renting a BIG Scissor lift

We were kinds pokey in am. Jensens got home late also. Missy was in a 4 hour interview for director position, 6:30- 10:30. Phillip and Michael W. visited in am. Missy, Brooks, and Anabel went to town. Denny started spraying the house,then started washing windows.I worked a little flower/weed patch. I posted an invitationo to order flowers next Monday/ Keenagers. Brooks sprayed the siding after they got back from IG. Denny and I went to Storm Lake to rent a lift for fixing the machine shed.

OGT Huddle

Jensens left about 7 t ohead to Cherokee. I left for OGT. I got 2 rec center cards to keep there. I bought pictures for the huddle gals and spent most of the afternoon working on the card stock info. At 6:30 I headed to BC, We went to bed before Jensens got home.

Home

Slow gettig going morning. Phillilp rode his bike to see Jsmrd R. We stoppped there before going to Olive branch. I bought weveral vases for 10 cents each. I plan to use them on golf lady arrangements.

Visit Palmer

I was up and headed to Oak Dale riding with Jensens. Nice service. I took flowers and shared them after PHillip and Missy's nice SS talk. Kids there asked good questions. At home I took some flower pictures and then I rode with Denny to take pictures of the orange car and flags in Holstien.

Happy birthday Jack!!

Jack, Hope your day is great!! God has given you many talents. Love of others is one.

Breakfast REST RELAX We fixed breakfast. scrambled eggs, toast bacon, hashbrowns. Zurbriggins left, nap and chill time.

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY BBB PASSED

Before I loved these babies, I loved their parents. I loved them when they were the ones in footie pajamas crawling around my house. When they climbed into my lap with a book smelling like sunshine and maple syrup. When their cries woke me in the middle of the night and I rocked them back to sleep with my eyes half-closed and my heart wide open. Now, my babies have babies. And I get to love again…with the kind of tenderness that only comes with time. Being a grandma means I know how fast it all goes. So I don’t rush the bedtime story. I don’t mind the sticky hands or the crumbs on the floor. I just hold them close and let the moments last a little longer. I remember the tender weight of their mommy in my arms. I remember the way their daddy’s grin lit up my whole heart. And I see it all again reflected in tiny faces and echoed in little voices that are new and so familiar. It is the sweetest full circle. And somehow, I love them all even more. -Her View From Home

PB Farm'ers Market

Upand out for PB. 4- Dave, Craig, Renae and me.... Hot at 8:15 am. Missed coffee in the bunk house.