Weekend Vibes


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Holiday weekends are fun aren’t they? While we remember those that have given their lives to protect us…and our loved ones that have went on to Heaven…we usually gather with family. That is such a gift. I learn that more and more…the older I get. So weekend vibes feel alive and well today.

We have new babies on the farm, so with feeding them four times a day, our weekend vibe will be busy. We have a momma goat that totally would not feed her twins. Then another that only took one. Sooooo…we are striving to give these babies the best chance possible. 

Whatever you guys do this weekend…may Jesus bless you and warm your heart. May you quietly look around and absorb the love of your family. That is one of my favorite things to do. I used to see my dad doing that. He would just be enjoying his family and sitting there with a little smile. My granddad was the same way. I have been blessed with good teachers. 

Happy Memorial Day from the Farmhouse.


A Succulent Here…A Succulent There…



You can never have too many succulents. I promise. You need a succulent here…and a succulent there.

They will make you smile as you walk by. Or waltz by. Whatever you do.

Their colors, as cool as the Caribbean waters, will delight your eyeballs.

They are whimsical, fun, and low maintenance. (Don’t over water.) They just add a bit of fun to your space. Like you guys didn’t already know all of this. My Dirt Roaders are smart. 

Happy Monday!

My Favorite Day and Random Stuff


When I was a little kid, in school, Thursday became my favorite day. It felt like the beginning of the weekend. It’s still that way. Thursday…you so chill. (Why am I talking like that?) Let’s try that again. Thursday…you are finer than frog hair. There…that is true to my SoMo roots. 

I have eleventy million things that I need to get done around here. Do you ever feel like that in the spring? I know that the Mister does…bless his little pea pickin’ heart. He is steadily getting his list hacked down. I need to spring clean like nobody’s business. I’m gonna have to take it in stride though. Unless I hire some helpers. Hmmmm….lol!

So…more stuff. Have you guys read this? My sweet friend (cousin) Amanda let me borrow it. I’m excited to start it. Doesn’t Joanna have amazing taste?!? 

(Pea pickin’.)

Well…I have successfully bumbled around in this post. I hope that your Thursday evening is delightful. I hope that you get to relax and stretch out your toes. This post just might have made your eyelids heavy. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Love from the Farmhouse,

Larger than Life

I promised this tribute months ago. I just couldn’t.  Honestly…I can hardly type it out today.  That being what it is, it needs to be said, and Brother Hight definitely deserves these few humble words and much more.  Sometimes you just have to pull yourself up by the boot straps…because it’s the right thing to do. So…today we are going to talk a bit about larger than life.

A few days after my dad’s passing and service, I was texting Brother Hight, because I was a mess and I needed help.  It was an exchange of just a few words (We were all a mess. Tragedy does that.) and I remember him telling me…in maybe not so many words…that it was so hard because my dad seemed larger than life.  Well today I say…it takes one to know one.

I’m not going talk about the funny things, even though they would bring this post up out of the mully grubs. I could fill this blog with funny happenings, sayings, and crazy expressions across the congregation.  Not this time though.  This time…we are going to talk about things that are out of this world.

Okay…one funny thing.  I was in the hospital, having our second child, and Brother Hight was at a class in another town. When he called to check on me…I said “You tell him…you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.” The strange part was…he had said the same thing on the other end.  Lol!  That happens when you help people raise their kids. Influence is bigger than we sometimes realize.

I know your time is valuable and I won’t keep you much longer…but the things that were larger than life…are these, in no certain order:

  1. Dedicating all three of our babies to the Lord.
  2. Baptizing all three of our children. Two of them in our backyard pool.
  3. When I would tell him about a problem, his words, “I understand.”
  4. His bravery in so many ways. I don’t think he knew how brave that he was. We did.
  5. His kindness to the downtrodden.  That said more than a million sermons. Softy. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I could go on and on.  Twenty five years worth of knowing someone and looking up to them…creates a lifetime of memories actually. But today…one year since Brother Hight slipped into the arms of Jesus…I wanted to write about the big impact that he made. I needed to share this with my readers and keep my word.  Most of all I just needed to say this:

Brother Hight…you were and are larger than life. You are so much more than this world now. You are basking in the joy of forever with Jesus.  You always were a trail blazer…and now more than ever. Your light still shines bright, it always will.

Love from the Farmhouse,


Trials Make Us Better



I went to the ophthalmologist a while back. I was having major vision complications..and he decided that is was due to the side effects of some meds that I had been on. He then looked me right in the eyes and said “Some of us just seem destined to suffer…but it makes us better people.” 

It doesn’t feel that way does it? It feels hard, and scary, and we feel like we are failing the test. We feel like we don’t know which way to turn…or who to go to for help. Then we remember that God knows all and we take a deep breath.

I’m not going to candy coat it. Life gets hard at times. Super duper hard. Sometimes…super duper scary. I was reading in the book of James this morning about God sending trials our way. Guess why? To make us better people. Hmmm…seems that I’ve heard that somewhere recently. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Sweet friend, if life has been a little on the tough side lately…I want to share something with you. Tomorrow is Good Friday and to the world…it looked like the end. This is the kicker: God could see the big picture and He knew that Jesus wasn’t finished with His work. Things were going to look brighter. What had happened was only going to make everyone better.

You see…it looked like a trial…but it became a triumph. Oh Glory!

Love from my heart to yours,

Dirt Road Riding


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Today, my mom came over. She is precious. She also has shingles. Nothing is touching the pain…so I whipped up a mix of essential oils for her, doctored her sores, and wrapped my arms around her gently, and asked Jesus to help her. She was feeling better in no time. Thank You Jesus!

That is an old picture. Neither one of us has felt that good in a while. I am on the heat pad…as we speak. Anyway…after that…we decided to ride to town to get something to eat…just as we were. Don’t ask. Lol!

We might have looked like that. Ha ha!

Anyway…we did run through the drive thru at “the Dairy Queen.” Chicken basket anyone? On the way back we, of course, hit the dirt road. They are inevitable if you want to get back to our little hillside farm.

We found this beauty, in the spring sunshine.

Dirt road riding is a favorite of mine. It is a means of relaxation. Mom and I have been doing that…my whole life. I am thankful to live on a dirt road. I will trade it for a clean vehicle…any day of the week. 

By the way…while I still have you here…I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for reading my few words. Thank you for mentioning to my husband that you read my blog…and thank you for the comments. They mean so much to me. Thank you also for being patient…while I try to get my health back on track. It has been a booger bear the last couple of years. I never knew…but now I know. Compassion fills my heart for those that feel cruddy…every day. Anyway…just thanks. My Dirt Roaders are the best!!!

Love from the dirt road,

Dirt Road Musings

You guys. You totally sweet and faithful guys. Thank you for being patient with me. You are absolutely the best. So…without further ado…some dirt road musings.

I was going to make meatloaf for supper…but I just got a text from my oldest…suggesting tacos. Taco Tuesday…your powers are strong. By the way…that isn’t a meatloaf above…but I didn’t have a meatloaf capture. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Are you guys all decorated up for Easter? This is an old mantle shot…but it makes me want to put all of my scales together again. Hmmm….

While I’m digging up old mantle pictures…

It’s almost time to put the whale back out!!! He’s so fun for summer.

It’s been fun chatting! I hope that you all have a wonderful Easter and that the risen Savior warms the very depths of your heart.

Love from the Farmhouse,

Spring So Soon?

I don’t know about you guys…but we have hardly had any winter in SoMo. It is crazy. I love a little winter…so it has been bittersweet…and leaves me asking “Spring so soon?”

You know the old saying “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” ??? Yeah…I’m doing that. It’s getting all springish up in here. 

Soooo…I am going to drag more bunnies up from the basement and stuff like that. If you follow me on Instagram, you have seen the carrot garland and the cast iron bunny. I love putting a few seasonal things out for the kids.

Spring so soon? Maybe so.

Love from the Farmhouse,


Here I Am

You guys! Where have you been? Just kidding, just kidding! It was me. I was a bit AWOL.




absent from one’s post but without intent to desert.

But…here I am. 

I won’t bore you with all of the crazy happenings, (mainly illness) but I really have missed blogging. I need to get back in the swing of things. I am trying. Sometimes that is all we can do.

I hope that you have a blessed week and a happy Valentines Day tomorrow!!! 

Talk to you soon!