Well, actually it was chicken fettuccine alfredo.... I'll explain.
The other day I wrote about getting my new puppies from Amy, who I've known since childhood.
Now, as Paul Harvey used to say, here's the rest of the story.
Amy is Tasha's little sister. Tasha and I were practically inseparable after school and on weekends in the dirty, little ranch town of Cascade, Montana. Our parents all worked really hard and we were all pretty dang good kids. We had a lot of time on our own. Tasha said my house was always more fun to play at, but her house was the one with all the great snacks! We spent the dog days of summer running back and forth and having sleepovers. Her parents took us night fishing on the Missouri River. It's almost seems like a magical childhood as I look back. It's ironic that dogs brought us back together because we each had a dog back then that we adored and they went everywhere we went. Good old Blondie, Pepper and Spike....
Fast forward about 20 years, give or take....
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| Prairie Momma Amy |
But there was some pretty amazing things going on if you looked through the chaos. With help from my mom, who was there to help referee, I saw that we have fourteen very happy children. You would have thought there would be fussing, whining, bickering and the like between all those kids. But amazingly there wasn't! Other than an occasional "accident" or boo-boo nobody really complained. Even Amy's infant barely cried. That is either some kind of miracle or maybe there is something else at work.
Our kids are all being raised on pretty dang old fashioned values like faith, family and working together. Amy and Tasha are both brave enough to home school their broods. (I'm not tough enough I'm afraid.) Our lives all involve teaching our kids to love the Lord and the bigger meaning of life. We are all three, Prairie Momma's.
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| Prairie Momma Tasha |
Tasha has to drive 40 miles to a grocery store. Any kind of grocery store. After you turn off the main highway you don't see a thing but an occasional farmstead. Miles upon miles of wide open expanse. Her farm is a prairie classic. Wonderful, mature windbreaks define the yard. Perfect antique red barns and buildings sit below the house. An old farmhouse with tricky wiring. Really tricky wiring. But tons of charm and warmth. They've got horses, dogs and goldfish for now, but give her time. I think she's planning her garden for next spring....
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| Tasha's yard |
Amy has it even better! She gets to drive and hour and a half to the grocery store. Her closest neighbors are about a mile away. She has a wonderful little farm with a menagerie of animals. Goats, horses, cows, sheep, chickens, pigs, donkeys, dogs and probably more. She's raising what her family eats and drinks and even makes goat milk soap. (Amy, if you are reading this, you are my hero.)
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| Amy's Farm |
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| Amy's princess. Could not resist stealing this pic! |
So now you see.... I'm a Prairie Momma, no doubt. But these girls have got me beat! I aspire to learn from them as good friends do....
'Til, Next Time,
B
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