If my family had been born in a different place, in a different time, I think we would have been one of two things.

A family of Russian Czars.  OR… farmers.

I tend to lean more toward the former than the latter.  However, I think we would have made a good family of farmers.

There are a bunch of us.  Some are pretty good growers.  The ones of us who aren’t so green-thumbish… well… we are good hole-diggers, and plowers.

I have one brother in particular who would have made our farm pretty neat.  We would have beautiful rows of vegetables.  But the rows would have some sort of swirl or embellishment.

Birds would probably fly from hundreds of miles away, just to see the aerial view.

He would be a master canner, and pickle-maker.

He would make great pies from the apples in our orchard.

He would hand sew our little farming uniforms.

Like the Von Trapps… only better.  We would sing like them… but we wouldn’t be in Nazi Germany.

We would do all our chores, and play until dark.  We’d do it with all our hearts… I bet.

As it is… now… we are merely a family of …. regular people.  But we sure do know our corn.

“The most striking difference between little ones and grownups is that little ones cannot worry, and they cannot worry because they have no past and no future. They live only in the present moment. Just watch children. If they play, they play and don’t even hear us call them and don’t notice anything that is going on around them. If they eat, they eat; if they sleep, they sleep. There is a beautiful English word which describes how they do whatever they do, they do it ‘whole-heartedly’, whereas grownups always are half-hearted.” – Maria Von Trapp