Years ago, I purchased this cast away for less than a dollar.  According to the label, it had been assembled by a heritage foundation.  The contents are now 25 years old.  Sadly, it’s unlikely to contain any true heritage seeds.  And even if it did, they’re unlikely to be viable.  Still, I keep it.

Why? This jar of seeds reminds me of the story of Esau:  Selling birthrights for fast food and quick fixes.  It also reminds me of the Prodigal Son:  Throwing away an entire inheritance for the allures of a “fun” and “easy” life.  Inevitably, there are painful consequences.

Fortunately, a handful of folks choose to live life, differently.  They are folks who work hard to preserve what’s most sacred.  They tend souls, hearts, relationships, and gardens in their own backyards.  They also pass on real life skills to the next generation.  And all the while, they fight to preserve their heritage, heirloom seeds, and livestock.  They are truly, their sisters’ and brothers’ keepers.




I have never known any woman to complain about receiving gifts, especially jewelry.  I’m sure they exist.  I just don’t know them.  However, most have strong preferences about the type and cost.  Like it or not, it’s assumed that women only want what’s most expensive.  After all, how much you love someone is directly tied to how much you spend, right?  Not necessarily.  I’ve known gals that gave up diamonds for a rock-hard shoulder to cry on.

Truly, there are still women who believe it’s the thought that matters most.  And as a mom and a woman, I wanted my sons to be thoughtful gift-givers.  Thankfully, over the years, my sons have proved themselves worthy.  And believe it or not, these blaze-orange earrings were such a gift.  They came from my youngest son, when he was ten-years old.  Yes, I admit that I was shocked when I opened the box on Christmas morning.

It wasn’t just the color that was shocking.  I had no idea that my baby had bought them.  Apparently, he’d spied them at a summer garage sale and paid for them with money from his piggy-bank.  He had kept them secret and hidden, until Christmas day.  He was so excited for me to try them on and wear them.  Of course, I thanked him.  Then, I shared that I’d wear them, as soon as I found clothing to match.  He responded that I already had lots of clothes that matched.  I was confused and asked him to show me what he meant.

My son wasted no time at all.  However, instead of my bedroom closet, he opened the hunting gear closet.  He laughed and said, “See.  I told you, you have lots that match!”  No, I had never considered wearing jewelry with hunting gear.  I also hadn’t considered wearing hunter orange on Christmas.  With such a thoughtful gift, he told me that I could now do both.  And I did.

Eleven years later, I still have these blaze-orange earrings.  I wear them every day… during deer season.  They are perfect!  And I am very thankful for my son’s exceptionally, thoughtful gift.  It’s a treasure worth more than gold.





Keith and I are thankful for our food.  However, we are at war over the “right way” to make chicken and dumplings.  I prefer a soft, fluffy dumpling, like my mother and grandmother made.  Keith prefers a firm and dense dumpling, like his mother and grandmother made.  I want mine more soup-like and served in a bowl.  Keith wants his more gravy-like and served on a plate with a side-dish of butter.  Guess who won this week?





My family on the Gulf  Coast are praying the rain would stop.  My friends facing wildfires in Montana are praying for more.  Meanwhile, it’s with mixed feelings that I’m thankful for rain that has nourished our pastures and fruit trees.

“When the gardeners are praying for rain, the picnickers are praying for sunshine, so what is the poor Lord to do?” – William Feather, The Business of Life.