Spring is a magical time of year when lots of babies are born. The miracle of birth never ceases to amaze me. Each spring we enjoy lots of kids and calves but they are not without their trials and tribulations.

PreWWII there was Grandpa's way of running a farm. Every farm had a few cows, chickens, hogs and sheep. Horses were a mode of transportation and helped with the heavy lifting.

Tonight's dinner was all grown by our family. There is always a sense of pride and security when you look at your plate and know all of the food came from my garden, barnyard and farm.