Little House on the Prairie

We are happy to be parked at the home of a friend in Minnesota, for a much needed visit with our family.  We will be parked in one spot for about six weeks, an unheard of length of time. The closest town is called New Germany, the closest paved road is about a mile away.  My father-in-law would have loved the straight rows of corn, and the wild grass in the ditches.  Being here reminds me of time spent on his farm.  The farming life may not have been his first choice, but he certainly embraced it; and thanked the Lord in season and out of season. 

Ours is the little house in the foreground. :)

While we are here we will track the progress of the corn out my window, the precipitation, and the exciting happenings on the prairie.Why? Because if my father-in-law were here, he would do just that. - just a bit ago I watched a deer gracefully jump the fence and prance across the field.