It is spring here on the farm. The big kids are camping with Grandma and Grandpa, the little girls are planting some flower seeds, Daddy is drilling soybeans and I am swinging in my porch swing watching oats grow in my garden spots.                                                                                                                            Yes, oats.     Instead of starting seeds in March I was tending to this little sprout. And I love him more than all the beans and taters in the world. Isn’t he just precious? … read more