This is our crew. I confess, I look at this photo and think where did all these kids come from? Twenty years separate our oldest from our youngest. We call this our two families. The first three we had in our twenties, then waited five years and had four more boys in eight years. For a decade, I could hardly remember my name, I was so exhausted. Things are getting fun now.
So about me… I hate change. I like my old SUV. My old jeans. My old Bible. I’m an old-fashioned girl. Did I say I love old boots? Leather on my legs makes me feel safe. I blame this on being raised on a ranch. I killed my first rattler with a shovel when I was little because I was home alone and the snake was headed for the front porch.
Farming has been in my family forever. Okay, not forever, but I’m a fifth-generation farm girl. I was a Future Farmers of America sweetheart and raised hogs in high school. In 4-H, I showed dogs, bunnies, horses, and eventually pigs. I learned to sew as well, but was never good at stuff that required patience. The truth is, I’m a tomboy. I’d much rather be out washing hogs than sewing in a school room. I left the University Nevada-Reno two classes short of graduation because I’d just gotten married and wanted to be a wife more than I wanted an English degree. Plus, I didn’t think I needed a diploma to become a writer. Oh, the arrogance of youth.
Since I was ten years old, I’ve dreamed of becoming an author. I love telling stories. I’ve written for newspaper, magazines, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Guideposts books. I have four novels on Amazon published under the pen name Paula Scott.
The hardest things in life have been the best things. All seven of my pregnancies were hard, but this gave us beautiful babies. Working on our farm is hard, but it has granted the perspective that life really can and should be a labor of love. Every year, after harvest, my grandpa, a peach farmer, used to say the same thing, “We can live again!”
Our whole family gathered together to get my grandparents’ peaches to market in the summertime. When it was finished in late August, my grandparents took us to a fancy dinner. Oh, how I loved those fancy harvest dinners, but more than that, I loved farming with my family. Gathering at the table with my loved ones when the harvest was over was my favorite thing.
What is your favorite thing?
Today my favorite things are faith, family, and farming. I love sharing lessons we’ve learned raising our family and working on our farm. Thanks for taking the time to visit our website. So happy to spend this moment with you.
In 2017, we had a beautiful wedding in our yard and gained another son-in-law.
We also became grandparents in 2017. Here are four generations of women, my mom, Oma, our oldest daughter, Cami holding K.J. standing beside me. So good to finally have another little girl in the family.
And here is my new grandson being held by his dad, our son, Luke. Like our granddaughter, our grandson has his grandpa’s dimples. Grandchildren are such a blessing. We are having so much fun with these new babies.