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. Truth is, I’m a tomboy. I’d much rather be out washing pigs 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 be 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.
I love sharing lessons we’ve learned raising our family and working on our farm. In 2017, we had a beautiful wedding in our yard and gained another son-in-law.
We also became grandparents to two beautiful babies in 2017. These little human beings with Papa Scott’s dimples make us so happy. Thanks for taking the time to visit our website. So thankful to spend this moment with you.
One of our favorite things to do as a family is cut wood. When winter retreats we load up our trucks and make a day of it. After the work we picnic and fish in a little pond hidden in the foothills. What is one of your favorite things to do as a family?