Oh poor dear girl but at least she did know some caring people like you in her short troubled childhood. Hopefully this boyfriend will love and support her and their child unlike her own family.
Some people just get handed a really raw deal - and she is one. I do hope she is able to do well though as we know teenage mothers do have a hard time. At least she has support. And is such a lovely positive person.
I do hope she and her little family thrive. With her positive outlook and support this may very well happen for her. Maybe you could let us know from time to time how she is doing or if there is anything we could do to help her...Even is that is just letting her know that we are all thinking of her and wishing her the best to come her way.
Thank you for the lovely reminder of those beautiful days. Reading about The Farm Cadet and the animals we knew so well back then was a real treat. We can hope that the amount of care you showed her and what she learnt on the farm will help her with her possibly difficult time ahead. Your gentle approach to rearing and cooking skills must surely be of great benefit to the challenging times ahead.
I remember stories with the Cadet, and envying her the hands-on contact with the animals. Now I see there was little to envy and much to sympathise with. I hope she prospers. Today Up North, we have 28°C, a calm baby-blue sky and only the faintest breath of wind. The hard pruning from yesterday means more light in the house (great for winter, we shall see how well it works in summer!). All our neighbours hitched up their boats at first light and headed out to see what they could catch. They will come home with grunter and coral trout and sweetlips and flathead. It's too early to head out with a bunch of bananas and offer a trade. In a few months, maybe.
She really is a dear girl but damaged so badly and now she and her baby are back in the house where it all started generations ago - the house she kept running from - I hope they can get out on their own. I wish this for her.
Good morning - managed to cancel my first effort - hope it did not land half-baked on your doorstep! Celi - I do not believe ten years have truly passed since you introduced us to the Cadet- I did feel for her and looked out for her visits to the Farmy - it seems her life still may be difficult, but she cared enough now to bring her own babe to show! Hope she can create some happiness in her own life! Coming closer to 'home' . . . love your raised garden bed - the green stuff seems to love you Down Under also :) ! Rain - we are promised about 100mls today and almost as much tomorrow . . . be well and best to the mum-to-be !!!
I don't see your first comment so you much have got that sorted out ok. The poverty in the midwest goes so deep - and now many of the grants and subsidies that kept these little farming families from destitution have gone with no new markets to replace them so I don't know. I worked for years to develop resilience there - I hope she does ok.
To be in the past and the present at the same time is a neat trick. And this is a lovely piece. I'm glad the cadet is still doing okay--and you had a huge hand in that.
It pulls at my heart being back in the past while here in the present. Knowing what i know now. Funny how I really do only see what I got wrong whereas I achieved so much relying on nothing but instinct.
Oh, what a story about little Cadet. Hope that some of the good and helpful things that you taught her stand her in good stead. In the face of a situation like hers an outsider can only do what they can and you went way beyond that with her.
The fried pies bring back good memories for me. Those were something that my mother often cooked. Her preferred fillings were apricot or prunes. Ummmmmm good to the last bite!
I loved this post. I worked with troubled youth as well. Connecting with them is so important, they need someone to connect with. What better place than on a farm? I would love that fried apple pie recipe.
Oh poor dear girl but at least she did know some caring people like you in her short troubled childhood. Hopefully this boyfriend will love and support her and their child unlike her own family.
Some people just get handed a really raw deal - and she is one. I do hope she is able to do well though as we know teenage mothers do have a hard time. At least she has support. And is such a lovely positive person.
I do hope she and her little family thrive. With her positive outlook and support this may very well happen for her. Maybe you could let us know from time to time how she is doing or if there is anything we could do to help her...Even is that is just letting her know that we are all thinking of her and wishing her the best to come her way.
Thank you for the lovely reminder of those beautiful days. Reading about The Farm Cadet and the animals we knew so well back then was a real treat. We can hope that the amount of care you showed her and what she learnt on the farm will help her with her possibly difficult time ahead. Your gentle approach to rearing and cooking skills must surely be of great benefit to the challenging times ahead.
I loved that shot of all of them Tima and Tane and both dogs. It was the sweetest memory.
I remember stories with the Cadet, and envying her the hands-on contact with the animals. Now I see there was little to envy and much to sympathise with. I hope she prospers. Today Up North, we have 28°C, a calm baby-blue sky and only the faintest breath of wind. The hard pruning from yesterday means more light in the house (great for winter, we shall see how well it works in summer!). All our neighbours hitched up their boats at first light and headed out to see what they could catch. They will come home with grunter and coral trout and sweetlips and flathead. It's too early to head out with a bunch of bananas and offer a trade. In a few months, maybe.
Trading for fresh fish sounds like my childhood! What a great place to live - even with the storms. Sunday is an excellent day for fishing.
you were a lifeline to her, and the fact that she brought her own babe to meet you says so much
She really is a dear girl but damaged so badly and now she and her baby are back in the house where it all started generations ago - the house she kept running from - I hope they can get out on their own. I wish this for her.
Okay, this is achingly gorgeous. Powerful, down-to-earth, inviting. Thank you for reshaping here. Happy rest of your weekend. Thanks for being you
The weekend continues cool and soggy but delightful for all that. Happy Saturday, Hans!
And now a happy Sunday to you from Minnesota:)
Good morning - managed to cancel my first effort - hope it did not land half-baked on your doorstep! Celi - I do not believe ten years have truly passed since you introduced us to the Cadet- I did feel for her and looked out for her visits to the Farmy - it seems her life still may be difficult, but she cared enough now to bring her own babe to show! Hope she can create some happiness in her own life! Coming closer to 'home' . . . love your raised garden bed - the green stuff seems to love you Down Under also :) ! Rain - we are promised about 100mls today and almost as much tomorrow . . . be well and best to the mum-to-be !!!
I don't see your first comment so you much have got that sorted out ok. The poverty in the midwest goes so deep - and now many of the grants and subsidies that kept these little farming families from destitution have gone with no new markets to replace them so I don't know. I worked for years to develop resilience there - I hope she does ok.
To be in the past and the present at the same time is a neat trick. And this is a lovely piece. I'm glad the cadet is still doing okay--and you had a huge hand in that.
It pulls at my heart being back in the past while here in the present. Knowing what i know now. Funny how I really do only see what I got wrong whereas I achieved so much relying on nothing but instinct.
I hope she has peace
Oh, what a story about little Cadet. Hope that some of the good and helpful things that you taught her stand her in good stead. In the face of a situation like hers an outsider can only do what they can and you went way beyond that with her.
The fried pies bring back good memories for me. Those were something that my mother often cooked. Her preferred fillings were apricot or prunes. Ummmmmm good to the last bite!
I loved this post. I worked with troubled youth as well. Connecting with them is so important, they need someone to connect with. What better place than on a farm? I would love that fried apple pie recipe.
fried apple oinck, oinck; does oink have c or not?