Dairy Farmer's Thankful Thursday

Don't you just love the month of May?

Spring showers bring the beautiful flowers, budding trees,

green grass and the all too prevalent allergies.

Although my Mother  transplanted the iris from the garden 

last spring to the bottom of the mailbox, we were not

really sure what color iris would bloom.

To our surprise, the blooms are in the shades of purple.

I'm thankful for the daily reminders of how God is in control.

Today's scripture on my kitchen calendar emphasized my thoughts:

"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you,

even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like on of these. 

If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow

is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, 

O you of little faith?"

                   --Luke 12:27-28

                                                 From down on the dairy farm, Happy May!

Dairy May Day

What's not to love about the month of May?

That was my thought as I stepped out the back door 

this morning  on my way to feed calves. 

Although the  air was chilly and crisp, it was evident that the

 dairy cows were loving the weather and the green pasture as

 they slowly moved towards the barn to be milked. 

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Framed by the blooming iris, it was a perfect picture 

of a May day down on the dairy farm.

For 95 years, a member of our family has been 

 opening the  same back door into the month of May. 

We take pride in caring for our dairy  animals, growing crops

 to feed our animals and most important, 

producing healthy high-quality milk for you and your family.

Happy May!

Dairymom's Thankful Thursday

May is definitely a merry month down on the dairy farm!

Just as the flowering trees are leafing out and the pastures are greening up, 

the iris, also known as 'flags',   make their grand  entrance.

I'm thankful for the colorful landscape provided by old fashioned flowers like the iris blooming next to the pasture and the sweet memories of childhood days spent in the garden with my grandparents.