Faith and Family

I am of the firm opinion that one should always celebrate the occasion of the first snowfall of the season. It spit snow yesterday and I was right on the fringe of breaking into celebration, but it didn’t stick. It was really not a very impressive snowfall, so it cannot be considered the first snowfall of the season. They said we could expect a couple inches of snow this afternoon, but I am about to close up my study for the day and winter night is falling and we have not had a flake of snow all day.

In the winter of 1991 we lived in a country home nestled in a pleasant valley on a small farm situated on a dead-end road. It was in the heart of God for us to live there for a few important years when our older children were small. After dinner one winter night Lois promised to make cookies if I would drive into Danville for butter, or milk, or flower, or sugar—the details escape me. [Read more…] about Celebrate the First Snowfall

It’s the season of Pumpkin Pie and Apple Pie. On the way home from speaking up north we took a few minutes to stop at Parshallville Mill. The owner showed us around the mill and I snapped this picture of fresh apple pies ready to ship. I imagined a fresh piece with coffee. There are two thousand dollars worth of fresh apple pies here. The owners drive to South Haven for the apples and bake them at the mill. If you want to take a nice little autumn day-trip it’s worth a drive. The Mill is just south of Fenton. The cider and cinnamon-sugar donuts are so good they will make you cry.