So much depends upon

So much depends upon where you are at.
So much depends upon where you want to go.
Sometimes it depends upon a tractor,
a lot of snow and people who know
that so much depends upon your ability to have fun!

You gotta laugh, because you know,

so much of what crazy idea he has next

depends upon what kind of audience you are.

A perfect slope, a smooth run and a wonderful day

depends upon this man's skill behind the wheel

of that big red tractor and the heart size he is.

So much of what we do depends upon one single thing.

Making memories with him, basking in his joy.

Seeing his face and hearing the laughter that shouts,

"This is the best day ever!"

So much depends upon making the time.
Knowing the most important things
are not things at all.
So much depends upon knowing this.
Everything depends upon this.

Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski


Prompt from Poetry Jam, won't you stop by and read all the poets who shared there?  
Don't forget to leave some love...everyone needs love!

Love in Farm Country

Love in farm country isn't all theatre, wine and roses.
Sometimes it is doing the chores first so she can sleep.
Sometimes it is getting a bit of extra lumber for him.

Love in farm country isn't all dressed up and going out.
Sometimes it is warming up a truck on a cold day.
Sometimes it is making sure the fire is going strong.

Love in farm country isn't often easy, not always fun.
Sometimes is breaks your heart in a flood, fire or storm.
Sometimes it jerks you up short in a field fight for two.

Love in farm country isn't often dancing and high heels.
Sometimes it is making the first move on a tough job.
Sometimes it is leaning on a fence, just being together.

Love in farm country isn't easy on girls faces or men's hands.
Sometimes it gives us burns, cuts and wrinkles too early.
Sometimes it gives away so much more than it brings home.

Love in farm country isn't how we make a living, not here.
Love in farm country is how we make a life, right here.
Love in farm country is more, and less, simple and complex.

For my Husband Earl, I love you!


Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski

Cowboy's Playing Card Bible

One suit of cards, I chose hearts (no questions as to WHY right?)

Some Tim Holtz distressing ink, printed tags for each card, corner rounder and adhesive.

Punch a hole, add a cowboy star and a distressed ring 

and you've got a playing card Bible, cowboy style.

Does his own stunts

Today I'm linking up with the M.O.B. Society "Let's Hear it For the Boys". Please stop by and see the other blogs linking up there!

 Mama! I got up here myself! I'm a real stuntman!

We know real stuntmen and he is fearless like them.  

Not too fearless though, cause Mama's heart needs him safe still!

 Mama, I love you!

I love you too pal! You are my joy. 

 Sleeping like a cat in the sun...good job buddy!

Thumbs up Mama! This is so much fun!

I'm a Mama to a boy. A farm boy, a stuntman in training, a special boy who loves to learn and play. A boy who can ask about good and evil and Star Wars all day long!  He loves Jesus and God's creation.  

I'm proud of his giving heart, his loving spirit. He is a true witness to grace.

He makes me so proud doing his school work, practicing jui jitsui and looking out for littler guys.  He is teaching his puppy to be a jui jitsui dog because she was abandoned as a baby, tied up in the bush, and is very afraid of so many things.  He wonders about saving hearts and having them grow large in love, and how God works in the world.  He loves reading the Bible with me.

I don't brag about him much, but I'm really proud to be raising this child, this special miracle from God, and praying and guiding him into being a big guy.  His Daddy and I love him, and honour him.

Critters, Fog and Frost

Anna how DID you get up there? Huh! Huh!

You mean this is not a cat shelter? Really...

Frost on a foggy morning.

Hay bales, fog and hoar frost.

Spikes so sharp looking and yet so terribly delicate!

Good thing no one was looking for a groundhog's shadow here today, you wouldn't have found the groundhog in this fog!

A splash of red, hello grosbeak!

Foggy breakfast

Stuck in Seuss

Sneeches on beaches, wickets doing pickets.
I'm Mama to a boy who loves his Seuss.
Weaving my tongue through the wordy thickets,
Twisting, tying, dancing, and laughing like a Snoose.

A Snoose you say, what's that you aren't sure?
It's a critter of course, of moderate size and snout.
Brightly colored they move so fast it's a blur.
They laugh and laugh, belly in and belly out.

A laughing Snoose! What could be better?
Their laughs can move buildings, bridges and walks
they laugh freely, loosely, wildly, without fetter.
They laugh alone, they laugh in pairs and in flocks!

Laugh with a book by Seuss, a poem by Shel.
Laugh with a song, laugh with a look, laugh and laugh,
Laugh with a grown up, laugh with a child, laugh alone as well.
Just laugh and laugh, be sure to laugh whole'y and not by half.

Inspired by our love of great read aloud books, especially the wonderful creations of Seuss!
Copyright 2012 Shanyn Silinski

Farm Fun Part II

The dugout slopes were just right for some sliding...

Thanks for the help Daddy!

And an assist from Anna as well.