Books By Fay Musing
Mood:  energetic
Topic: Holiday Happenings

I was going to start this blog after the new year, but knowing full well I never keep my New Year's resolutions, I decided to start blogging now.  Being an Iowa author with selling books on my mine, I'd like to take the moment to mention I have a holiday book on amazon.com.  Christmas Traditions is a Amish love story.  ISBN 143824889X    The story is about Levi Yoder's stubborn denial about his feelings for Margaret Goodman, a woman who was once Amish and turned English.  Years before they were in love until fate stepped in and changed the path their lives too.  Now Levi premits Margaret to visit his son once a year at Christmas but he would like to stop that visit for fear that Margaret will tell his son the family secret.  Margaret endures Levi's attempts to upset her for the boy's sake.  This is one Christmas that is not traditional.  Margaret attempts to save a drowning child in an icy creek, is attacked by a Yoder cow and hopes that Levi will come to his senses and realize he loves her.

                                    Holiday Cart Watchers

I always thought shoppers were people watchers but they have become cart watchers. Harold left me to guard two carts of feed in the farm store a week ago. I saw no reason. To worry about standing under the Holiday Bird Seed for sale sign until a woman came to a fast halt beside me. She wanted to know how I had so many birds to feed that I needed two carts of feed. I told her we fed goats and sheep. (I was afraid at that point to confuse her with saying we had chickens. They are birds.) She read the side of a sack of all stock feed and turned red. She said she should have stayed home as she hurried away. I called after her that I would not like to have that many birds roosting in my trees and bushes.

That lady was no sooner gone than another stopped to check out the feed supply. She wanted to know if the feed was on sale. I said I didn’t know. My husband bought it either way. She said "Oh! This all belongs to you." She took off in a hurry. Finally Harold showed back up and I told him I was ready to send the first store helper I saw after him if he had waited much long. I was getting tired of guarding the feed.