Winding and weaving it way thru...

the pasture of the place known as "de Boer's Dairy" is the Fiddle Creek. This sleepy little river was the life line of water to many cows and one horse "Prince" - yet as sleepy this creek was most of the time - it could roar with strength and power.

Fiddle Creek would fill beyond it bank every spring as winter came to a halt. Powerful and strong, it overcame the strength of full grown cow one spring as she try to fjord from one side to the other. But in the care of the almighty bull in the early days of de Boer's Dairy - in his care and guardianship, he swam with courage and love and pushes her to the other side in safety.

Sleepy and mighty as it maybe, it has woven and etched a place forever in our hearts and souls - we have swam in those waters and we have skated on the ice of Fiddle Creek. So long...

Is this Heaven, no, this is Iowa!

1957-2010

This place was in the stewardship of our father as he pursued his dream of a running and owning a farm in America - a dream that wasn't possible in his homeland of Holland.

...with heavy heart and hidden tears, this too will be okay...

Ecclesiastes 3

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

9 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.