I scream, You scream, We all scream for… 🍦🍨🍧

A number of very sweet friends and family gifted us with cash over our wedding, and we’ve been very intentional about using it.

Part of it went into a landscaping project around the house. (A “Boone Proof” landscaping project that’s still underway a.k.a. no pictures)

Some of it went into Ben’s “Trump sized fence” around the garden. Other than one very bad Boone who skinnied himself under the fence and destroyed all the mulching I’d done (😭🧐) so far it’s successfully kept the garden free from hungry varmints.

The garden shortly after it’s borders were secured.

But we still had some cash left in the kitty.

“What if we’d buy an ice cream freezer? Everybody loves ice cream.” I had visions of summer evenings at Glen Oaks, friends leisurely savoring homemade ice cream around a campfire…

Ben is not one to stand in the way of homemade ice cream, so I immediately started researching to figure out what the best ice cream maker is and where to buy it.

Apparently the traditional White Mountain Freezers are no more and there’s a new company thats insulated poly tub has everyone raving. “But be prepared to spend $600” cautioned the Bagger.


So I went to PA with a Brinks truck hoping to find a bargain.

But alas, not only did I not find a bargain- I received the sad new that the Immergood shipping container got damaged at sea or something and there was none to be found in the land.

After much research which resulted in many reports (after all it will be half Ben’s investment too), I finally asked my long suffering husband if he was ready for me to panic about something else. (You can guess what he said.)

So I let the quest drop for awhile.

The lovely people of Singers Glen randomly will post “FREE” signs beside whatever junk they want rid of and imagine my delight when yesterday’s discovery was nothing other than a WalMart ice cream freezer still in the box.

I rushed to Mothers and stood with bated breath while we plugged it in. It actually ran! A little rough-but maybe that’s how the lesser brands sound 🤷🏻‍♀️ “Never look a gift horse in the mouth” I reminded me.

We picked black raspberries at my sister-in-laws and so it didn’t take long to throw together a batch of custard, retrieve the ice and salt and stand by for magic. Black Raspberry ice cream.

We filled the canister and added a handful of ice. Aaaaaand:

Long story short, here I am with my freebie motor in pieces, while Mother’s faithful White Mountain takes over the project. 😭

Mine ran for about a half of a second.

There’s probably a lot of wisdom in “never looking a gift horse in the mouth.” But I opened his mouth up wide and unfortunately, I didn’t see any ice cream.

Oh well, y’all can still come visit- but the ice cream’s going to have to come from the store. 😂

Thankful that the gifts our Heavenly Father gives so freely last longer than a half of a second ❤️


Bonus Pics:

“Tell me, and I forget. Teach me, and I may remember. Involve me and I learn.” 💙💙

Aunt Em gave the boys hats for their half birthday. Uriah put his on and headed out. “Where are you going?” Julia asked

“The stock sale” he replied confidently 😂🤠

Our favorite Dr Miller is retiring. He’s been our vet since we started dairying in ‘99. Mother always brought food to the barn on herdcheck day, so it was super special to be included on his last herdcheck lunch. I haven’t been involved with the dairy for 8 years now 🤯 but his patient kindness to us girls as we learned to run a dairy will be long remembered.

And lastly- if you ever want a bunch of animated stories- ask Em about noodling. It’s hard for me to imagine great joy in the art of going underwater to stick your arm into a catfish box; said catfish biting the intruder with all its might and then arm wrestling the fish to the surface long enough to get a measurement and a few pics.

But the way her eyes sparkle when she talks-there must be. And I do looooove her fried catfish poboy sandwiches.

Anyhow, she had a trip lined up, but thru a bunch of random reasons, everyone that was scheduled to go with her couldn’t make it.

So my sweet dad- who doesn’t fish, and doesn’t swim, rose to the challenge and spent most of the day on the water with her and her guide.

And now if you ask him about noodling, his eyes sparkle and his stories are almost as animated as Em’s are ❤️ I love them

My Maria

June 2 found me thrift shopping in Southern PA with a group of ladies.

I love browsing the multitude of little Mennonite consignment shops in the area, but this time I was in a predicament- everywhere I went I found the cutest little girl dresses. But who needs little girl dresses 🤷🏻‍♀️

Eventually I just couldn’t resist when two little dresses hopped into my shopping cart. Oh well, somebody will need them.

I was back home dropping off my passengers when my phone rang. It was Deborah

“Kendra! We have a little girl. Maria Joy”

And this is the part of the story that we’ll skip because nobody wants to read about Aunt Ken’s tears of joy.

Nate’s mom is Rose Marie and Mother’s name is obviously Joyce so Miss M’s name is a cute nod to both Grandma’s.

Deb and Maria in look-a-likes whipped out by Aunt Jul.

Mother and Em headed south the middle of last week, and at long last, Father and I left to join them. (Bless Ben for covering things on the home front)

Our visit was chock full of quality time. We browsed We Cares Thrift Store (notice the crocs on the wrong feet by the independent toddler)

We spent some time at a gigantic blueberry patch. Miss M wasn’t much help, but Grammy thought it was possibly the most fun she’d ever had.

Alexander kept us in stitches the entire visit. I loved watching his little brain work. The dishwasher needed replaced, so it got taken outside en route to the dumpster and next thing I knew Alexander shot past driving one of the racks. 😂

The lawnmower is the most exciting thing on his radar. So when he had the option of a ride with Grandfather, he grabbed his headphones and was out the door.

Headphones, alligator shirt, and “cheeeeese” photobombing his sisters Photoshoot.. The past few days went way too fast.

Maria means “beloved”

But you, beloved, building yourselves up on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit, keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.
Jude 1:20-21

Praying this for you. Love you, baby girl

Aunt Ken


If I were to sum up the month of May in one word- it would definitely be “amazing.”

1. a·maz·ing /əˈmāziNG/ adjective causing great surprise or wonder; astonishing.

2. Zing /ziNG/ verb -move rapidly, making a high-pitched ringing or whining noise.

May is probably the most beautiful month- the blue skies, clear and warm without much humidity. We haven’t had many of those this year- the temp can’t seem to find the middle ground between 90° and 55°. But it’s still beautiful. We’ve started to enjoy the fruits of our garden. I always helped Mother with her garden project, but with being in and out like my schedule tends to be, I wasn’t very reliable. Anyhow I can’t believe that we’ve successfully planted and God gave the increase already 🤩It’s literally astonishing. (I know I’m still in the honeymoon stage of life- but this is just amazing.)

And alas, May has gone zinging past, in a hurry.

I’ve been on the road some. I took a group of ladies to Shippensburg shopping, Lurgan Greenhouses is a must see.

Ben took me trucking with him 🥰 He hauls soybeans to the Port of Richmond. That was definitely an educational experience. Our grain got put directly into a container and then loaded for export.

My dad and I tag teamed on a trip to a Lancaster wedding. They filled the bus and still had enough passengers to need my van.

We had a blast roaming over Lancaster County during our wait time- going from doughnut shop to doughnut shop. I’d heard that Sunnyside Pastries’ filled doughnuts were equal to/better than Shady Maples- so we went to see for ourselves. Try them if you get the chance. I don’t think you can lose with either place. And for sure you won’t lose any weight 😂

We met with friends for a picnic lunch and explored several different businesses before it was time to head south.

This is what happens if you don’t clean your gutters 😂 Country Lane Succulents is another must see.

This week our little town has suffered a great loss. The owner of our favorite country store lost a battle to cancer. Mr Mark and his wife Kris were the unofficial welcoming committee to Singers Glen. They saved the day a number of times with their delicious sandwiches.

I hate how often we wait til after a death to realize how much someone made a difference in our world. Mr Mark wouldn’t believe how sad we all are. Prayers for the family.

And lastly, the twins spent a good part of yesterday, riding with Father and I. Just when they were about ready to be done with helping, the Farmer’s Wife brought a surprise or “prise” as Isaiah kept exclaiming over and over. (A Melissa and Doug Lace and Trace set.) Suddenly both boys wanted to ride with me and I felt like I was hosting a sewing circle 😂 Thanks Myrna for the thoughtful gift ❤️

Yes May has zinged past, but in its wake it leaves a lot of memories that I’ll treasure for a long time. These days are amazing.

Thank you Jesus,



“We don’t have chickens, we need to get away” announced the man of the house.

And you know me. When it comes to travel, I don’t argue.

We kicked a few ideas around, but in the end, we just hopped in the car and headed 33 east.

“If I’m going to have a good trip, the first thing we need is new windshield wipers” stated the man of the house

After a quick stop, we were all ready for a good trip.

And that honestly was how the entire weekend went.


“Hey I heard they are building a new dairy complex” and next thing we knew we were easing back the farm lane.

“Hey I remember a thrift store on the left right out of Orange”

“Hey can we stop at the BBQ Exchange in Gordonsville?”

Our only rules for the trip was “no chain restaurants and no interstates”

Admittedly I couldn’t believe how many thrift stores/antique shops we stopped at and how patiently Ben waited in me to peruse through the plunder. We found some great treasures. ☺️

“Hey I’ve always wanted to see the Northern Neck”

“Look at those murals! Can we stop?”

“Let’s find seafood for supper” so Ben called a friend that was kinda local and he directed us to a delicious stop in downtown Montross, AND called ahead and covered our tab. Wow

Day #2 of our ramble found us heading west through central Virginia. Mostly it was unchartered territory for me and familiar roads to Ben who basically custom farmed the entire state of VA at one time or another.

“Let’s eat here. I’ve had lots of meals from the place, but have never eaten inside.”

“When did they put a coffee shop here?”

“We drive along and it’s flat like this and then suddenly it’s like you’re going down a mountain.”

The Blue Ridge Parkway was the crowning glory of our ramble. We travelled a section that I’d never been on before and stopped at every overlook that struck our fancy.

Feat Massanutten Peak

500 miles later, we turned into our little town of Singers Glen, refreshed from our adventure.

So thankful to the Giver of Every Good Thing for the many ways this weekend was a dream come true to me.

Praise Him,


Preserving Memories

The spunky little lady stood there holding the Disney themed children’s place set in her hands- so firmly that I didn’t think there was a chance she’d sell it to me.

“Well this was my granddaughters and she’s all grown now and the country she lives in doesn’t have Disney. I’m moving to a retirement home so I have to get rid of this. But it’s so many memories. How much would you pay me? This is really hard on me.”

At this point I realized that I didn’t have enough money in my banking account to purchase this item. Instead of seeing the potential customer in front of her- I could tell that her memory was pulling up a little girl with tiny ponytails, in a high chair, eating spaghetti and jabbering about the Snoopy fork and spoon.

“Well, would you pay me a dollar?”

“Yes, ma’am, I sure would! I can assure you that my nephews will love this well.”

As I paid her and slid the set into my backpack and hurried away, I kept feeling like I’d purchased something almost sacred.

How much can one pay for a lifetime of memories?

Snapchat scares me sometimes. Everyday it creates a little story with Bitmoji’s and the storylines follow my thought process a little too closely. (The other very exciting yard sale bargain from Saturday was a pressure canner)

This was Sunday’s story:

These days I am preserving memories as hard as I can go:

One of the last memories canned I guess should be labeled as “Sardines” or “Pishhh” 😂 Both Julia’s and Cousin Twila’s twins were at the pond. Aunt Em found some earthworms and helped each of the boys catch multiple Bluegill with a tiny fishing pole left by a guest. Each catch (no matter the size) was properly celebrated and the entire evening a riot. “MOM! I JUST CAUGHT THE TINIEST FISH I EVER SAW!!”

Spring ‘21/ Spring ‘22

Apple Delight: the Apple Tree in our backyard was gorgeous again this year. Trying to take a pic on self timer was ridiculous. How do you tell a dog where to look and when to smile 😂 this is the only pic that we got that was half decent.

Hopefully a lot more actual preserves comes from our attempt at gardening. Ideally the resident watchdog will sit on the edge and keep the critters at bay- and not turn the place into a series of Dirt Digging Festivities 😅

I’m happy that we’re preserving memories because we sure aren’t preserving mushrooms 😂 Ben and I still enjoyed an afternoon of rambling around in his family’s woods even if the only thing we brought home was an old stump for our flowerbed.

Years from now, I don’t know what will bring back the most nostalgia for me. But if I could literally can a moment… As children, we spent days riding with Father in his cabover, grabbing a bite to eat occasionally (when he wasn’t too busy to remember to be hungry😂.) Watching the twins get to experience some of the same fun gives me all the feels.

I’m savoring this current life we’re living as much as I can. I hope that I never forget this feeling of awe/incredible blessing. I can’t get over how much fun it is to set up our own house. I hope this honeymoon stage lasts for another 50 years. Two months in- we should be good, right? I’m storing memories regardless.

Ps 16:5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.
7 I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
9 Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure
10 because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
11 You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

Pause for a moment and savor the memories you’re canning today ❤️


Easter Weekend in Scottsville, KY

The fact is, while I’ve savored every.single.minute of being at home, packing my suitcase and slipping out the door to my waiting van felt like an old friend.

Another aspect of the “old friend” on this adventure was the fact that there was room in the van and in my mom’s hectic schedule for her to join me. The stage was set for a super special weekend.

The community of Scottsville, KY lives “pre-motor” meaning that everything is done with raw horse power or brute strength.

On the way in, we stopped by the feed mill and bakery. I was sorry we missed seeing the 10 horses grinding feed, but the tour was still educational.

Ms Ina showed us her bakery and sent us away smiling with several loaves of her famous tomato bread. She had whipped up “oh about 140 loaves” for the sandwiches for the wedding the next day. (Recipe for this amazing bread at the end of the blog.)

This was the story of our visit .

Everywhere we went, our friends welcomed us graciously, showed us around happily and sent us away with arms laden.

A few more of my favorite “stealth photography shots” from the weekend:

We stopped by Habbackers Variety Store and the employees sent a note for us to deliver to the owner. Not having a telephone would definitely change communication.

This community has weddings on Sundays during the regular church service. I didn’t make it through the entire 3 hour service, but I showed back up in time for the food. The servers marched through with sandwiches 3x, a variety of cookies and fruit 2x, and mint tea and tang every time in between (5x) Observing different cultures is one of my favorite things.

And lastly, the lady that hosted part of our group very thoughtfully got the horse on the treadmill to do laundry before we left. She releases the brake and he walks on the treadmill to operate her wringer washer.

This weekend was a treasure for sure.

So thankful that Jesus Christ’s death and resurrection is timeless, no matter what era or culture we find ourselves- He’s Alive today!

Happy Easter,



Scottsville Tomato Bread
2 1/2 c warm water
1 1/2 Tbsp yeast
1/2 c sugar
1/2 c oil
1 1/2 Tbsp salt
1 1/2 c tomato sauce (15 oz can)
1 tsp basil
2 tsp oregano
2 tsp garlic powder
10 c flour (approximate)
Dissolve yeast in water. Add other ingredients Knead into a soft dough
Bake 350° 35-40 mins

Aaaand look who welcomed us when home 🥶

In Celebration of National Poetry Month and my favorite Poet

Did you know that April is National Poetry Month?

The fact is, poetry is pretty much in my DNA.

My Great Grandmother Good published her collection of poems sometime long before my time, and I’ve grown up with her beautifully flowing word pictures transporting me to another era.

As a child, my impression of my Aunt Janet was that she was able concoct a poem for every occasion. She published a children’s poem book, and we were amazed.

My mother is my favorite poetry enthusiast. She’s always digging something out of her stash to read to it anyone who will appreciate it.

Yes, poetry has been a constant in my life since I was born.

But the plot twist for both my mother and I, was the discovery (not too many years ago) that she’d married a poet.

I still laugh remembering Mother slumped over her coffee one morning. Me: how was your night? Mother: not very restful, apparently I’m married to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He kept waking me up to hear the next verse of the poem he was writing.

My dads poetry gene got discovered not too long ago and it’s been keeping us in stitches ever since.

Mostly he writes about current events in a humorous way.

He manages to keep his poetry in his head, spends miles on the road reciting them for busloads to enjoy for what they’re worth.

So in honor of National Poetry Month, here are the links to my dads poems on Facebook:

But my recent favorite was when he stood up at our Wedding Celebration and pulled this one out of his hat ( Here) I was so shocked, I could’ve cried. What a treasure.

So anyhow, I don’t know how you’re celebrating, but it’s finally warmed up enough that I think we’ll take our favorite poet out for ice cream.

And wait with bated breath to see what the next event will be that merits a poem.


Bonus Pic:

National Pet Day and my current favorite pic of this energetic package opener:

And lastly a legit Henry Wadsworth Longfellow masterpiece with 3 names changed. 💙💙💙

The Children’s Hour” (1863)

Between the dark and the daylight,
__When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
__That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
__The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
__And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
__Descending the broad hall stair,
Alexander , and laughing Uriah,
__And Isaiah with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
__Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
__To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
__A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
__They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
__O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
__They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
__Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
__In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
__Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
__Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
__And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
__In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
__Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
__And moulder in dust away!

Well Celebrated

“An old school friend texted me today and wished us a lifelong happiness” Ben announced

“I thought maybe we’d spend part of a month with your wedding, but I was wrong, it’s over a month and still going strong” Jul added

“Cause it’s the wedding that never endsssss” Em’s music joined the comments

And it’s true- we are so blessed and affirmed and just amazed on every corner.

The mailbox houses cards and gifts (I’m so thankful that our chewing maniac of a lab has somehow missed chewing on those deliveries 😅)

I’m also shocked at how many people congratulate and bless us when we meet up. In fact we went to a viewing and the family of the bereaved were so busy extending love and congratulations to us that by the time we made it thru the line, we weren’t sure if the proper thing to say was “I’m sorry for your loss” or “congratulations.” For sure living 97 years with vigor and passing away suddenly is a victory-but congrats doesn’t seem quite appropriate 🙈

Anyhow- when I think about the kindnesses shown to us/me recently, I’m a little overwhelmed and so so grateful. Community is such a blessing.

We hosted a little larger “wedding celebration” the end of March to include a few more of the people who impacted our life. And *sigh* still had people on the invite list when the building was full 🥺

My parents were married at this exact spot in ‘83

Em called this “Wedding 2.0” It was such a fun relaxed evening and although I hated the extra work for our families, the evening was super special

We forgot to get a pic of both Ben and I, but here I am preparing to rush thru the food line 😂

The ladies from church hosted a shower/pantry supply party for us and I’m optimistic that Ben and I will be able to survive in our little house in the Glen. So many generous gifts

And then my sweet friend Rachel hosted a housewarming with more friends and the most beautiful delicious food. Y’all ❤️ my cup runneth over. 😭

So thank you again to all of you who’ve loved us in some form or another over this exciting step.

We are most grateful and blessed,

Kendra for the Rohrers

Bonus Pics:

I’ve been forgetting to update the Showalter news on here 🤩

Our farm has the happiest bunch of spring peepers you’ve ever heard. I’m beyond excited to have actually caught one. What I didn’t realize until living here is that they obviously are temperature sensitive. If it’s too warm or too cold, they are silent, but at the right “spring like” temps, they make our hollow ring

I’m almost done with all the wedding references (I think) but I’m thrilled that some of the pussy willow shoots from our wedding bouquets actually took root! The idea of a visual reminder of the promises we made, has me all 🥰🤩 Now if we can just keep the deer/lab/lawnmower for inhaling them 😬 🤔

And lastly photo proof: I’m happy to report that we have enough boxes unpacked (and thanks to the generous showers, plenty of supplies) We are able to host! Drop by if you get the chance 🙂

Rohrer Ranch Report: Settling In

To our friends scattered to and fro,

Hello from the Rohrer Ranch! Life is settling into a routine. I think.

We enjoyed our honeymoon in Cancun immensely . Our resort was beautiful, the food exotic, the weather warm…

We experienced a 5 course “Romantic Dinner on the beach” and it did not disappoint. Probably the most exotic meal of my life. Delicious.

And after several days for extensive Rest and Relaxation, we traded this view:

For this:

We arrived home to a balmy 18° snow covered Valley 🥶 And it didn’t take long for us to realize that vacation was over.

We welcomed 40,000 chicks shortly after arriving home and successfully survived the flu. 😅 Ah, Life.

My sisters pranked our house while we were in Mexico. Julia purchased an extended family’s worth of plastic babies for a baby shower years ago and we discovered they were hidden all over the house.

They left a note with the rules stating that we had “until next Saturday at 8 pm to find all 58 babies. If you succeed, we’ll take you out for supper, if you fail, you’re buying”

Challenge accepted.

We found them everywhere. Inside the opposite door of Bens toy Fendt that lives on the top shelf of his desk. In the CD player that rarely gets used, inside our wedding shoes. 😅

We hunted and hunted and realized that they were playing to win.

But I’m happy to report that the Rohrers completed the challenge with hours to spare. My sisters are sure that we cheated 🤷🏻‍♀️ but Fair is Fair 😂❤️

Anyhow unless we cash our free meal in this morn, I need to have breakfast ready for my farmer. I’d better be focused on something other than blogging. 😂

May you see an extra measure of God’s goodness in your life today.



‘Til Death Do Us Part

“I, Kendra Dawn Horst take you Benjamin Earl Rohrer to be my lawful wedded husband…” I savored the words slowly as I said them aloud.

We chose to write our own wedding vows because we wanted to be specific with what we committed to.

So there we stood in front of church doing an awkward shuffle of vow books and hand held mikes committing our hearts to cling to each other and follow the Lord no matter what.

Our wedding day was beautiful. Ryder Photography did an excellent job at capturing it for us

I’m sure every couple feels the same way- but God’s Hand was visible over and over.

March 5 was windy but almost 70°. One week later it was 18° and snowing 🥶 thank you Jesus ❤️

Side note- the gold ribbon came from Aunt Thelma’s sewing supplies ❤️

Family is such a blessing ❤️

So many emotions all day… one minute would be laughter, and the next tears.

Heavenly Father, at this altar
On this special wedding day
May we ever, love each other
As you lead us on our way

Mr and Mrs Benjamin Rohrer

And then came the good part 😂 the fooooood

My cousins did an incredible job with the charcuterie boards on the tables ❤️ Em smoked cream cheese (which I found after searching no less than 5 grocery stores 😅) The pickled okra from Florida was probably the most unique thing on the menu- if you get a chance try it sometime 👌🏼

Charcuterie board thief 😂

Ben’s Dad grilled the meat and it was amazing. Aaaaand I could taste it!! Thanks to those of you who prayed that my taste would return (thanks covid 🙄)

It takes a village, they say… and this day wouldn’t have been possible without our families and my aunts SLAVING away❤️ we appreciate it so ❤️❤️❤️

What a magical day.

The significance of the fact that our pastor unknowingly used the same part of Romans to commission our home that we chose on our newspaper/program was not lost on me.

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love.Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer Romans 12:9-12

Thanking God for this incredible gift ❤️

KH no more, I’m Kendra Rohrer