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My Happy Place + Giveaway!

My Happy Place + Giveaway!

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My husband and I were married a little over a year when he brought me like a pioneer bride out to his family in Wisconsin. I drove deer alongside the hunters; I scaled an eighty-foot silo with him and peered across the acreage that was striped with the remnants of corn.

Though, growing up, my family had Rhode Island Red chickens and floppy-eared rabbits, a fat quarter horse mare and a garden that sustained us through the summer, dairy farming was an entirely different life than I was accustomed.

And I loved it.

I loved the white farmhouse with the black shutters overlooking the garden, the tin-roofed outbuildings and child’s swing. I loved the smell of the barn—a sweet mix of silage and hay and milk. I loved the striped cats that wove around my ankles as I scratched the heifers’ knobby heads.

I could see why my husband started coming out to visit his uncle’s family when he was sixteen. There was a peace found in the lush driftless region—blue sky, white clouds, red barns, and a green scrollwork of land—that sometimes evaded us back home.

A hymn sung before supper: “We thank thee Lord for this our food.” Steaming bowls passed down three lengths of table covered with mismatched cloths. The children effortlessly woven into the thick tapestry of adults. For dessert, cakes and pies—apple crumble, rhubarb, pecan, and chocolate cake with peanut butter icing—and coffee and homemade whipped cream.

Picking weeds in the garden, the soil sifting like cocoa between our fingers and our conversation falling just as easily from our lips. Hills stippled with rows upon rows of apple trees. Valleys swathed in a low-hanging fog leftover from warm, afternoon rain.

Wisconsin, for many years, has been the place that my husband looked forward to visiting each season where the stress of day-to-day sloughed away like shed skin. And I must say that this past week, Wisconsin has become my happy place, too.

Do you have a “happy place” that you like to visit? If so, what is it about the area that makes it so special to you?

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In honor of my sophomore novel, The Midwife’s launch, my publisher is hosting a fun giveaway:

Let’s be honest . . . a caffeine boost never hurts. For author Jolina Petersheim, it’s especially helpful to have her favorite drink on hand when she’s racing toward a manuscript deadline. In celebration of the release of her sophomore novel, The Midwife, we’d love to enable your caffeine addiction and give you a taste of Jolina’s beautiful prose. For a chance at a $25 Starbucks gift card and your choice of Jolina’s novels (either The Outcast or The Midwife), enter through the Rafflecopter widget below.

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  • I love how you describe the farm in Wisconsin. How wonderful that your happy place is one that is so dear to your husband and will no doubt be one your children will hold dear as well. My mother grew up on the banks of Yellow Creek in Ohio, and I never felt more at home than when I visited her mother (my grandmother) there in the same house. It was a simple house (also a white farmhouse…dark green shutters) but it was lovely in its simplicity, and my grandmother had both utilitarian, bountiful vegetable gardens, and also gardens of flowers and pure whimsy. When I visited, I dreamed and wished with all my heart that it was my real home… it made me feel that safe, that secure, and that wonderful. That house is long gone from our family now, but I still think of it as home and when I drive through Ohio, I always drive by that house on the Yellow Creek. Thanks for the memories, dear friend!

    June 24, 2014
  • Sounds awesome. I want a place in the country like that to disappear to.

    My uncle has a dock on a lake. I love sitting out there.

    Thanks for the awesome contest. *fingers crossed*!

    June 26, 2014
  • You’re most welcome, Juju! I do love living in the country–I don’t think I could survive for very long in the city. 🙂

    June 28, 2014
  • Your descriptions of the farm are so lush and beautiful – and so similar to where I grew up. My mom was one of 8 siblings on a 200-acre diary farm, and I grew up on the outskirts of that farm, my parents’ property bordered by hay and cornfields. Family dinners were big affairs with lots of homemade baked goods. I’ll be going back there this summer and can’t wait (living in the desert, I DO admit to missing the GREEN hues of summer. Grass, trees!). The pace is slower and nature is never far away when I go home. Glad you had such a great time in Wisconsin!

    June 28, 2014
  • Cubie Henderson

    I can’t wait to read your books the midwife & the outsider ,I love to read!!

    June 30, 2014
  • So glad that Wisconsin was your happy spot last week. I wonder just where you were. I’ve been fortunate that Wisconsin has been my home (and my happy spot) for all of my 65 years, first on a family farm in Rock Co, then a rural home with my husband and kids in Green Lake Co. A few years ago, we moved, but only a few miles. We have Amish neighbors all around us — plenty of greenhouses, fresh produce, bakeries, and even fall flowers. As great as this area of Wisconsin is, my happy spot really is up north and cabin time!

    June 30, 2014
  • April

    My “happy place” would have to be the black hills in South Dakota. The sky is a different color there and people move at a different place. It’s full of memories of when I spent time there as a summer missionary. That summer I made amazing, life long friends as well as my husband. We will be visiting in a couple weeks and we can’t wait! Maybe some day we will be able to live there again!

    June 30, 2014

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