06/12/2021
SUPPLIER ALERT
Prairie Wheat Bags
Fall was always my favorite time of the year. The smell of the wheat fields at harvest is one that evokes happy memories. I would often ride the combine with my dad. Even though it was loud and not conducive to much conversation, it was nice to spend time with him. It was a hustle bustle time, with juggling between fields, and driving grain trucks to and from, and tailgate suppers. But underneath there was a stillness that the city doesn’t know.
Years ago, I remember my grandpa sitting in the rocking chair downstairs. He was my mom’s dad, and he was probably in his late 80s at the time. Even though he had a blanket on him, he was cold and just couldn’t shake it. He seemed a million miles away. He lived a full life, of love and loss, war, and beauty. I will always remember that moment because he looked sad to me, and I had never seen him that way before. My mom warmed up her homemade wheat bag for him and tucked it up around his shoulder, then put the blanket back on. She said something like “I know, this will help.” I could feel her love for him in that moment and knew she was doing so much more than warming his shoulders. Love is so powerful and, I believe, healing.
A few years ago, I made a few wheat bags for some coworkers who were going through a hard time. After that, I decided to make a small business out of making and selling them online and at a couple of local trade shows.
The warmth of a wheat bag helps aches and pains, but also provides comfort and soothing. I wanted more people to benefit from this as I had. I especially like when I hear from customers that their kids love them. I often warm them up and snuggle with my kids. It makes a great bedtime routine; I hope it gives them happy memories
Stay warm😊
Amy Nelson
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