Thursday, August 28, 2008
Solitude
I did not expect today to be as quiet as it became after I arose this morning. Not that it isn’t usually semi-quiet in the early moments of each day. But this was an unexpected quiet that is gleamed when you find yourself all alone for 24 hours. Lon was able to get an extra shift to work on the same day as Jason was already scheduled. Leah was with her Mom and Dad at home. I found myself to be a house of one.
This type of timing has probably happened before, but for some reason I was more aware of it today. Could be a reaction to the reading I have been doing as of late? For the past month I have been steadily pouring over every copy written on the subject of Simply Living, Voluntary Living or something similar.
We, Lon and I have decided to slow down our lives so as to live them at a pace that is both beneficial and enjoyable to us. To step away from the ideals and influx of media driven empty pursuits. In order to embrace who God made us and how He would have us to live out our days for His glory. To have the time to pursue those things that bring us pleasure. To become debt free and able to live on a small income and still be able to minister to those God brings across our daily paths. To finally reach for and possibly obtain this side of heaven the abundant life that Jesus speaks of in the Bible.
So on this day I realized that I had the opportunity to practice a skill that I had just been reading about. Solitude.
An aspect of my life that I have always craved and acquired in small doses. But never took full advantage of while wishing for it.
It was a fairly easy decision to make, but I was uncertain if I could pull it off. To walk through one’s home and not see the things that need to be tended to is a hard thing. To not check my to-do list and succumb to the “ought to” was a challenge for the better part of the morning. To focus on just being quiet in my spirit and follow the impulses of my heart without consulting with my mind became easier as I kept a written list of the activities I chose to be apart of.
Needless to say it was a blessed day, a peaceful day, a day of quiet reflection and inspiration. It was joyous and by lunch time I was truly having a great time without feeling guilty at all.
My day smoothly unfolded before me and every one of my senses was fulfilled with wonder and gratitude.
P.S.
Evening came and I do believe that I had the best night of sleep in a long time. Awakening with the most abundant energy for the next day’s activities.
Deborah
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Day of Sharing
It is such a joyful blessing to gather with kindred hearts on Sundays to worship the Lord. To see familiar faces gathered for
Sunday school, sharing in the lives and prayer request of those who walk beside you and share your journey with the Lord. To be uplifted, encouraged, inspired and challenged to be all that a follower of Christ should be.
On this particular Sunday it felt really good as I have missed the last two due to being on the “sickly” side of health. It was a good day made better with the time that Lon and I had to share our hearts and minds in uninterrupted time. We talked about our farm, our dreams for the future and the changes we would like to see happen both in our physical lives and spiritual ones. Each day brings opportunities for making decisions that could help to simplify our lives. It helps to take the time to think through a few before we are faced with a decision.
Conversation, hot cups of coffee and sweet fellowship are a great combo for a relaxed afternoon. That do not add calories to our waist but fuel for our relationship.
To be able to talk to one’s spouse in such a manner is a blessing from the Lord. One that I know many couples do not have in their lives but one I thank the Lord for in mine.
Anything shared is something doubled in pleasure and divided in load to bear. A nice dividend anyway you slice it.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
A Rainy Friday Again
Rainy days are to be expected during the Fall season from time to time. I have read where the amount of rainfall can affect the color intensity in the leaves of deciduous trees, like maples, populars, oaks, dogwood, etc. The ones in the yard are starting to really turn now and I love to glance out the window to see their bright colors. This is our second spell of rain in a week's time, and the second Friday in a row. But I am not complaining at all, going through the drought last year makes one appreciate the heavenly water when if flows. The chickens on the other hand looked like a bunch of wet feather dusters as they wandered around in the sprinkles this afternoon. I am not sure if they were enjoying their impromptu shower or just happy to be out of the pen to look for yummies under the leaves.
The first hunting trip of the season ended as Lon pulled into the driveway today. He saw 2 deer, but was unable to get either of them bagged for the freezer. Although he came home empty handed, I believe he had a good time any way. Just like I suspected he would.
With the rain falling at a steady rate and the temperatures dropping with the brisk winds. It felt like a perfect day for a hearty pot of soup and fresh baked bread for his welcome home meal. A warm welcome composed of a bowl of hot soup, bread and a fire in the fireplace, you just can't beat that on a blustery day like this. I have been making soup on a weekly basis since the beginning of September. The majority fixed for our family lunches on Sunday's. I checked out 2 books from the library a couple of weeks ago and have enjoyed looking at all the recipes they offer. Many I hope to try over the next 2-3 months, as I plan to make a soup meal one day a week during the Fall/Winter seasons. Tonight we had one that I had copied off of the Food Network home page of the "Barefoot Contessa", entitled Lentil Sausage Soup. It uses several different veggies and spices that blended into a very savory soup. It makes a large pot and was so yummy that I don't think we will mind eating it again for lunches this next week. The projected forecast is calling for the lows to dip down to 32-34* for a few days and soup will be the answer to staying warm and fed.
Bread making is becoming a regular activity in our home as of lately. I have always been fascinated by the idea of fresh bread coming out of our oven and straight to the table. Anyone who shops at a grocery store with an in-store bakery knows the tempting aroma that is piped throughout the store to draw you towards a purchase of a hot loaf not on your list. The catch is they usually want a price for the bread higher than the list of so-so ingredients that is used to bake it. I have purchase a few when on sale, but often wondered what it would really cost to make them. Trouble is when looking at the list of ingredients I can't pronounce most of them or find the rest to duplicate what I hold in my hands. But I do have in my kitchen a bread maker, used not as frequently as I had hoped when first purchased.
This renewed interest in eating whole foods has me searching my recipe files for easy breads to make. One in particular that we have been enjoying and I have been having good success with is an Oatmeal bread. A hearty bread full of whole grain oats, great for sandwiches and makes the best toast for honey. I've tweaked the recipe some, which I usually don't do. As I try to follow the recipes as written at least for awhile before I venture out with changes. But this bread is so forgiving and it has turned out well for this okay "want-a-be" bread maker. My collection of bread recipes has been growing since I bought the machine, for oh . . . . we won't say how long ago. ;) But my big thrill this week was when The Bread Book I had ordered came in the mail. The copy I picked up at the library a week ago was a delight to look through. I knew right then I needed one? or should I say wanted, even had to have a copy of this book. With it's indepth teaching aids and numerous recipes to fill my home with the fresh baked goodness that makes your mouth water. So now I have an arsenal of temptations waiting to be tried out. If anything should flop I know the backyard birds or our chickens for that matter will hungrily gobble up my oops!
Yesterday I went back to Walmart to check out the clearance bins of yarn in the craft department. After seeing them last week on a quick stop with Lon, I knew I would need to come back and check out the prices and options for future projects. I found 3 different colors to make some home needs and give aways. I also found two small leaflets with about 6 or so beautiful afghans to make. Right now I am committed to finish a specific project for the "Covered in Prayer" ministry at my church. So these new ideas will have to wait till I an free to start one or two. Maybe, better yet I should finish the lap quilt that I started last Fall first.
Dropping by JoAnn's Fabrics on the way to buy groceries created even another project or two for my craft basket. When I get the chance I day dream over the pattern books and make my list of favorites, then sit in waiting till they put the specific brand on sale for $.99. I missed the Simplicity sale last week, but I was able to snag 2 McCall's patterns for the same $.99 price this week. I chose a Autumn craft pattern with a friendly stuffed turkey and table decor and plan to make 2. One for siting next to our fireplace this Thanksgiving and one for Leah to set out at her house. That is if she doesn't carry it around like one of her babies. Picking out the fabric was both fun and challenging, with trying to choose the colors from all of the options available. The other pattern was for a old fashion cloth doll that is stated to be a part of a series to be featured in the McCall's pattern books for the next year. Each one teaches a new doll-making skill to go along with the project featured. I can just see Leah surrounded by all the new dollies, what memories we will make together. Having birthed only sons kept me from being able to play dollies with a little girl. God knows my heart and has been so gracious to give me the chance to play dollies, have tea parties and other girlie things with a precious granddaughter instead.
I have missed her this week as she only came on Monday to stay with me. Illness caused her mommy to be out of work for a couple of days and she stayed home instead. I usually do not have her on Thursdays and Fridays. So an inspired plan came to mind on the trip from one store to the next and took form as I "kidnapped" her from the daycare yesterday. But before you call children's services, I had permission for the escape. Delight shown in her eyes and from the sound of her squeals I believe it was a good plan. We didn't have much time together before her mommy got off work, but we squeezed out of it all that we could. I think I wasn't the only one who missed her this week, after returning home today Lon mentioned that they needed to bring her over for a visit soon.
Deborah
The first hunting trip of the season ended as Lon pulled into the driveway today. He saw 2 deer, but was unable to get either of them bagged for the freezer. Although he came home empty handed, I believe he had a good time any way. Just like I suspected he would.
With the rain falling at a steady rate and the temperatures dropping with the brisk winds. It felt like a perfect day for a hearty pot of soup and fresh baked bread for his welcome home meal. A warm welcome composed of a bowl of hot soup, bread and a fire in the fireplace, you just can't beat that on a blustery day like this. I have been making soup on a weekly basis since the beginning of September. The majority fixed for our family lunches on Sunday's. I checked out 2 books from the library a couple of weeks ago and have enjoyed looking at all the recipes they offer. Many I hope to try over the next 2-3 months, as I plan to make a soup meal one day a week during the Fall/Winter seasons. Tonight we had one that I had copied off of the Food Network home page of the "Barefoot Contessa", entitled Lentil Sausage Soup. It uses several different veggies and spices that blended into a very savory soup. It makes a large pot and was so yummy that I don't think we will mind eating it again for lunches this next week. The projected forecast is calling for the lows to dip down to 32-34* for a few days and soup will be the answer to staying warm and fed.
Bread making is becoming a regular activity in our home as of lately. I have always been fascinated by the idea of fresh bread coming out of our oven and straight to the table. Anyone who shops at a grocery store with an in-store bakery knows the tempting aroma that is piped throughout the store to draw you towards a purchase of a hot loaf not on your list. The catch is they usually want a price for the bread higher than the list of so-so ingredients that is used to bake it. I have purchase a few when on sale, but often wondered what it would really cost to make them. Trouble is when looking at the list of ingredients I can't pronounce most of them or find the rest to duplicate what I hold in my hands. But I do have in my kitchen a bread maker, used not as frequently as I had hoped when first purchased.
This renewed interest in eating whole foods has me searching my recipe files for easy breads to make. One in particular that we have been enjoying and I have been having good success with is an Oatmeal bread. A hearty bread full of whole grain oats, great for sandwiches and makes the best toast for honey. I've tweaked the recipe some, which I usually don't do. As I try to follow the recipes as written at least for awhile before I venture out with changes. But this bread is so forgiving and it has turned out well for this okay "want-a-be" bread maker. My collection of bread recipes has been growing since I bought the machine, for oh . . . . we won't say how long ago. ;) But my big thrill this week was when The Bread Book I had ordered came in the mail. The copy I picked up at the library a week ago was a delight to look through. I knew right then I needed one? or should I say wanted, even had to have a copy of this book. With it's indepth teaching aids and numerous recipes to fill my home with the fresh baked goodness that makes your mouth water. So now I have an arsenal of temptations waiting to be tried out. If anything should flop I know the backyard birds or our chickens for that matter will hungrily gobble up my oops!
Yesterday I went back to Walmart to check out the clearance bins of yarn in the craft department. After seeing them last week on a quick stop with Lon, I knew I would need to come back and check out the prices and options for future projects. I found 3 different colors to make some home needs and give aways. I also found two small leaflets with about 6 or so beautiful afghans to make. Right now I am committed to finish a specific project for the "Covered in Prayer" ministry at my church. So these new ideas will have to wait till I an free to start one or two. Maybe, better yet I should finish the lap quilt that I started last Fall first.
Dropping by JoAnn's Fabrics on the way to buy groceries created even another project or two for my craft basket. When I get the chance I day dream over the pattern books and make my list of favorites, then sit in waiting till they put the specific brand on sale for $.99. I missed the Simplicity sale last week, but I was able to snag 2 McCall's patterns for the same $.99 price this week. I chose a Autumn craft pattern with a friendly stuffed turkey and table decor and plan to make 2. One for siting next to our fireplace this Thanksgiving and one for Leah to set out at her house. That is if she doesn't carry it around like one of her babies. Picking out the fabric was both fun and challenging, with trying to choose the colors from all of the options available. The other pattern was for a old fashion cloth doll that is stated to be a part of a series to be featured in the McCall's pattern books for the next year. Each one teaches a new doll-making skill to go along with the project featured. I can just see Leah surrounded by all the new dollies, what memories we will make together. Having birthed only sons kept me from being able to play dollies with a little girl. God knows my heart and has been so gracious to give me the chance to play dollies, have tea parties and other girlie things with a precious granddaughter instead.
I have missed her this week as she only came on Monday to stay with me. Illness caused her mommy to be out of work for a couple of days and she stayed home instead. I usually do not have her on Thursdays and Fridays. So an inspired plan came to mind on the trip from one store to the next and took form as I "kidnapped" her from the daycare yesterday. But before you call children's services, I had permission for the escape. Delight shown in her eyes and from the sound of her squeals I believe it was a good plan. We didn't have much time together before her mommy got off work, but we squeezed out of it all that we could. I think I wasn't the only one who missed her this week, after returning home today Lon mentioned that they needed to bring her over for a visit soon.
Deborah
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Looking Back To 3 Days in August:
Tuesday, August 19,2008
Multiplication
My days always start good when I can get some quiet time in on the front porch and today was no different. It is the place I love to spend with God as I read over His word and put some inspirational words to the pages of my journal. He shows me so many wonders at the break of day when my heart and mind are rested from a night’s sleep. A cup of warmth to sip and I am ready to be a student at His feet. To say that it is still amazing to me when shown a new concept or truth after all these days is not hard. I still stand amazed in His presence.
I hope to be able to share what I am shown and still learning with others who are seeking Him as well. One tells one, who tells one and so it goes till the truth has multiplied to many. All from a source of one on one with the Lord. Hopefully the pages I write in some way will reach those also who I may never get to speak to face to face.
Leah is at present my most eager student to pass my knowledge and wisdom to. Sitting together this morning on the porch reading and watching the birds eating just a couple of feet from us is thrilling to her and blesses my soul. I hope she grows up with a love for God and an appreciation for His creation. Walking in the steps of her Nana as I try to reveal God’s love for us and my love for the outdoors. Reminds me of a little song Daddy taught me that my grandmother used to sing to him.
Life and Death
Life for one of our own began 27 years ago today in a hospital that used to stand nearby before it was removed.
A place where both of my sons were born. Does the fact that it no longer stands erase the fact that they were born there? I think not, even though there is no physical structure to point to and say that is where I was born. The footprints you leave in the lives of others is evidence enough that you had a beginning somewhere, even if the actual building is no longer standing. That particular hospital had a lot of firsts for our young family, along with the births of our offspring, it was the place where I started my nursing profession. But that is another story for another day.
Brian was born on this date of August 24th and has been my baby for all of his 27 years. There is something to be said of being the baby of the family. You get to benefit from the learning curve of the first born. Each child holds a different yet at the same time, the same place in a Mother’s heart. Always will. It is surprising to think that he has reached the age that he is. Time passes both slow and fast depending on who is doing the looking. I am sure that for Brian, he probably thought his adult years would never come as a teenager. Now he is a daddy to a sweet little girl, named Leah. With the years passing from our youth comes the added responsibility of adult and parenthood. A fact not deeply considered during the “I love girls/boys” stage of youth. It seems to be reserved for the “latter” years, when one often thinks that life really gets serious.
For me he has stayed in the youthful range for a very long time. Do you ever get to the point where you see them in a way otherwise than how you remember them being ? I was reminded of how much of his future lies before him yesterday at his birthday dinner, at the tender age of 27. Even though he bemoaned the fact that he is now in his “late twenties”. Oh to be at that stage of life and have the wisdom I’ve had to learned through my own 52 years.
Life never stands still that’s for sure, so you better have your moving shoes on. Though at times it feels ever so good to kick them off after a long day of working around the home front. Or when the tiny blades of newborn grass emerge in the spring. Just begging for someone to wiggle their toes in the soft green of new growth. Leah has finally come to terms with the green carpet in our yard and readily runs around in it barefoot. Something she highly detested at the start of Summer. All that outdoor playing has toughen up her tootsies so that now she enjoys the feel of nature under her feet.
Death came calling last Friday as I went out to check on my girls that morning. Only to discover that one of our Light Brahmas had died just inside the door. Looking as if she had just sat down and died, almost like she was waiting on some one to come and rescue her from a natural fact of life. Everything and everyone will die at some point. It is a law of God that is not skipped over like hopping over mud puddles. It was sad to see another one die and not know what had happen or why.
The first pullet we lost was due to a dog attack while the girls were enjoying being out of their exercise yard this past Memorial day. Happening so fast we were at a lost as to where to start looking for the survivors. Round them up Jason and I tried, finding most, but eventually waiting for the rest of them to come home on their own at dusk. Finally the stragglers came and glad I was for their inborn instinct to “come home to roost“. Just like each weary member of a family does when away on adventure or at the end of a work day. We too look forward to coming home to “roost” for the night. HOME is such a comforting word, it speaks of a place of rest, refuge and refreshment for the soul.
But to discover another one dead on Saturday morning in their play yard was a heart blow to these new chicken farmers. “Bertha“ , our largest Orphington was laying dead by the fencing inside the play yard with obvious destruction to her lifeless frame. Question flew out of our mouths quicker than we could take in the whole scene. It goes without description that something had played a part with her death. But was it before or after her untimely departure? The fencing looking secure which only lead us to conclude that she had probably died of natural causes as well. But the nagging thought remained, 2 chickens in 2 days?
Do we have an unseen culprit lurking in the hen house? Some disease of sort that is snuffing out the lives of our unsuspecting fowl? I pray not, but that it is only a sequence of events that happened close together. One that serves to teach us the facts of life and death, a natural function of life on any farm.
A different sort of death came about at the working of our own hands Saturday, as we cut down a large maple tree that had graced our yard with beautiful fall leaves since we built the house 24 years ago. But had grown up too close to the power lines necessary for our connection with the power grid we so readily rely on. I will miss the touch of color it gave to the yard but accept the fact that our tiny orchard will benefit from the additional sunlight that will be available now that it’s lofty shade has been removed. Leah on the other hand gave much heart felt dismay at “it’s falling down”. On some level it made her sad at the destruction of it. Probably due to the shock of seeing one fall during a severe storm last month right before the nose of the car she and her mom was traveling in.
To see life through the eyes of a child is a great gift, which we all possessed at one time. A place before we became to old to get down to the level of an innocent heart of a two year old. Oh, how they must bless the heart of God.
“Let the little children come unto Me, and do not forbid
them, for of such is the kingdom of God.” Mark 10:14
Life will continue despite the two ladies missing in the hen house as the girls have stepped up once again and blessed us with 6 eggs on this Sunday. New fruit trees will be planted in the empty space of the Maple, to bring forth fruit in due season for our family to enjoy. And birthdays will continue to roll around like the hands on a clock, to remind us of the goodness of years passed and the joyful anticipation of ones yet to be lived.
Added: Before going to bed I went out to check on the girls and found another Orphington dead just inside the gate. That makes 3 chickens in 3 consecutive days very hard to grasp. Obviously we have some form of a night time bandit feasting on our chickens. Makes for a sick stomach to go to bed on.
Size
Does size matter in the large scope of things? Some one argue the fact the bigger the better, where others would counter that sweet things come in small packages. It is apparent that it depends on what you are referring to. As is most issues in life.
The small holes around the gate to the chicken yard were evidently large enough to allow a villain in to do it’s dirty work last Sunday evening. A defect that will have to be remedied today. The lost of the future layers we had hoped to have laying soon is a dark cloud in our eyes right now.
Not only did we loose 3 girls but we discovered another White Rock that had an injury from yesterday. One that caught the attention of the rest of the gang, who were picking it into a bloody mess. Clara Belle had a nasty wound from her right ear and down across her white cheek. She was happy it seemed to be rescue from the bad manners of the others, but not too happy being isolated in our sunroom until we could arrange better living quarters for her hospital room. From what I’ve read I believe she will recover if we can keep it from getting infected. Hopefully it will not cause a hearing loss or disfigure her sweet face.
Holes big or small can create their own set of problems if not addressed and size does matter in these kinds of things.
Small verses Large is another issue of size to consider. No, I am not talking about weight or clothing size or any other debated subject in the life of humans
Though in the life of chickens they will always give you what they can. For almost 3 weeks we have been getting small eggs from the girls at an ever increasing rate, presently up to 6 a day. What they lack on size they make up in flavor with those rich golden-orange yolks. Even in the midst of tragedy the past weekend someone laid a surprise for us yesterday. As Lon reached in to gather the morning eggs, he could not believe what his hand rested upon in one of the nesting boxes. For there lay a full size egg, revealing that one of the girls is coming into her maturity. The consensus is that it is “Girlie Girl”, one of our Rhode Island Reds. She was the first one to give us the “baby” eggs as we call them, back on the 6th of August.
Tuesday, August 19,2008
Multiplication
My days always start good when I can get some quiet time in on the front porch and today was no different. It is the place I love to spend with God as I read over His word and put some inspirational words to the pages of my journal. He shows me so many wonders at the break of day when my heart and mind are rested from a night’s sleep. A cup of warmth to sip and I am ready to be a student at His feet. To say that it is still amazing to me when shown a new concept or truth after all these days is not hard. I still stand amazed in His presence.
I hope to be able to share what I am shown and still learning with others who are seeking Him as well. One tells one, who tells one and so it goes till the truth has multiplied to many. All from a source of one on one with the Lord. Hopefully the pages I write in some way will reach those also who I may never get to speak to face to face.
Leah is at present my most eager student to pass my knowledge and wisdom to. Sitting together this morning on the porch reading and watching the birds eating just a couple of feet from us is thrilling to her and blesses my soul. I hope she grows up with a love for God and an appreciation for His creation. Walking in the steps of her Nana as I try to reveal God’s love for us and my love for the outdoors. Reminds me of a little song Daddy taught me that my grandmother used to sing to him.
“Little Feet Be Careful”
Little feet be careful
Where you take me to
Anything for Jesus
Only let me do.
Multiplication came early this morning as the girls started laying early and by 10 am had given us 3 eggs. A record set for such an early delivery. I guess they are getting in the swing of things and taking careful notes of how it is to be done. Lon was surprised and thrill at the news when Leah and I called to say “guess what?” But we were even more astonished when about lunchtime I heard a cackle from a different hen and upon checking on her discovered she had blessed us with an egg as well. 4 count them FOUR eggs in one day and by lunchtime! I had already let the girls out to roam the yard for morning munchies. Little miss found her way back to the coop to drop off her gift while playing in the yard. We had not expected her to lay yet as there are others who look more mature than her. Guess she knew better than we did.
At this rate I will be able to stop buying store eggs and rely on “fresh from the farm” yummy organic ones instead. They are small in size, but for beginner eggs they are delicious. With a few more months under their wings I know the girls will produce regular size eggs. Soon I will be able to share their bounty with friends and family. Some have offered to pay for the fresh eggs, knowing the healthy goodness of range-free eggs. To turn a small profit would help off set the price of feed and treats we buy for them. Maybe even build a small “nest egg” for some more hens next year or a dairy goat for the homestead living we are trying to live out in our little neck of the woods.
They are coming to be one of the best birthday presents I have ever received, even if I did have to ask for them. I love to watch them scratch around the leaves and do their waddle dance when they run across the yard. Seeing them in the yard causes a quietness to flow over my being, making me smile just at the sight of them. They have a language all their own but will share a type of purring with me when I sit near by them. Gathering one or two into my lap to stroke their feathers and sing a little song that only they understand.
Deborah
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Life and Death
Life for one of our own began 27 years ago today in a hospital that used to stand nearby before it was removed.
A place where both of my sons were born. Does the fact that it no longer stands erase the fact that they were born there? I think not, even though there is no physical structure to point to and say that is where I was born. The footprints you leave in the lives of others is evidence enough that you had a beginning somewhere, even if the actual building is no longer standing. That particular hospital had a lot of firsts for our young family, along with the births of our offspring, it was the place where I started my nursing profession. But that is another story for another day.
Brian was born on this date of August 24th and has been my baby for all of his 27 years. There is something to be said of being the baby of the family. You get to benefit from the learning curve of the first born. Each child holds a different yet at the same time, the same place in a Mother’s heart. Always will. It is surprising to think that he has reached the age that he is. Time passes both slow and fast depending on who is doing the looking. I am sure that for Brian, he probably thought his adult years would never come as a teenager. Now he is a daddy to a sweet little girl, named Leah. With the years passing from our youth comes the added responsibility of adult and parenthood. A fact not deeply considered during the “I love girls/boys” stage of youth. It seems to be reserved for the “latter” years, when one often thinks that life really gets serious.
For me he has stayed in the youthful range for a very long time. Do you ever get to the point where you see them in a way otherwise than how you remember them being ? I was reminded of how much of his future lies before him yesterday at his birthday dinner, at the tender age of 27. Even though he bemoaned the fact that he is now in his “late twenties”. Oh to be at that stage of life and have the wisdom I’ve had to learned through my own 52 years.
Life never stands still that’s for sure, so you better have your moving shoes on. Though at times it feels ever so good to kick them off after a long day of working around the home front. Or when the tiny blades of newborn grass emerge in the spring. Just begging for someone to wiggle their toes in the soft green of new growth. Leah has finally come to terms with the green carpet in our yard and readily runs around in it barefoot. Something she highly detested at the start of Summer. All that outdoor playing has toughen up her tootsies so that now she enjoys the feel of nature under her feet.
Death came calling last Friday as I went out to check on my girls that morning. Only to discover that one of our Light Brahmas had died just inside the door. Looking as if she had just sat down and died, almost like she was waiting on some one to come and rescue her from a natural fact of life. Everything and everyone will die at some point. It is a law of God that is not skipped over like hopping over mud puddles. It was sad to see another one die and not know what had happen or why.
The first pullet we lost was due to a dog attack while the girls were enjoying being out of their exercise yard this past Memorial day. Happening so fast we were at a lost as to where to start looking for the survivors. Round them up Jason and I tried, finding most, but eventually waiting for the rest of them to come home on their own at dusk. Finally the stragglers came and glad I was for their inborn instinct to “come home to roost“. Just like each weary member of a family does when away on adventure or at the end of a work day. We too look forward to coming home to “roost” for the night. HOME is such a comforting word, it speaks of a place of rest, refuge and refreshment for the soul.
But to discover another one dead on Saturday morning in their play yard was a heart blow to these new chicken farmers. “Bertha“ , our largest Orphington was laying dead by the fencing inside the play yard with obvious destruction to her lifeless frame. Question flew out of our mouths quicker than we could take in the whole scene. It goes without description that something had played a part with her death. But was it before or after her untimely departure? The fencing looking secure which only lead us to conclude that she had probably died of natural causes as well. But the nagging thought remained, 2 chickens in 2 days?
Do we have an unseen culprit lurking in the hen house? Some disease of sort that is snuffing out the lives of our unsuspecting fowl? I pray not, but that it is only a sequence of events that happened close together. One that serves to teach us the facts of life and death, a natural function of life on any farm.
A different sort of death came about at the working of our own hands Saturday, as we cut down a large maple tree that had graced our yard with beautiful fall leaves since we built the house 24 years ago. But had grown up too close to the power lines necessary for our connection with the power grid we so readily rely on. I will miss the touch of color it gave to the yard but accept the fact that our tiny orchard will benefit from the additional sunlight that will be available now that it’s lofty shade has been removed. Leah on the other hand gave much heart felt dismay at “it’s falling down”. On some level it made her sad at the destruction of it. Probably due to the shock of seeing one fall during a severe storm last month right before the nose of the car she and her mom was traveling in.
To see life through the eyes of a child is a great gift, which we all possessed at one time. A place before we became to old to get down to the level of an innocent heart of a two year old. Oh, how they must bless the heart of God.
“Let the little children come unto Me, and do not forbid
them, for of such is the kingdom of God.” Mark 10:14
Life will continue despite the two ladies missing in the hen house as the girls have stepped up once again and blessed us with 6 eggs on this Sunday. New fruit trees will be planted in the empty space of the Maple, to bring forth fruit in due season for our family to enjoy. And birthdays will continue to roll around like the hands on a clock, to remind us of the goodness of years passed and the joyful anticipation of ones yet to be lived.
Added: Before going to bed I went out to check on the girls and found another Orphington dead just inside the gate. That makes 3 chickens in 3 consecutive days very hard to grasp. Obviously we have some form of a night time bandit feasting on our chickens. Makes for a sick stomach to go to bed on.
Deborah
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Size
Does size matter in the large scope of things? Some one argue the fact the bigger the better, where others would counter that sweet things come in small packages. It is apparent that it depends on what you are referring to. As is most issues in life.
The small holes around the gate to the chicken yard were evidently large enough to allow a villain in to do it’s dirty work last Sunday evening. A defect that will have to be remedied today. The lost of the future layers we had hoped to have laying soon is a dark cloud in our eyes right now.
Not only did we loose 3 girls but we discovered another White Rock that had an injury from yesterday. One that caught the attention of the rest of the gang, who were picking it into a bloody mess. Clara Belle had a nasty wound from her right ear and down across her white cheek. She was happy it seemed to be rescue from the bad manners of the others, but not too happy being isolated in our sunroom until we could arrange better living quarters for her hospital room. From what I’ve read I believe she will recover if we can keep it from getting infected. Hopefully it will not cause a hearing loss or disfigure her sweet face.
Holes big or small can create their own set of problems if not addressed and size does matter in these kinds of things.
Small verses Large is another issue of size to consider. No, I am not talking about weight or clothing size or any other debated subject in the life of humans
Though in the life of chickens they will always give you what they can. For almost 3 weeks we have been getting small eggs from the girls at an ever increasing rate, presently up to 6 a day. What they lack on size they make up in flavor with those rich golden-orange yolks. Even in the midst of tragedy the past weekend someone laid a surprise for us yesterday. As Lon reached in to gather the morning eggs, he could not believe what his hand rested upon in one of the nesting boxes. For there lay a full size egg, revealing that one of the girls is coming into her maturity. The consensus is that it is “Girlie Girl”, one of our Rhode Island Reds. She was the first one to give us the “baby” eggs as we call them, back on the 6th of August.
As excited as we were about the new discovery, we still ate the “baby” eggs for breakfast yesterday. Even though Lon thought we should celebrate it’s arrival by putting it in the pan.
Deborah
Sunday, October 19, 2008
October Changes
I have missed jotting down the happenings around here and have been busy trying to remember the details since our computer did a nose dive the other day. Happily it appears to be working at present, fingers crossed. So I thought I would try to catch up and post a combined update. It never fails that so much happens when our computer decides to take a vacation.
Grocery days have become a lot simpler since I challenged myself to not buy anything except dairy and fresh produce in the month of September. Creating and eating meals solely out of our freezer and stuffed pantry. Surprisingly it was not as hard as I thought it would be and gained the support of my family in the process. This month I have tried to continue the previous decision but I am back to gathering the cost-cutting specials to replenish and fortify our food choices also for the months to come. I hate to pay full price on anything when I know that the 2 stores I shop at will always put our favorite items on sale again on a regular basis. Sometimes I may have to wait for them, but other times I find them right on schedule for our needs.
For the past few weeks I have had a new companion along for the ride. Lon has started going with me to check out some new items we are trying to incorporate into our eating. He used to hate going because of the time it took me to shop with coupons. Since making some changes in our eating habits, such as eliminating processed foods and things made with sugar or hydrogenated oils, I no longer need the pile of coupons I once carried around with me. Time spent has been cut drastically and shopping has now become an adventure we both enjoy.
Learning to eat whole foods instead of the stuff manufactures peddle off on us as being essential has us looking at our meals in a whole new light. We are already seeing benefits from this change of eating style. Dropping out of the fast food mentality is not hard once you start really looking at what you are feeding your bodies. It is shocking what is put into items that they want you to believe is okay to consume, regardless of the fact it causes health problems. Simply because it is man made in a test tube and they can make a profit off it. Feeling cheated and lied to? We were not designed to eat things not found in it's original state of growth. Just look at the rise in health issues and diseases like cancer. It is an individual decision what you eat and we don't condemn those who don't understand our position on this. But we are willing to share the information we have gathered with those who want to know.
One of my finds this week caused me to pull out a "servant" gadget I haven't used in years. Baby Portabela mushrooms, one of our favorites was on sale at a really good price, 3 for $5. So I bought 3 cartons with the intent to dehydrate 2 of them for storage to be used in our winter soups and stews. Setting the food dehydrator up on the counter brought back a flood of memories from the days when I used to put it into service on a regular basis. Seeing the jar on our pantry shelf makes me feel quite frugal. Inspiring me to start using it more often during the summer harvest of our garden. Another pleasure I picked up was a fat orange pumpkin for the Fall decor at the back door. I had eyed them the week before at Walmart, but felt is was silly to spend $5 for something that would eventually rot. That was until I saw them at a cheaper price of $3 and remembered the chicken's love for fresh fruit and vegetable scraps from the garden. So for a few weeks I will get to enjoy one of my "Pleasures of Fall", off of the list I made. Then it will have a final use as a smorgasbord for some lucky ladies later on. At least that is my story and I am sticking to it. :)
Grocery days have become a lot simpler since I challenged myself to not buy anything except dairy and fresh produce in the month of September. Creating and eating meals solely out of our freezer and stuffed pantry. Surprisingly it was not as hard as I thought it would be and gained the support of my family in the process. This month I have tried to continue the previous decision but I am back to gathering the cost-cutting specials to replenish and fortify our food choices also for the months to come. I hate to pay full price on anything when I know that the 2 stores I shop at will always put our favorite items on sale again on a regular basis. Sometimes I may have to wait for them, but other times I find them right on schedule for our needs.
For the past few weeks I have had a new companion along for the ride. Lon has started going with me to check out some new items we are trying to incorporate into our eating. He used to hate going because of the time it took me to shop with coupons. Since making some changes in our eating habits, such as eliminating processed foods and things made with sugar or hydrogenated oils, I no longer need the pile of coupons I once carried around with me. Time spent has been cut drastically and shopping has now become an adventure we both enjoy.
Learning to eat whole foods instead of the stuff manufactures peddle off on us as being essential has us looking at our meals in a whole new light. We are already seeing benefits from this change of eating style. Dropping out of the fast food mentality is not hard once you start really looking at what you are feeding your bodies. It is shocking what is put into items that they want you to believe is okay to consume, regardless of the fact it causes health problems. Simply because it is man made in a test tube and they can make a profit off it. Feeling cheated and lied to? We were not designed to eat things not found in it's original state of growth. Just look at the rise in health issues and diseases like cancer. It is an individual decision what you eat and we don't condemn those who don't understand our position on this. But we are willing to share the information we have gathered with those who want to know.
One of my finds this week caused me to pull out a "servant" gadget I haven't used in years. Baby Portabela mushrooms, one of our favorites was on sale at a really good price, 3 for $5. So I bought 3 cartons with the intent to dehydrate 2 of them for storage to be used in our winter soups and stews. Setting the food dehydrator up on the counter brought back a flood of memories from the days when I used to put it into service on a regular basis. Seeing the jar on our pantry shelf makes me feel quite frugal. Inspiring me to start using it more often during the summer harvest of our garden. Another pleasure I picked up was a fat orange pumpkin for the Fall decor at the back door. I had eyed them the week before at Walmart, but felt is was silly to spend $5 for something that would eventually rot. That was until I saw them at a cheaper price of $3 and remembered the chicken's love for fresh fruit and vegetable scraps from the garden. So for a few weeks I will get to enjoy one of my "Pleasures of Fall", off of the list I made. Then it will have a final use as a smorgasbord for some lucky ladies later on. At least that is my story and I am sticking to it. :)
Do you have a Fall Favorites list? It is not too late to make one and start enjoying those things that speak to you of Fall, celebrating that which is unique to this season. I have already checked a few off mine off as follows; Bright Fall Mums, comfy denim jeans, round orange pumpkins, Autumn Fairs, crisp apples of the season, flannel shirts, cooling temperatures, hot tea porch sitting and scented candles. Everyone's list will be diferent based on their personalities and personal choices. Be sure to seek out those things that bring YOU pleasure.
With the dwindling light of Autumn days upon us I had read of the importance of giving the chickens some additional light to encourage them to continue laying during the shortening days of winter to come. So we rigged up a temporary power source and hung a light inside the coop to come on each day for 2 extra hours before dawn. Lon picked up a timer for me at the local home store, to make it easier than plugging it in and out each day. Besides I don't like getting up any earlier than I need to, especially not before the chickens! The first morning it was destined to come on gave us nothing but darkness, as I had failed to set it to the current day's info. Ironically the girls responded by giving us only 8 eggs that day instead of the 12 they had been giving. Problem fixed and the next day it was back to business as usual. Although Lon was sure it was because he was home from work that they were inspired to come through with normal production numbers, having missed him.
Friday this week brought a day of slow gentle rains that flooded the yard and nourished the garden. Such a blessing to our dry area and a boost I hope to some pretty Fall leaves. My bronchitis kept me indoors and the rain made for a lazy day of reading and multiple cups of hot tea. The only thing to make it any better would have been the absent of this illness. It would have been a great day to sew, knit, quilt or crochet had I felt like doing it. I have so many projects in my mind that I want to start and free time only comes a couple days a week. So I hate giving them up to being under the weather. The dark skies did serve to inspire me to light some fall candles near my chair and helped lighten the mood of my "hospital room" for the day. Making another item on my Fall pleasure list checked off. One look outside the windows will reveal just how close the change from Autumn into Winter will take place, as the leaves are constantly changing right before our eyes. Brown crispy one litter the yard and colorful ones have been dancing on the breezes of late. Hopefully we can make a trip northward and will allow me the chance to see them in all of their glory.
Colder winds rode in on the tail of the rain late Friday evening and we woke to some chilly temps on Saturday morning. I slept with my bedroom window cracked a little to let in some fresh air that before dawn caused me to be thankful for the comforter on my bed. Snug as a bug I was, I was tempted to spend the day there. But it was one of my "off days" and I so enjoy my rituals for Saturdays that I roused myself out of bed for a hot cup of Blackberry Sage tea. Lon came home from work and we started our slow morning together. The cooling temps had him thinking the same thing I had been thinking about since the rain came into town. Time to light the gas logs in the fireplace for some cheery warmth. A chore on my Fall to-do list that I needed him to do. Chilling winds blew for the majority of the day, making long sleeves a must. As the day began to warm a little we decide to head over to a nearby park for their "Pioneer Days". Most of the activity was over with before we could get there. But we did not leave empty handed as we met a couple from Cartersville who were selling home grown wildflower honey. Striking up a conversation with the husband gaves us lots of information about raising bees, something we have been discussing as a Spring project for Heartland Farm. Along with a couple of jars of honey, some beeswax and a pair of fragrant beeswax candles, we now have a local contact and an invite to join the discusion group he is a member and leader of. It should prove to be a valuable resource for us in the future and a great learning time during the winter months to come.
With a certain Saturday in October the start of Rifle Deer Season begins like clockwork and the hunters strain for the starting gun so to speak. Lon looks forward to his time in the woods each year and I have accompanied him on several hunts. Something I never did in our early years of mariage but have come to enjoy as the boys became more independent. The past few years have found us with no venison at the end of the season. Something we hope will be remedied this year, as some fresh meat would be quite a welcomed addition to our freezer provisons. Separation is never easy for those who's best friend are their mates. And I am sure I will feel some loneliness while he is gone, but having our bed to myself for several nights will be a pleasurable stretch for me. (I will miss you though, Lon) I know he will come home refreshed and relaxed even if he comes back empty handed this trip. There will be other trips before the season ends in January with opportunities for me to go share them with him.
All in all it has been a busy weekend for us as a family and we enjoyed gathering around our table for a chili lunch today. Jason has a new friend he is dating and she joined our circle for the first time. She is such a sweet girl and has alot of the same interest as the rest of us. Which makes visiting together a pleasure. Now if we can only get 2 year old Leah to change her name from "banana" to Savannah we will be making progress, in making Savannah one of the bunch here.
Deborah
Monday, October 13, 2008
Background History from August 18, 2008
Finding My Place
Heartland Farm is taking shape more day by day. Every day is another chance to bring it into life as we see it. My guys are gone for the day, one working and the other attending Fire Department classes. I don't have Leah, my two year old granddaughter today as I am using the time to recover from a stomach issue from the weekend.
So I have the day to work as I am able. Which in my case for today will be in slow motion. I was able to wash 3 loads of clothes and hang them out in the summer sun to dry (which did not take long). By making use of the line in front of the chicken coop and the one by the driveway. where the grape vine died last year during the drought. I was sure to hang the "undies" near the house just in case I had an unexpected visitor come by.
Drying in the sun gives the clothes a nice fresh scent of "air" that tells you the clothes have been sanitized by the rays of light. But it can also leave the clothes a bit stiff with only a vinegar rinse to soften them. Hence the inspiration for the day. After bringing them inside I tossed them on air only cycle of my dryer for about 5-10 minutes. To see if it would take some of the coarse feel out of them. Hurray. . . . it worked very well and the items came out soft like they had been dried in the dryer instead of on the line. With only a fraction of the cost and I still kept the air fresh scent.
I think I will continue to do our laundry like this and see if the guys will notice any difference. I am sure they will see the laundry on the line, can't help it considering where the clothes lines are. But my question to ponder is, how will this work during the winter season? When the ole sun is not quite as hot and rain falls more frequently. I have read where others hang their clothes out year round, so I know it can be done. I will have to give it some extended thought and make some observations as I hand them out during the pleasant days of Fall that are right around the corner.
The girls have taken up laying on an increasing frequency, giving us an egg or two for the past 2 weeks. Something inspired their little hearts and we got 3 yesterday. Being that it was Sunday I wonder if they were just celebrating the Lord's Day and offering a tithe of one.
The Summer garden is winding down in production and it is time to pull up the zipper peas and summer squash. We have already purchased seeds to plant a Fall garden and need to prepare the place for them pronto. Though I have yet to find the baby pumpkin seeds that I wanted to plant for Fall decorations.
The crabappple tree is bending some under the weight of it's fruit. I am not sure when I need to pick them but I do know I want to beat the deer to them. They have already enjoyed ALL of our apples and plums this year. I may have to sit out there and guard that tree from being stripped like the others. I hope they do not discover the muscadine vines next to the garden that are loaded with clusters of grapes. I see a lot of work in my future if the harvest goes well. As I have already been instructed to put their juicy goodness into jars for winter buttered biscuits.
Heartland Farm is taking shape more day by day. Every day is another chance to bring it into life as we see it. My guys are gone for the day, one working and the other attending Fire Department classes. I don't have Leah, my two year old granddaughter today as I am using the time to recover from a stomach issue from the weekend.
So I have the day to work as I am able. Which in my case for today will be in slow motion. I was able to wash 3 loads of clothes and hang them out in the summer sun to dry (which did not take long). By making use of the line in front of the chicken coop and the one by the driveway. where the grape vine died last year during the drought. I was sure to hang the "undies" near the house just in case I had an unexpected visitor come by.
Drying in the sun gives the clothes a nice fresh scent of "air" that tells you the clothes have been sanitized by the rays of light. But it can also leave the clothes a bit stiff with only a vinegar rinse to soften them. Hence the inspiration for the day. After bringing them inside I tossed them on air only cycle of my dryer for about 5-10 minutes. To see if it would take some of the coarse feel out of them. Hurray. . . . it worked very well and the items came out soft like they had been dried in the dryer instead of on the line. With only a fraction of the cost and I still kept the air fresh scent.
I think I will continue to do our laundry like this and see if the guys will notice any difference. I am sure they will see the laundry on the line, can't help it considering where the clothes lines are. But my question to ponder is, how will this work during the winter season? When the ole sun is not quite as hot and rain falls more frequently. I have read where others hang their clothes out year round, so I know it can be done. I will have to give it some extended thought and make some observations as I hand them out during the pleasant days of Fall that are right around the corner.
The girls have taken up laying on an increasing frequency, giving us an egg or two for the past 2 weeks. Something inspired their little hearts and we got 3 yesterday. Being that it was Sunday I wonder if they were just celebrating the Lord's Day and offering a tithe of one.
The Summer garden is winding down in production and it is time to pull up the zipper peas and summer squash. We have already purchased seeds to plant a Fall garden and need to prepare the place for them pronto. Though I have yet to find the baby pumpkin seeds that I wanted to plant for Fall decorations.
The crabappple tree is bending some under the weight of it's fruit. I am not sure when I need to pick them but I do know I want to beat the deer to them. They have already enjoyed ALL of our apples and plums this year. I may have to sit out there and guard that tree from being stripped like the others. I hope they do not discover the muscadine vines next to the garden that are loaded with clusters of grapes. I see a lot of work in my future if the harvest goes well. As I have already been instructed to put their juicy goodness into jars for winter buttered biscuits.
So much is changing in our lives and thoughts about how we want to live out the days we hope to have around here. It is surprising and thrilling to hear one of us mention a new idea to build up the function and heart of this "farm". It is taking shape one step at a time. It may not look like the typical farm seen in books, but we plan to make some more chances that will help it's appearance. The true image is tucked away in our minds and heart. That is why I named it "Heartland Farm". It is our farm of the heart on land we already own. Some day it may take up residence on a back road in rural surroundings that fit the recognizable shape known to many. But until then it is our little farm where we get the opportunity to live out our dreams one day at the time.
This journey is exciting and I am enjoying life as a homemaker turning homestead wife. The simple pleasure of canning, knitting, gathering eggs, hanging out laundry, picking home grown flowers for our table, crocheting gifts, cooking fresh veggies from our garden, coffee porch chats, reading, watching sunrises and sunsets are the stuff an abundant life is all about. My place in all of this will be discovered as I keep my heart and mind open to where the Lord will lead me. I know it will be a place of deep peace and inexpressible joy.
Deborah
This journey is exciting and I am enjoying life as a homemaker turning homestead wife. The simple pleasure of canning, knitting, gathering eggs, hanging out laundry, picking home grown flowers for our table, crocheting gifts, cooking fresh veggies from our garden, coffee porch chats, reading, watching sunrises and sunsets are the stuff an abundant life is all about. My place in all of this will be discovered as I keep my heart and mind open to where the Lord will lead me. I know it will be a place of deep peace and inexpressible joy.
Deborah
Fall Cleaning
Deep cleaning is usually reserved for the Springtime in most homes. Except in the case of the 2 legged girls dorm next door to our house. The girls I am speaking of have feathers and give us the most wonderful eggs each day as a thank you for giving them room and board. I received them back in March as a gift for my birthday and by May we had them set up in their new residence complete with play yard.
Fall is the perfect time to "clean house" and set up new winter bedding for them. The cooler temperatures make it an easy job perfect for a nice day like today. First we hauled out the old shavings, that was dressed in the new fertilizer destined for our garden. Then we cleaned out the dust they had collected while taking their frequent dirt baths, knocked down some small cobwebs and sprayed down the walls, perch and floors with a weak bleach solution to give it all a good sanitation cleansing. When everything had aired out and dried we shoveled in the fresh shavings Lon had hauled home for them today as their new winter carpet. Upon entering the coop this evening they seemed to stand in amazement, looking around at the new decor, as if they had wandered into the wrong house for the night. But as I closed the door I suspect there was a lot of whispering and giggling going on about having such a cushy place to sleep tonight.
Now if only I could get our home in such quick order for the long winter months ahead. Do you think they would return the favor? Nah! They would only run around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off not knowing what to do first. No bother I am sure I will have time to put things to right before the cold winds lock us in for our long winter's nap. I was able to get 3 loads of clothes washed and line dried today. Despite the fact that the strong winds of the past few days that failed to strip the trees of their leaves, had blown to areas unknown. The guys have finally become accustomed to the idea that I am going to be hanging out our clothes and no longer give me funny looks as I trudge out the door with wet laundry in hand and my bright yellow clothespin apron tied around my middle. I have fond memories of my granny doing the same thing and recalled the unique scent that her clothes and towels had. A scent that can not be bottled no matter how hard the softener people try. Even though I still need to fold a few clothes before I go to bed, placing them on the bed ensures that they will get folded, unless I want to find a new place to sleep tonight. :)
Hauling the rich "aromatic" chicken compost to the outskirts of the garden will enable us to spread in over the area once the garden gets put to bed. Right now we are still gathering produce from our fall garden and anticipate continued harvest up to and possible past the first freeze for our area. Lon and I picked a basket full of mustard greens while down in the garden, which were brought quickly to the house, given a bath and put into the pot for supper. Yum Yum! I also tried a new dish for the first time tonight, a type of winter squash that I had been eyeing for awhile. I did not have a recipe to follow so I simply peeled and cut up the butternut, tossed it with some olive oil, salt and pepper, then placed it in dish to be slow baked in the oven. My, My, My it sure was tasty and Lon and I both enjoyed it's sweet flavor. I can see us eating more of them while they are in season. Hopefully the small vines I have growing in the garden will bless us with a few squashes before cold weather kills them. We planted both acorn and butternut in the garden for the first time this year. So here's keeping our fingers crossed.
For me this has been a full feeling kind of day, even though it doesn't sound like I did much beyond cooking breakfast, spending the day with a two year old, helping some with the remodel of the chicken coop, washing and drying clothes, clipping coupons and cooking dinner. Whew. . . maybe it was more than I realized, especially while fighting this cough and chest congestion that has been hanging on for the past 2 weeks.
The moon was rising round and full looking tonight which was a fitting end to our day as we enjoyed our veggie dinner on the back porch by candle light. A hot bath and bed sounds good to me right now and I think I will make it official as I bid you goodnite.
Fall is the perfect time to "clean house" and set up new winter bedding for them. The cooler temperatures make it an easy job perfect for a nice day like today. First we hauled out the old shavings, that was dressed in the new fertilizer destined for our garden. Then we cleaned out the dust they had collected while taking their frequent dirt baths, knocked down some small cobwebs and sprayed down the walls, perch and floors with a weak bleach solution to give it all a good sanitation cleansing. When everything had aired out and dried we shoveled in the fresh shavings Lon had hauled home for them today as their new winter carpet. Upon entering the coop this evening they seemed to stand in amazement, looking around at the new decor, as if they had wandered into the wrong house for the night. But as I closed the door I suspect there was a lot of whispering and giggling going on about having such a cushy place to sleep tonight.
Now if only I could get our home in such quick order for the long winter months ahead. Do you think they would return the favor? Nah! They would only run around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off not knowing what to do first. No bother I am sure I will have time to put things to right before the cold winds lock us in for our long winter's nap. I was able to get 3 loads of clothes washed and line dried today. Despite the fact that the strong winds of the past few days that failed to strip the trees of their leaves, had blown to areas unknown. The guys have finally become accustomed to the idea that I am going to be hanging out our clothes and no longer give me funny looks as I trudge out the door with wet laundry in hand and my bright yellow clothespin apron tied around my middle. I have fond memories of my granny doing the same thing and recalled the unique scent that her clothes and towels had. A scent that can not be bottled no matter how hard the softener people try. Even though I still need to fold a few clothes before I go to bed, placing them on the bed ensures that they will get folded, unless I want to find a new place to sleep tonight. :)
Hauling the rich "aromatic" chicken compost to the outskirts of the garden will enable us to spread in over the area once the garden gets put to bed. Right now we are still gathering produce from our fall garden and anticipate continued harvest up to and possible past the first freeze for our area. Lon and I picked a basket full of mustard greens while down in the garden, which were brought quickly to the house, given a bath and put into the pot for supper. Yum Yum! I also tried a new dish for the first time tonight, a type of winter squash that I had been eyeing for awhile. I did not have a recipe to follow so I simply peeled and cut up the butternut, tossed it with some olive oil, salt and pepper, then placed it in dish to be slow baked in the oven. My, My, My it sure was tasty and Lon and I both enjoyed it's sweet flavor. I can see us eating more of them while they are in season. Hopefully the small vines I have growing in the garden will bless us with a few squashes before cold weather kills them. We planted both acorn and butternut in the garden for the first time this year. So here's keeping our fingers crossed.
For me this has been a full feeling kind of day, even though it doesn't sound like I did much beyond cooking breakfast, spending the day with a two year old, helping some with the remodel of the chicken coop, washing and drying clothes, clipping coupons and cooking dinner. Whew. . . maybe it was more than I realized, especially while fighting this cough and chest congestion that has been hanging on for the past 2 weeks.
The moon was rising round and full looking tonight which was a fitting end to our day as we enjoyed our veggie dinner on the back porch by candle light. A hot bath and bed sounds good to me right now and I think I will make it official as I bid you goodnite.
Deborah
Sunday, October 12, 2008
New Beginnings a Gift in Time
New beginnings will always have a starting place, with the mystery of the unknown shadowing their conception. Otherwise they would not be new, the start of something to be learned or done for the very first time. We can all begin again at a task or in a commitment but they will never have the freshness of being brand new. I have had my share of them on this journey called life, some successful, some difficult, others that failed, but all of them left me with life lessons to ponder.
Sharing my thoughts and inspirations with others in this type of format is one of those new beginnings for me. The unknown world of blogging is one that both intrigues and scares me at the same time. I have so enjoy reading the blogs of others who inspire me by their lives. Causing me to take this first step of a new beginning that has been hiding in my heart for over a year. I definitely have alot to learn in order to make this enjoyable for you as I hope it will be for me. So please be patient as I learn and make mistakes, as I am sure I will.
Keeping track of my thoughts has been easy through the years by way of writing in journals. Portions of them I have read to my husband, who loves my writings and always encourages me, stating that I should write a book one day. I keep telling him that when I have gone home to be with the Lord, he can have the many journals lining our bookcase made into a book. So that in his retirement years maybe he will be able to live off the royalities from it. ;)
My purpose it starting this blog is to share my adventures, inspirations from the Lord, thoughts of life, observations of nature and photos with family and close friends. Hopefully making some new friends along the way. Sharing with those you love and care about is the best way I believe to encourage, lift up and be all that we were created to be. My goal in life is to make a difference in the lives of those who cross my path for the Lord's glory. After all it is HIS gift of life to me that gives me this opportunity.
I do not know what the future holds for my family and myself, so regular posting may not be an option, despite my desire to do so. I am sure of one thing, every day brings inspiration begging to be shared even if my time is not available to put it on paper. History has proven this over and over to be true in my life. Reflections from past days may be added from time to time as tidbits for you to savor. Their value I believe is still as relevant today as the day they crossed this mind of mine.
So for those of you who are up for the journey and some fun along the way. . .
welcome to Heartland Farm.
Deborah
Sharing my thoughts and inspirations with others in this type of format is one of those new beginnings for me. The unknown world of blogging is one that both intrigues and scares me at the same time. I have so enjoy reading the blogs of others who inspire me by their lives. Causing me to take this first step of a new beginning that has been hiding in my heart for over a year. I definitely have alot to learn in order to make this enjoyable for you as I hope it will be for me. So please be patient as I learn and make mistakes, as I am sure I will.
Keeping track of my thoughts has been easy through the years by way of writing in journals. Portions of them I have read to my husband, who loves my writings and always encourages me, stating that I should write a book one day. I keep telling him that when I have gone home to be with the Lord, he can have the many journals lining our bookcase made into a book. So that in his retirement years maybe he will be able to live off the royalities from it. ;)
My purpose it starting this blog is to share my adventures, inspirations from the Lord, thoughts of life, observations of nature and photos with family and close friends. Hopefully making some new friends along the way. Sharing with those you love and care about is the best way I believe to encourage, lift up and be all that we were created to be. My goal in life is to make a difference in the lives of those who cross my path for the Lord's glory. After all it is HIS gift of life to me that gives me this opportunity.
I do not know what the future holds for my family and myself, so regular posting may not be an option, despite my desire to do so. I am sure of one thing, every day brings inspiration begging to be shared even if my time is not available to put it on paper. History has proven this over and over to be true in my life. Reflections from past days may be added from time to time as tidbits for you to savor. Their value I believe is still as relevant today as the day they crossed this mind of mine.
So for those of you who are up for the journey and some fun along the way. . .
welcome to Heartland Farm.
Deborah
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