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Beautiful Days

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Beautiful Days

The garden is over, as far as produce is concerned. The leaves are turning. School has started.

I gave the stubborn hormonal hen some eggs. This involved calling a friend. She collected eggs from her one laying hen. Goldie hatched all four of them like a supermom.

It’s apple picking time. We picked two of our own little trees so far, and a fallen tree for an older couple. Apple picking brings back memories of another year, when we picked apples with my Grandma, but that’s another post for another time.

The pumpkins came came in early this year at my house. After a hard rain my garden was water logged and I didn’t want to lose them to rot.

I had Dru carry them. The biggest ones were 50 pounds. How big would’ve they grown if I hadn’t picked them early? I wonder.

One of these kiddos favorite things s a picnic. Lunches on the lawn are a happy for them. However, lately they get more help from the dog, cat, and chickens, than is necessary. Havilah couldn’t figure out where her cookie went the other day. I’m pretty sure the dog enjoyed it.

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Herein lie the events, ponderings, people, and animals that make up the cacophony of our life.

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The other night it was 9:30 and Dru needed to go to Walmart. So we put the kids to bed and left. I had to get both bouquets. I was excited about finding the Canterbury bells because I have seed sown for them but had never actually seen them in real life. Also the purple thistle flower thing gives me joy. So, obviously, I needed both bunches. It's been a week of the sick here on StoneHill. Even Dru lost a day of school out of the deal. I'm so done! Today, my goal is to pretend that life is better now and just do! February funk on top of it does not help me at all. Lists and real life now, here we go. I blogged. A few times. Maybe I'll keep it up. Link in bio. Just happy things. First pic is Rennie helping his dad with opening an old floppy desk using Rennie's raspberry pi computer. The next one was last night while Dru took the rest of the kids skating Rian and I watched Ruthanne Zimmerman make egg noodles while we ate soup in mugs. It's been a very full and happy Christmas season. I didn't take pictures consistently. I miss doing that and want to try harder. I don't have any pictures of my own family's gatherings. But here is a smattering of photos from our busy holiday. My favorite is of Ray sneaking ham to the cat in the kitchen at my Mother in law's house. No, actually it's my boys playing together. The giraffe at the mall, wondering why he is sharing this little bench with a grown man, also cracks me up. I feel like I've learned how to burn coal in my cookstove. There was the day I was rather discouraged about it and put the project on hold for a weekend--it was a warm weekend anyway. It's a different animal than burning wood and I'm still figuring it out. How big I had planned for Freyja's "patio" versus how big it became when too much concrete was ordered. Nobody heard me complaining about it. Somewhere Dru has more pictures of the concrete operation but I was busy running circles that morning. Super thankful for Havilah and Jube helping me hold down the fort while we babysat and did projects all weekend. The men in my life are distracted by a new game. So much so that when we took the male pigs to the vet for castration (I won't do it myself when Dr. Metcalf will do it for 25 dollars and some odd cents) Rian brought the instructions along to read. And Jube had to be planted next to the cookstove to study because sitting in Dru's chair was way too close to his brothers playing the new game and was very distracted. And then Dru came home with intentions to turn in school evidences to Hacil but they had the game set up and here we are. Gleanings from the flower beds. Picked yesterday. Tonight I think we will have a killing frost.