Beautiful Days

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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Turning Pages

I wish I could do better about chronicling this part of our lives. Better about the pictures. Better about the words. But it all feels rather cautious. I’m not sure how exactly to put into words the way my heart breaks at the idea of moving away from StoneHill. I love this home we have…

Grace of the Mundane

“Get small with God,” Wendy told us years ago. So we did. Us and a tiny group of friends. It was healing, hopeful, and life giving. But while we love each other and there was no nasty parting of the ways, we needed to move from that season of life, all of us for our…

The Garden that Isn’t

It was never about the food. A garden holds its own romance but in the end, the animals won out. Half of my original garden space now belongs Cookie Dough and Oreo for their winter quarters. The other half is presided over by Freckles and Wilma who magnanimously allow Aggie, Sid, Eddie, Smoke Tail, and…

I’m Lisl

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


Pictures of farm and family