Friday's photos from the farm

Yesterday morning (Friday), I woke up to this....

And ended the day with this.....

I had got 5 boxes of pears through Bountiful Baskets last Saturday, and Friday we canned. All.day.long.

80 quarts.

They aren't all pictured here. And we did use 1/2 gallon jars for most of it, but they equal two quarts. 

I.was.so.tired.

But aren't they pretty? There is something so satisfying and comforting in knowing you have food stored away. I have the best mother in law. And she has the nicest  friend who volunteered to come and help.  Fellow canners, unite! :)

anxiety

The other day I was convinced that I had the flesh eating bacteria. I had a small cut on my foot and had gone outside to grab something out of the freezer. I came back in and noticed it really hurt. I put some neosporin on it and went and laid down because I was tired from my allergies kicking it into high gear. I remember falling asleep and thinking that if it still was bothering me when I got up I'd have to call the doctor, and also hoping I wouldn't lose my foot.

Now, I have actually known of three people who have suffered with this, and I am not sharing to make light of it, but to actually share that I have anxiety issues.

I have struggled with anxiety the last couple of years. During pregnancy is when it is worst. During my pregnancy with Anne I thought my husband was cheating on me. I didn't share this with him until a year afterward. But we were working on our house and in the evenings he would leave after supper and go work on the house. I was home alone with the kids and after I got them in bed, my mind would wander. And I had this whole story made up. I would have myself so worked up until he got home.  Then after I had Anne, the worst was to come. As you know, if you've read Anne's birth story (here) you will remember I had some minor trouble with bleeding afterward. That evening after my midwives had left and my husband was passed out beside me, I had this dark, heavy feeling come over me. I was convinced that if I got up to use the restroom, I would bleed to death. I could hear the voices in my head telling me I wasn't going to live to raise my children. It was the hardest, loneliest, darkest weekend of my life so far. Just that heavy, anxious feeling.

A couple of days later, after my mom had arrived to give me a hand, I was working in the kitchen and the thought came to me, "Some days I just feel so attacked.." Wait a minute. I think I am on to something. Of course, I am being attacked. That moment I spoke out loud and said "No." No, I am not going to continue listening to these voices in my head. I am not going to give them access to my heart...to my mind. I started praying and quoting Scripture.

I wanted to share this because I know I am not the only one. Anxiety runs in my family. And I am thankful that I know it, and I am starting to see the warning signs, the triggers. I can give it over to the Lord. Now, there are times when anxiety has to be treated with medication. Maybe not forever, but at least temporarily. Maybe for years.

But I have found power and comfort in speaking aloud. If we keep it inside, we can become a slave to our thoughts, to our anxieties. God has promised us freedom. And there is freedom in speaking out loud the promises of God. Of telling the thoughts they have to go. Of verbally taking our thoughts captive.
I still don't have it all together, per the story up above, but I have a hope. And that is what I cling to.

Friday Photos from the Farm....

We have a new member of the family....meet Dude! He defines his name....very cool, laid back, relaxed, doesn't get excited, unless you get in the way of his dried beet pulp! Autumn has a friend, and she seems really happy about that. It's so nice to see two grazing outside.

love seeing girls in dresses with cowboy boots!

Part of the girls chores is to feed the animals. Anne is getting an early start. She likes bending down and picking up the hay and throwing it piece by piece in the feeder. The kids had their first lesson on him yesterday and it went really well. We have some timid riders who he will be great with, and the other two will be able to switch between. And I will be able to start learning how to ride! I climbed up on him before we bought him and  could understand why one of our daughters is a little uneasy. It's high! And when I look down I just think how much it will hurt falling off! :)

But that's what's new around the farm....I want to post some pics of my farmer working on his combine. Maybe next week. Harvest is just around the corner.....

random thoughts

Hey there. I know I totally forgot to load pictures for Friday's photos around the farm. I have some on my camera, but I haven't loaded them yet. Anyway, I just wanted to get on here and  share with you the secret to awesome chicken salad. Many of you probably already know this, so please excuse my dumbness, but.....rotisserie chicken! I have started buying rotisserie chicken because it's almost the same price as buying a whole fryer and taking the time to cook it myself. Besides, my chicken never turns out as flavorful and tender as rotisserie chicken.  But you pick the meat off the rotisserie chicken, chop it fine, add celery, onion, sliced grapes, and glazed pecans chopped into small pieces. Add in mayo or miracle whip and bam! Amazing chicken salad. I make french bread and we smear it on the bread and it's a.m.a.z.i.n.g. I was always a little apprehensive about making homemade chicken salad because I was used to the chicken salad back in Pennsylvania. But my husband told me the other day that he likes this homemade kind better. Yay!

Also, in a totally unrelated subject....we started school last week and so far, I am really liking our new schedule. I usually try to cram as much as I can in the morning, but this year I just decided to accept that there will be some things that will have to be done in the afternoon. So this year we are starting around 8:30. For the first half hour we work on Awana memory work. Then Charlotte goes to math and the other two girls work on English. Then they switch. At 10 we have a half hour break for recess and snack. Plus, I can start on lunch if I need to. Then from 10:30-11 they do handwriting and spelling. From 11 to noon is free time. Noon we eat our big meal for the day. Then after the littles go down for naps we do either history or science, and the girls have reading time. We have also started to do spanish in the afternoon.  I realize that this probably won't be our schedule forever, but for right now it works, and I am so thankful. I don't feel so rushed. Part of it too, is probably the girls are getting older and able to do more on their own.

But the meal planning and housekeeping....that's a whole other story!!!!!

Saturday morning glory

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands....

Just a little gift I woke up to this morning.....we don't have clouds too often in the sky at morning except during monsoon, and we haven't had rain for a few days, so this was beautiful this morning. I hope you have a wonderful Saturday.....I will be husking and cutting corn! 

"I see your face in every sunrise; the colors of the morning are in your eyes... You're beautiful..." Phil Wickham

Friday Photos from the Farm

Several weeks ago we got away to Rucker Canyon. We hadn't been away as a family for a quite a while. Farming isn't a 9-5 job, but a lifestyle. It's not something you can turn off at the end of the day. At least farming with irrigation. When you dry land farm, you plant and let the rain water your crops. With irrigation, you have pivots to make sure are running and aren't getting stuck and flooding a field.

We had received a decent amount of rainfall so that most of our pivots were off, so we escaped up into the mountains. It's hard to believe this is only about 45 minutes or so from home..... 

Anne chowing down on watermelon

feeling like a big girl

watermelon is so good. especially in the mountains!

someone wasn't feeling so social

It was beautiful. There was water flowing, so the kids could splash in the little stream. It was quiet. All you could hear was the wind in the trees, and kids squealing with delight. We ate hamburgers and hot dogs, chips and watermelon. The kids played and splashed. They sketched trees and looked up woodland creatures in their nature guide book. Dad even cat-napped on the blanket. It was lovely.

That time of year again...

That time of year is coming upon us again....school! I had hopes of starting this week, but with the sweet corn just about ready, I figured I'd better wait until the bulk of that was finished. We will have a lot at once for cutting and freezing, and then we have more that will be more staggered for fresh eating. So it looks as though school will be starting next week.

Larissa will be in fourth, Alaina second, Charlotte first, and then two toddlers. Yes, Anne is now toddling around! And Landon is a big three year old. I am not sure how the morning time will go with a very busy boy and a little girl who will be transitioning out of morning naps at some time during the year. It feels as though there is some kind of change going on.

The girls will be doing Math U See for math this year. Language Arts, Alaina and Charlotte will be doing Sing, Spell, Read & Write. Larissa will be finishing up her SSRW from last year, and then starting Simply Grammar by Karen Andreola. We are doing Sonlight for history this year. We will be doing American History. Science will be Apologia's Land Animals of the Fifth Day. I got the lapbook CDRom for that and so we will have a little crafty time, hopefully on Friday afternoons.  They will also be working on printing/cursive and I thinking about spanish. I don't know. Between piano, dance, riding lessons, Awana, and co-op starting in September, I feel as though we will be plenty busy. Too busy. How does that happen?

Something different I am doing this year is I got each of the girls their own planner. I want to try and write out the week's assignments so they can see what they have to do and then can check it off when they are done with that day's assignments. Some of them do well with the idea of checking off a list. We'll have to see if this mom can keep up with it. (smile)

The next big thing is figuring out the house cleaning routine and fitting it in with schooling so it's not all done on one day. I would like to spread it out, yet feel unsure about how to do it. And the school schedule too. I want to try and do our main subjects, math and language arts, in the morning, and then after lunch doing history, science and their own reading. It sounds and looks so simple on paper, yet trying to stick to it is the hard part.

I am also still trying to fit in ladies bible study and worship team practice....so it feels as though our plate will be full. Full of good things. Yet I am praying as we go into this year, it will be with an open hand and that when I feel the nudge to cut something, I won't be afraid to do so. Wisdom, a discerning spirit, patience, flexibility.....oh how I need all of this!

Here's to a productive, inspiring, hope-filled year!!!

The boy turns three

Three years ago today, I woke up about 3 in the morning with contractions about five minutes apart. Emotionally I was a mess. My parents had come out and my dad had to go home the day before. He just missed meeting his grandson by 24 hours. Nate got up with me. We set up the birthing pool, took a walk and got ready for baby. About 5:30 I called my midwife and told her my contractions were 3-4 minutes. She said she would get ready and head out. Our girls were up about 6:30. My mom helped get them breakfast and dressed. By this time, my contractions were strong enough that I had to stop and breathe to get through them. At 7 my midwife came, my mom left with the kids and it was time to do the hard thing! About 9 I got in the tub because my lower back was hurting. I was feeling a little unsure about my labor because my contractions weren't really consistent. About 9:45 I had Stephanie check me. She broke my water and just after 10, Landon came into this world. He was huge! At least for me. He weighed in at 9 lbs, 3 oz. I guess that's what happens when you are NINE days late!!!

I couldn't imagine our family without him. Boys are daring, destructive, and loud. But he loves to be read to, prayed for, and firmly says, "Mommy, I luf you...kiss my lips." Sigh. Love him.
Happy Birthday, Son.