What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, August 08, 2013


{Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real} time again.  Every week that I participate I always think about adding a yummy category.  Pretty, Happy, Funny, Yummy and Real.  This is because I take entirely too many pictures of food.  But still.  I might just surprise you one of these days.

 It's been quite some time since I posted some flower pictures...like at LEAST two weeks!  (smile) These marigolds are in the midst of watermelons, nasterniums and swisschard in the garden.  They are some of the most beautiful marigolds I have ever seen.  They are enormous.


This is my first week canning for the year.  Up until now, I haven't done a lick. Thanks to the weather being unusually (dare I say it?) FALLISH, it has actually been pleasant work.  Nothing at all like canning in the mid-90's like I am accustomed to.  


Two most recent funnies from this girl:

1)  Setting:  Everyone was in the living room chatting and laughing and doing their own thing.  Matt and I were talking on the couch.

Adele' jumps up and rushes to us and says very seriously and very matter-of-factly "Andwoo dust said a wicked word!"  It was SO funny and SO cute.

The wicked word, I find out later, was HATE.  (gasp!)


2) Setting:  The children and I were driving home from the summer reading program at the library.  There had been a dump truck there and there were free construction hats and the children had made dump truck pictures of construction paper and bags of cheesey fish crackers. Since the little children had the cracker bags and not the big children, I asked them to share with the biggles.  From time to time, I would glance back and there was Adele' happily passing out fish crackers.  Then, all of the sudden- a wail from the backseat.

Adele', face red and twisted in torment, cries  "Mama!  I dave all my cwackers away and I didn't have a dingle ONE!" 

(How does one go about giving away all her crackers without realizing it until it is too late?)


The pipeline is progressing quickly.  In one week they have cleared all the woods, laid pipe and began digging.  Three piles of timber, all piled up.  I am hoping this might be the thing that gets us over the splitting wood hump.

Up until now, we've split our wood for winter in the same year.  This isn't the best way.  It means the wood isn't terribly "seasoned" and bone dry.  It means that Matt has to split wood in the heat of summer instead of in winter when it really ought to be done.  It means sometimes not having ENOUGH wood and scrambling around about March.

I'd love to be able to split wood for NEXT year and burn the wood split last year.  With all the logs piled up and dragged from the woods, it might be possible.  There are plenty of trees to get started on that goal.

This is me looking for a silver lining.  ;-)
Post a Comment