Really, none of this would have been possible without the slave labor.
They are really amazing kids, these.
And one more because his fat little face is so funny:
I have always enjoyed reading the accounts of people living during the Great Depression. It is fascinating to hear their stories; their tenacity in times of trouble is inspiring. One thing always puzzled me though... I have always wondered why, when so many people were hungry and needy, farmers dumped milk and ruined crops. How could they DO that when the nation went hungry? It baffled and shocked me. I NEVER thought I would live to see the day that it would happen again.
But here we are in 2020 with Farmers dumping milk in fields and manure lagoons. Perfectly good vegetables being plowed under or buried. Eggs destroyed. Pigs, cows and chickens slaughtered instead of sold.
And plenty of people are hungry.
I really can't fathom the tragedy of these losses. Even more so, the tragedy of the losses to come because of these losses.
The supply chain will certainly be smaller and if these items are in short supply they either won't be accessible for people to buy at all OR they will be too expensive to buy (at least for us). It's simple supply/demand. I feel certain that these things cannot happen without dire consequences.
I feel certain that many of the things happening today cannot happen without dire consequences.
The Lord provides, it's true. One of the things He provides is the wisdom and strength to prepare and load up those barns.
I was inspired recently by this sermon:
I spent the day of our anniversary looking forward to going on a date and out to eat (!!!) for the first time in almost a year. Despite getting to the restaurant at the minute it opened and it being entirely empty, they refused to seat us without wearing a worthless mask to walk 6 feet to an empty table in an (again) empty restaurant. Which is total and absolute malarky.
Taking part in malarky is not what I am about so.....
we left and happily gave our money to a roadside stand that was happy to treat us like people and sell us chicken and pork (sans mask). We ate it at a park- with a nicer view than the restaurant anyway.
What rebels we are!!
Thanks for standing for Very.Important.Things, Mister, and thanks for standing with me.
As proud of I am of growing lots of beautiful heads of broccoli... I don't think I am going to grow it anymore.
Picking all those broccoli worms out before cooking- makes me lose all appetite for the stuff. And dinner is always a bit on edge for everyone- hoping they don't find any leftover surprises. STRESS!
It may make me a bad person but pesticide broccoli is looking pretty good to me!!
Peanut butter pie. The creamy peach and blueberry pie was eaten up too quickly to be photographed.
Baby Moses loves him some cherry tomatoes! Can you tell?
I spied a gaping hole before anyone had even sat down to supper.
Making homemade ice cream is a task that happens once or twice a week around here.
On 90 degree days it melts before it can smile pretty for the camera.
Biscuits and Sausage gravy for supper...because we can.
After supper porch sitting...for a few seconds before grabbing the climber from flipping the rocking chairs over.
Over and over and over again.