“All you have to do is write one true sentence.
Write the truest sentence that you know.”
For the last several years I have named the year; using a word to help me focus on what I (sometimes God jumps in here) want to see accomplished throughout the year and within myself. This year however, my word presented itself to me in a most interesting way. Hello, God! As I made the little list of words that I wanted to see incorporated in my life one particular word continued to jump out at me. Over and over. This one little word that was not on my chosen words list. The word for me this year is:
Simply the word "Be".
I am excited to share some of the interesting ways God is using this one little word to open my eyes.
Soon. Really soon. This poor space is so sorely neglected. My hope is for this place to BE active again.
Have you named the year?
I always plant flowers with my veg. This year I sprinkled Cosmos seeds in the Hot Pepper patch. Those pink blossoms really stand out amidst all the shades of green.
My darling menfolk made me a new squash patch this year and while it didn't produce scads of Winter Squashes as I had hoped, I was pleased that this special plant produced 3 healthy fruit. This is Red Kuri or Potimarron or Onion Squash. I hear it has wonderful sweet flesh that tastes a bit like chestnuts. I can't wait to try it.
For school the kids are studying Honest Abe. The youngest farmer boy finds Abraham Lincoln most fascinating. He writes himself notes so he won't forget a single detail.
Fall leaves make my heart go pitter-pat.
This is how I spent a healthy portion of the weekend. It was heavenly. The pounding/pouring/sloshing rain only distracted me slightly.
Note: Pay no attention to the frown lines on my forehead this is a good book! It's about Depression Era farm women.
Time does slip quickly by when one has far more chores than there are hours in the day... (Deepest apologies for the lack of photo editing here...not enough time!)
Garden harvest 22 October -in the torrential downpour/thunder and lightening storm.
Bloody rotten APHIDS!! eating happily away at my Brussels
Farm dog-Hard at work keeping watch for errant toys
Garden Mums. My favourite.
Never ending pile of laundry to be folded or Mt. Foldme
New to the farm this year- raised beds in the front courtyard. Didn't do quite as well as hoped, but still blooming!
After-school mess making...er, playtime.
Raised bed #2 sporting a healthy (5.5 ft. tall) crop of Redbor Kale and the blasted aphid drowned Brussels.
I have carpel elbow from all of the chopping/stirring/slicing/stuffing I've been doing this last month. In the pantry: Cider and juice, salsa, dried fruit/veg, butters and jams and still more to can.
Raised bed #3. Home to wayward strawberries, various herbs and Cole crops.
Outside-the rain tumbles from the sky. Inside-the fireplace crackles and the tea kettle whistles. Dinner is simmering in the oven and the water-bath canner bubbles steady.