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boys

There is no denying the passing of time when one is a Mama. Days turn to years and years into a childhood and suddenly our firstborn is up to my chin.

feed-pig

The girls used to love helping me carry slop out to the hogs. I say used to because the hogs have been gone for quite some time – something I apparently forgot to mention here. Two were harvested and one simply got away and we are thankful for the unexpected provision of meat.

seeds

It seemed as good a time as any to plant seeds a few weeks ago so out we went with brassicas and beets and dirt beneath our finger nails. And now here we are, warm and no rain since and thankful I remembered to only plant half the seeds from these packets.

root-cellar

The big project lately has been the root cellar and the roof over it to keep the water away. The roof is now done, the gutters up, the steps put in. This room over top has many possible uses so we will see how it ends up.

new-chicks

And there are new chicks! A few broody hens all hatched out around the same time and so every morning I hear their little chirping from near the barn. It is no less than a miracle every time this happens; a direct provision from God. We are grateful.

Feeding-chickens

And so the flock thickens, as they say (they don’t really say that, do they?). But the chicken flock continues to grow and the young ones are more than eager to send feed flying in whatever direction it might be taken to supplement the weeds and bugs these birds spend their days finding.

The evening milking is barely happening before dark; the morning milking sometimes even sees a sweater. September is here with her golden light and whispers of fall but I think we will plant some seeds indoors this week while we wait for the last warm days of summer to pass us by.

How are things at your place during this last month of summer?

daymabel

Mornings begin with Mabel, her big brown eyes pushing us out of slumber and into the barn to fill her feed box. I heat up water, take a few sips of coffee, grab Joshie, and hand Stewart the milking supplies as he heads out the door. We fill her feed box and give Stan some hay and inevitably Annie or Ruthie stagger out to help Daddy carry the milk pail or ask many questions.

I strain the milk and get breakfast cooking as I try to coax the boys out of bed. Their bedroom is in the loft above the kitchen so I flip pancakes while gently hinting to Elijah that the milk pail is ready. When he is up, he heads out to milk the goats. Abram lets out his chicken flock and feeds them and the cats. The broody hens are also his responsibility so he comes in for water and millet for the newest additions to the homestead.

I strain goat milk next and the girls and I get breakfast on the table. There are usually eggs collected the day before, milk from last night, and whatever sourdough bread or pancakes or fried potatoes I’ve added to the mix that morning.

morning

If I am on top of things, I get right to the dishes but I’m not this day. Toddlers are an interesting balance of them yelling let me run free while I am thinking buddy, you’d kill yourself. So I grab the previous day’s harvests and begin snapping beans and chopping okra. I do it outside, in the shade, while I watch Joshie cover himself in dirt while grinning  from ear to ear. I think it worked out for both of us.

Ruthie and Annabelle have taken up shop near their brothers who are moving dirt in order to help Daddy with the root cellar. There is so much talking that I almost can’t believe the amount of work they’re getting done and how frequently they confer with one another about how fun this particular chore is. I suppose if it is this or helping Mama with laundry or cracking open the math book, moving dirt will always win.

dayrootcellar

Stewart is finishing up the bones of the root cellar, directing the boys as he does his own work. We smile at one another every so often as we hear the children say something funny. We both tell Joshie not to drink the chicken water.

I fill the canner and throw together a quick lunch before Daddy and the boys are off to pick up hay with our neighbor. More building materials will be coming home, Lord willing, I am told to finish this project up. The girls lay down for naps at the same time as Joshie (and they actually sleep!) and it is quiet so I take a few minutes to work on a few blog things (including this post).

daybeans

The canner is finished and the afternoon brings school books and phonics with Annie and strapping Joshie into the stroller so he can watch the building (and not drink the chicken’s water). I’ve got beans soaking for supper and will need to pick more okra and black-eyed peas to keep up. I thank the Lord for the abundance we’ve been able to eat, ferment, can, and dehydrate far above any previous year.

There is rain in the forecast so I start mapping out fall garden planting. Pull the cucumbers, pull the weeds, plant the roots and greens. It always seems way more simple in my head than it ends up being in reality.

dayharvest

We will eat supper as the sun just begins its decent and by the time twilight hits, Abram is milking the goats and we are collecting eggs. Stan and Mabel go their separate ways and the chickens are put to bed. I will try to wash some more dishes, help the girls with their in-and-out of bedtime routine, and put Joshie to bed alongside his Ruff-Ruff Doggie so he can sing and chatter until he falls asleep.

dayeggs

Like most days, this day ends just as it began, prepping milking equipment, wrangling sourdough, giving hugs and kisses to little ones. And tomorrow, if the Lord wills, will probably look a lot like today… and what a privilege that would be.