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Oh, it has been full and busy days around here. The forms were laid, the concrete mixed and poured, and the bolts set over the course of nearly a full week.
That was all during a warm spell here, which was a blessing to have while working with concrete.
Right now we’re carrying in armloads of firewood, bundling up in layers and cute little people hats, and coming in to warm up next to the wood stove. A cold front is upon us.
But the work continues as it can. We are very grateful for the concern and prayers in response to Stewart’s health, particularly after this post. He is doing better, working on this new space we’re constructing, all while still trying to take care of himself (and us!). That week was a bad one, to be sure, but thankfully there has been definite improvement since then.
And with a bit of help, the footers are poured and the lumber is beginning to trickle in.
And the swinging continues as these boys take breaks from the hauling of firewood and the chores for Mama.
We aren’t exactly sure what will become of this new space, but it will be welcome… especially with this going on just outside the windows.
It all began simply enough. A few trenches here, some rebar there. Little girls with pink socks looking on.
And before you knew it, the work site had erupted into utter chaos.
Soon the concrete bags were flying out of the trailer and into the mixing trough.
And then forms were filled and bolts sunk in.
And lets not pretend like I know what I’m talking about here in construction land (I may have spelt rebar wrong up there.) I take pictures, help out with the occasional watering of concrete and a bit of mixing when the sun is creeping down faster than they can mix and pour. But mostly, I’m just here with a happy grin on my face, catering the construction crew.
It’s not hard, though, to fill these big and little bellies. Not when I come out to witness these kinds of shenanigans. In between the hauling of water, the fetching of tools, and the moving of concrete bags, it seems these boys have found a way to pass the time not far from where the action is happening.
To be continued…
We’ve had a stretch of wintry days here and it’s been a lovely time of cozying in.
The boys have delighted in the morning frost, freezing rain, and ice treasures.
There have been a host of simple meals made on the wood stove.
School books have flown freely with little boys filling their minds with information and questions alike.
Of course the warm tea to fill bellies is always a plus. And so are those rubber band wrists.
A rooster made his way to the chopping block to become a couple of wonderful meals. And those sweet potatoes have been eaten every single day.
And one little lady has watched the digging and the concrete and the construction underway here. More on that soon.
Here’s wishing you and yours a cozy and blessed Thanksgiving.
This is our small but cozy kitchen, one wing of it anyway, and I have been enjoying spending more and more time here. Just to the right of this photo is the front door and if you walk in you’re bound to almost always see dirty dishes, fresh eggs, and an industrial-sized dish drainer. Because that’s how we roll.
Also plentiful these days are helpers. Someone’s always willing to lend a hand at pounding kraut, they’re happy to bring in firewood, and their daily table and floor chores sure help their mama out. And when the little lady isn’t making a bigger mess than we started with, she’s coming and going with plates and jars and carrying in eggs with me from the coop.
An afternoon spent fermenting various things is well worth the extra dishes. A couple of gallons of ferments make for some quick meals when enzymes and probiotics are scooped right from the jar.
Fermented cranberry-sweet potato relish anyone? Next time maybe I’ll remember to put it away before it turns to sweet potato hooch.
And am I the only one loving soup season? Fresh chopped vegetables and a bit of protein covered in water or broth all go straight in the pot and dinner is served, right?
How are you spending those moments in the kitchen these days?
The day began like many others – a fire in the wood stove, fried eggs for us, greens shake for him. We talk, he takes his first dose of supplements, and hands me mine because “We can’t both be down.”
And he’s right. After many mid-mornings of dragging myself from chore to chore I am so, so grateful for energy this morning. I wash dishes, I stoke the wood stove, I cook a big pot of chili for lunch. Elijah washes up some of our sweet potatoes and we roast them in the oven.
Abram does the very important job of making blanket houses with Annabelle, who could spend her whole day with this littlest big brother of hers.
And then I hurry. Frantically change out of work clothes, finish up lunch, pack a couple of bags, and make sure to give the boys a list of chores to do while Daddy’s resting. I am going to have a much-needed work day, the first real one in months, and they need to clean and sweep and spread mulch and try to let Daddy rest.
Because today he just needs rest. All of those other things he wants to do… he just can’t. He needs rest.
So I leave him to the bed, the boys to their chores, and Annabelle and I head to the sweet, willing baby-sitter. She has no idea how much this helps. Quiet for him and checking off the list for me.
And then it’s sitting down for five hours trying to catch up on the everything I was supposed to be doing for the past two months. And the Lord grants yet another mercy – plenty of energy and plenty of things checked off the list. By five I am aching for home and this family of ours.
When I hit that dirt road and park outside of the barbed wire fence I am met by little men, telling me of their day and their incessant hunger. And he is standing, at the sink no less, washing up some dishes. You all know what a sweet sight that is, but just seeing him out of bed is even sweeter.
And there’s leftover chili and potatoes to fill bellies. But soon thereafter he is down again, exhausted, and in under the covers before the children. He needs rest.
And then the boys show their tired cranky sides and it seemed time for them too. Hugs and kisses and potty and blankets. I sit down to do a bit of reading and Annabelle climbs into my lap and before I know it, she’s snoozing too. And wow, is it peaceful. I can barely get around the crib to tuck her in safely. This sweet, kicking babe sure is growing.
I pull the light string with its familiar chu-chin and this family of mine is already asleep – cozy, comfy, and breathing rhythmically. I put the chili away, and check the weather. I make a fire to have some embers burning when we need to make one in the middle of the night.
I lay down, read for a bit, and reflect on this day while the newest little one kicks and jabs. This ordinary day is not that different from any other – hugs and no-nos and I’m hungry. Kitchens and laundry lines and computers. How are you feeling and I need to rest and it’s okay, lay down. Pink kitty pajamas and will you read to me and everyone else is sleeping.
And there is peace.
And there is grace.
And there is oh so much to be thankful for.
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