This morning, after chickens were let out and goats milked, in that post-breakfast hurrah we seem to have every morning that tends to fizzle out just before lunch, it was chore time. The boys were strangely excited to move large quantities of manure from the barn and surrounding pasture and into the garden. It appears…
We got a family milk cow. This is one of those things we’d discussed for years and then the Lord just made a way and suddenly we have a Brown Swiss cross and her brand new calf in our pasture. I know it wasn’t sudden but for some reason I keep things permanently in the “maybe…
Y’all, there are pears on our pear tree. They are small and five in number but they are real live pears. And we ended up butchering one of the wild hogs when he decided to make a run for it. So we only have this lady left but she seems to be living happily alongside…
“Can we have those huge pancakes again for breakfast?” Elijah asked the other day. I knew the ones he spoke of – they were tangy and fluffy and, most important to a growing ten-year-old, as big as a plate. He ate two of them and probably had a snack an hour later, if I recall…
