Thursday, March 29, 2012

Warm Days

I was raking today in the chilly breeze.  Uncovering beds that had been blanketed in leaves since last fall.  Hostas, Baptisa, Peony, Phlox, Chives, Spearmint, Lilies, Sedum, Iris, Creeping Geranium...the list goes on and on.  
I have this strong desire to just get rid of as much of my possessions as I can...actually one of my goals for 2012...and it is screaming at me right now.  Send as much as you can away, make room for your children, prayer, outside work, growing flowers and food.....
I don't want to be all bound up stuffy and straight like the ladies above.  I want to wear a tank top...(don't be shocked) I want to feel the warm sun on my shoulders and be so busy outside that my hands are covered with dirt all coming in to wash.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

please vote for a fellow farmer

His family is looking for a grant, and the way you get it is by getting the most votes!
Vote for Kevin 2012!

Moms Passions

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.  ~Emma Goldman

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.  ~John Ruskin

When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.  ~Chinese Proverb

 The flower is the poetry of reproduction.  It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.  ~Jean Giraudoux

 Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul.  ~The Koran

Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don't you wonder who sent the flowers?  ~Robert Brault,

I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.  ~Robert Brault,

A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.  ~The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams

Friday, March 23, 2012

Planting Time

 The soil mix and apparatus...

 The soil blockers, blocking mix, and trays

Finished cold frames (brand spankin new) with baby lettuces, cauliflowers and leeks.  Yum!  I can almost taste the fresh garden lettuce!

The old school room now turned into my germination room.

Soil blocks and seeds are SO much more fun than dumb old workbooks.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Friday, March 16, 2012

Steaming ginger tea and scripture

Behold, God is my saviour: I will deal confidently, and will not fear, because the Lord is my strength and my praise: and He is become my salvation.

Isaias 12: 2

Good Morning, and thank you Jesus!
The crows are singing as the sun rises.  Another day to raise the children in Joy and Gladness.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

You shall draw waters with joy out of the saviour's fountains. Isaias 12: 3

Blue skies and sunny, light breeze.  The air is warm.  The littles play outside in the sunshine.  They have a tent strung on the clothesline.  My laundry dances lightly on the breeze all around them.  Diapers swish in the washer, waiting for their turn in the warm almost spring sunshine.

The steer munches contentedly on a bale of hay.  Chickens scratch for the newly emerging bugs.  Seed packets lie on my home desk, waiting for soil mix, water and warmth....beautiful dreams of flower gardens and nourishing vegetables. 

 I was sitting in the prayer room a while ago reading my bible.  Rocking in the rocking chair and looking out the wide open window, observing all of the paradise that God has seen fit to place under my care and stewardship.  May I give Him glory with it.  May my children grow up well loved and full of industrious habits, strong and well fed with what we grow on our little plot.

I have come to see that our family is a "little family", in the spirit of St. Therese the little flower.  We may not have rolling acres and herds of animals, we will not have acres of fields planted in crops, we will not continue to school out children to be the worlds next genius....We will quietly do God's will in our own humble little way.  We will do the best that we can and do it all for Him.  

We will, with his good grace,  daily draw waters with JOY out of the Savior's fountains, because they are indeed deep and overflowing with mercy and grace and all goodness.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Ode to Broth

O broth, O broth,
I lovest thou broth.
For thou art fine and fair
and noble for my tummy.
Thou art verily most yummy.
O broth, divine liquid,
thou takest so readily to sea salt.
A bit of garlic pressed in at the last...
Nay,  do not skim thy fat.
O broth thou are so true. 
Without thy warm goodleness 
What should we do?
O foul, raised up in my yard,
Your end is so great
to wind up in my pot.
O clucking bird of early summer, 
The broth thou makest in cold winter
doth warm the hearts of men.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


 I love broth
It is so nourishing and soul satisfying.  My 6 year old told me today that whenever she wants a salty snack, give her broth.
How cool is that?

It makes it even cooler when you have raised and butchered your own meatbirds, which we had the privilege to do this last summer.  It will be ultimately soul satisfying when (God willing) we also have our own carrots, onions (no, not onions, hubby says no onions, too many local organic onions to buy cheaply!!), garlic, parsley and celery with which to concoct the wondrous potion.