Signs of Fruitfulness

blog wild blackberry leaves

I kissed my husband goodbye before he drove away to work a couple Mondays ago. I’ve heard somewhere that this will prolong his life. Or maybe it only prolongs his departure. Either way, he didn’t seem to mind. Before he reluctantly drove off, he asked, “Did you get pictures of the blueberry blossoms over the weekend?” As much as photography consumes my... Read More

Spring: A Walk Around the Farm

farm calf 1

I don’t always spend a Saturday with my husband at home and the sun shining warm… but when I do, it involves something like planting a hundred gladiolas, lilies, hibiscus, and bleeding hearts… and, of course, a walk around the farm to see how everything is doing. We found a newborn calf this morning. While we were out there, my husband dropped off three lick... Read More

Skipping Church

ice storm 19 pointed to barn

I took a series of photos this morning… Post-Thanksgiving unwinding… I’m naming it: “Justifying Skipping Church” The number of photos is directly proportional to the level of guilt. 😉 “Hello Winter” “With a Bow on Top” “Tinsel” “Sideways Tree in a Gale Storm” “Tree with Hay Bales” “You... Read More

Sweet Potato Haul

potatoes 2 in back of jeep

“Hey, you have to come outside and see this!” my husband burst through the phone from 30 yards away. Last spring, he happened to see sweet potato slips at a feed store. He planted 20 of them (roots with a little bit of leaf), right next to the tiny, spring version of the annual fall tomato jungle. Sixteen of the 20 plants came up. We ignored them until after the first... Read More

After Four Years of Blogging, I’m Sure: I’m a Mom

rainbow over kids2

I finished the post below on Monday (except adding pictures). I had tried to veil how frustrated and disappointed I was, because life has become incredibly busy recently. It seemed like the sensible thing to do was end the blog. It has been confusing to sense God leading the exact opposite direction! God specializes in impossibilities, and He is able to make His purposes clear,... Read More

Poem: September’s Gardener

cherry blossom 1

Sometimes I get some facts written down and some “shoulds” listed, and I completely overlook the Spirit in a circumstance: We have a tree producing spring blossoms in September! I wrote a poem about it — how the bagworms ruined the summer foliage (see my last post), and how the tree is recovering. It’s an unpolished poem, and I wish I would aim these... Read More

How to Make a Milky Wave (and Other Humiracles)

boy eating carrot 1

My just-turned-four-year-old son… crawled up onto the bed one morning a few weeks ago… and delivered the following tale: “MOM!!! I just had the funniest dream about me ‘n’ Yoda! You’n me’n Yoda fought Dark Bader with huge light sabers until he was in tiny pieces, as tiny as a germ. I took his light saber away, and he fell down a hole — AAAAHpffff!!! —... Read More

Planting Raspberries, In Good Time

raspberry 4 long roots

For years, during the strain of all our moves, my husband and I talked about planting raspberries. It gradually morphed into a symbol of all our dreaming and planning to establish a place together someday. After we moved here, we kept putting off the raspberries — for nearly three years! But last week, it happened. He and I and the four kids dug into the dirt, burying raspberry... Read More

When Small Beginnings Die

seeds 1 girl drops seeds in planter

It’s strange weather for starting seeds, with the garden buried six feet under in snow… but spring is only seven weeks away! Every year when we start seedlings, my husband says, “I’ll just plant a few different kinds of tomatoes…” Every year, the “few” turn into a vast, unnavigable jungle, tightly packed with tomatoes to pick. I try... Read More

Carrots and Freckles

My internet was down for five days – one of those blessings in disguise. I discovered, while I had a chance to gather my thoughts, that I have a backlog of farm pictures. I’ll post several of them next week. But I’ll start today with these: My son picked carrots in the sweltering heat with his dad, never mind the sweat and grime (or overdue haircut… what... Read More