The Boat Builder

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I doubt Mom anticipated the production of a sea-faring vessel when she brought out the craft box for my begging daughters Saturday. Boat building is always on the agenda for my dad. We just didn’t realize the condition was genetic! The girls had moved on to other distractions, while my oldest boy kept toiling away at his sail-equipped canoe, probably inspired by the ship... Read More

Sunset Horseback Lessons

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I happened to catch the end of this, as the sun was going down… My husband had decided to give the older two kids an impromptu horseback riding lesson. My daughter was just slightly thrilled… In case you didn’t catch that… THRILLED! My oldest (and he does have the oldest child personality, even though he’s only the oldest by twenty fear-fraught... Read More

Camping Out with Kids: Bring Wipes

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Camping in the back orchard with four young kids means… … letting our oldest son be a big kid by getting the bonfire started (with the garden hose ready and mom trying not to hover) … lots of dancing and yelling around the flames when the roasting sticks are produced (and mom trying not to hover) … turning normally-repulsive (to me) foods into flame-charred... Read More

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

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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

How to Make a Milky Wave (and Other Humiracles)

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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

“Perfect” Summer: Power in Weakness

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Aaah, summer. “Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood…” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I wish I could say my summer has been picture perfect like that. But this summer, stressors hit right along with the waves of... Read More

Molasses Seed Round Recipe: Not for the Birds

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I happened to be making this Molasses Seed Round Recipe when two of my husband’s adopted teenage brothers came over to help him build something or other. Their comments: “They look like bird seed.” “What are they, for constipation or something?” My husband bought them pizza, which kept them quiet for a while!! But if you’re the type who thinks... Read More

Blood, Guts, Gore, and Brownies: Processing Grass-Fed Chickens

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My husband and I were up until 3am last Wednesday night, processing 32 massively oversized grass-fed chickens. Unfortunately, the chicks don’t hatch out of their shells, neatly plastic-wrapped in packages of white meat for me. This spring, our family has been redefining backyard chicken-keeping, by putting them in the front yard. I think it is the only relatively flat piece... Read More

Fluffy, et al. Settle into Farm Life

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I’ve posted before about my struggle to settle into farm life… …which must seem idyllic to some people, considering the number of families in our church who are moving to little acreages in the country recently. It’s just a lot of work, especially for a family with four very young children and a dad who works the equivalent of two other jobs. And it’s... Read More

Planting Raspberries, In Good Time

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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