The Weeping Cherry Weeps: To Be a Bagworm or a Tree

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She wanted me to take a picture of her and Sunny Bear — a stuffed animal she inherited from my childhood charades in which bear-and-cat couples were married off and settled into homes in quilt-canopied, cardboard box cities. What you can’t see — what I mostly cropped out of the shot — is the damage to the canopy in the foreground. (If you look closely,... 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

Runs Like a Deer

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I love the Fourth of July!! It’s my favorite gathering of family and friends all year, next to Christmas. But first thing this morning, I got to see the best fireworks display I’ll see all day: I love sunrises. I should see them more often. 😉 I’m back to running (truly running, not just walking). I dragged myself out of bed this morning and headed out the... Read More

Coincidental Snails

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Some days feel like God is pushing me along… I’ve been training for a 5K and had hoped to participate in my first one within a few weeks. The training started better than expected! But when school let out, things slowed… to a stop. Last week, my husband booted me out the door (as tenderly as possible, of course) to go run! Having a mind of my own, and feeling groggy... 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

My Cross Training Session

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I’ve taken up running this past week – which you already know, if you’re friends with me on Facebook. And you already know that my husband bought me some dedicated running shoes… And that I completely shocked myself yesterday morning, by running the distance of a 5K! I’ve been wondering what to do for cross training, on the lighter exercise days.... 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

Pearls and Priests (and a Hoof Trimmer)

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I’m not proud of myself for this, but several weeks ago, if you had visited, you would have found me curled up on the sofa, throwing an impressive pity party for myself. I was afraid I had irritated a friend, exactly the type of thing that can color my entire world gloomy. Black confetti was raining down, and mentally I was poking pins into any upward-bound thought bubbles. This... 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

When Small Beginnings Die

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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