If you are tempted to heap unreasonable expectations upon yourself you might enjoy Dana’s thoughts here. I have always said that God gives us enough time and resources to do His will but not necessarily a smidge more for our own agendas. My goal this week is to do my periodic re-evaluation to discern which things currently occupying my plate are God’s and which I have added unnecessarily. I challenge you to do the same. : )
The World
The children and I read from a poetry book many mornings. This is the Wordsworth poem we read recently. Even out here it is easy to get caught up in ‘getting and spending’, and making a living can easily overpower making a life. The two are not mutually exclusive, of course, but merging them successfully requires reflection and intention.
"The World Is Too Much With Us"
The World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers,
Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given
our hearts away, A sordid boon! This sea that
bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that
will be howling at all hours, And are up -gathered
now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything,
we are out of tune; It moves us not.-Great God!
I’d rather be a Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,
So might I, standing on the pleasant Iea, Have
glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have
sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear
old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
The Chicken or The Egg?
Puzzled as to what came first? Ponder no more. Careful observations made right here under the Starry Sky have answered the question once and for all!
It
is
the
CAT!
No really! I can prove it…….
There you have it. ; ) Courtesy of my favorite rural scientists. Data collected during a recent barn paving project. No animals were harmed during the production of this post.
(in fact no animals were moved! Oddly enough, the cat WAS sitting on this egg. We are renaming the cat Horton….)
Shades of Gray
My grandmother was a treasure trove of little sayings and songs, many of which are trapped forever in the recesses of my mind, breaking out when I least expect them. One that is replaying in my head of late is The Old Gray Mare. You remember don’t you? "The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be….." As I hum involuntarily questions come to mind:
I wonder if she was always gray? Or at some point along the way did little renegade white hairs begin to pop out like corkscrews in all sorts of odd directions?
I wonder if she stared in the mirror thinking, “Huh. That is MY hair. Go figure.”
I wonder if she found herself musing over the arguments for going gray trying to decide if it was noble or just unnecessarily scrupulous?
I wonder if she thought maybe if she just let it be she would someday look like Diane Keaton or Jamie Lee Curtis? Even if she IS a very short mare….
I wonder if she ever realized that while Taylor Hicks and Richard Gere and a host of other men are thought to be cutting edge cool with their gray, google could not pull up any other gray actresses ….
I wonder what happens when she wanders out to pasture? Do the other horses think her gray is a “crown of glory” or do they just think she let herself go?
I wonder if she ever considered coloring her mane?
I wonder if the prospect of cancer from dark hair dye made her then shiver?
I wonder if the prospect of vegetable dyes left her with flashback images of bad henna jobs from the 70s?
I wonder if she felt coloring hair would be of no more importance than brushing a hint of blush across one’s cheeks or if it was somehow not being authentically herself?
Just wondering. Hypothetically of course….
Vintage Embroidery Freebies
I found another treasure trove of free redwork/embroidery patterns! This blog is full of her vintage finds. Check it out stitching fans!
You already know this
But sometimes it doesn’t hurt to be reminded. Surfing some scrapbooking sites last night I ran across this too very true reflection on motherhood. I love her sister’s quote:
“Value yourself for this. It earns no worldly acclaim, no financial gain; sometimes you will see no immediate reward. Have faith in your worth as a woman.” Being a mother has been the greatest task that I have ever attempted to do. I’m not prefect by any means, but I realize that all I have to do is try to be the best mother I can and my children will love me for it. Being a Mother is my Greatest Joy. "
what she said. ; ) and some pics of one of nine reasons I get up in the morning and do it all over again:
Story People
Found this today. I love it!
“I Think, Therefore I am…”
…tagged for the Thinking Blogger Award apparently lol. Thanks to Rebecca and the good folks at Knotty Pines!
If you get tagged with a Thinking Blogger Award, you are then supposed to do the following:
1. Write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think.
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.
Do you suppose it reflects poorly on one’s thinking ability when one cannot seem to upload the Thinking Blogger icon clearly? Sigh……
Here is the post for which Rebecca tagged me.
Some blogs that have me thinking lately are:
Sara’s post on Transforming from Walk Slowly, Live Wildly is awesome as is everything I am reading here lately.
The CM Blog has bitesized pieces of Charlotte Mason’s Six Volume series. This section is on Habit which is a particular interest of mine right now.
I have thought long and hard about implementing a morning time routine like the one described so well at Dominion Family.
Alice Cantrell’s site isn’t loading for my browser at this moment but she wrote a lovely post about why it is that vintage homemaking is such a fascinating topic for contemporary women. Alice, where are you?
The Abiblog contains exerpts from vintage books about all sorts of things that make you go hmmm. The one I linked to touches upon the selection of a wife (circa 1897)
There are an awful lot of women who make me think on a regular basis. I do have such a hard time with limiting my choices. <g>
National Scrapbook Day
Not today – it is May 5th. However if you hop over to Creating Keepsakes they have challenges and sweepstakes each day between now and then. Today’s challenge? Scrap a page about a relationship you treasure.
We’ll call this…
…"The One in Which the Power Lines Snap, the Goat Has Triplets in the Dark and I Turn 40."
It has been an eventful week in these parts. I think it was my fault. I did say our "last storm of the season" not too long ago didn’t I? Jinx. This one really kicked us in the shorts as my friend Barb would say. After a long rain the sky turned to snow piling up on top of the mud. Wind sheers toppled and snapped power line poles and left them strewn along roadsides like a giant game of pick up sticks. The power went out Tuesday afternoon and Allen was sent home. Too late as it turned out. It was like working his way through a demo derby trying to navigate the highway home. He arrived just as it was getting nippy in here and we fired up the generator and hunkered down in the RV.
I started dinner in there and Allen and the girls went to do barn chores. I was summoned right away. Sapphire (the goat ; )) was already delivering her first kid. We caught that one and started to stimulate and warm it up while Allen rigged up a spotlight plugged into the generator. It was a smallish buck and looked good. We got his cord dipped and blew him dry. Before too long the second kid was presenting. She seemed to be working harder with that one. After waiting and watching Allen gloved up to assist. Fortunately just a wee bit of a pull and the kid birthed. Another buckling, this time breech, but with both feet in position.
The doe was a trooper and the kids had the neonatal care routine down pat though we would have given alot for warm water. The buck was pretty ‘gunky’ and needed more help getting his lungs cleared and up and moving. We tried the swinging thing on him – hold him by the feet and gently swing in a rocking fashion per the 4H ladies’ advice. At least I am pretty sure that was the advice. If not he was no worse for wear. <g> He came around just as we looked at Sapphire and said hmmmmm, you don’t think…….? Sure enough, she was laboring again.
The next kid was a doe! Woo hoo! My farmer was pleased we got a keeper out of the bunch. She was vigorous and breathing well so we repeated the neonatal care steps and started to clean up the mess. That last part was a challenge. We looked like we had been to the butcher shop by then and nothing but cold bottled water to clean up with . Suffice it to say – ewww. We waddled back to the camper and went through what sounded like Armageddon from the inside of that oversized tin box. We woke up to a foot of new snow.
Our neighbors called on the cell and told us not to go down our road since a line had gone down across it but it was buried in the snow and not readily visible. Allen walked down the other way to assess. He found a truck passing that gave him the best way out. It was warming and melting so we decided to try to get to town to get more gas and water and a generator for our friends who were told to expect a week without power. We literally passed 37 ditched cars between us and the next town ten miles away. 37 cars and two broken down snow plows! The poles lay mangled beside the roads. Ironically when we went over the hill into the city there was nothing! No snow at all. Like night and day.
About that time I remembered – Oh yeah. It’s the big day. I am officially OLD lol! My 40th was Wednesday. I have to admit this was the birthday I had been fully planning to ignore altogether. I have never been a ninny about birthdays and generally really looked forward to them. This one just seemed so significant. Whatever the coming years bring it is not likely to be the beautiful sweet babies on a regular basis that the last couple decades have blessed me with. Us ‘self-indulgent overbreeders’ find that a little depressing. (thank you Katie,whoever you are, it was a lovely birthday wish ; p )
Fortunately for me I have the best friends and family I girl could hope for. My mom had sent me a hand embroidered apron and little teapot cookie cutters from Victorian Trading Co, a must have catalog ladies!
Rebecca must be psychic because her tea, tea towel, and tiny sugars had arrived almost right after that. Jen’s card had me rolling. She and I rang in 30 together . This years card has one chick pushing the other up the big hill saying "You First!" (I am telling ya girlfriend you’re right behind me!) And just as the snow began to fall the UPS man slid in the drive with the most stunning stone beaded rosary I think I have ever seen. Elizabeth had commissioned it from beadsofmercy.com. It is a one of kind, as are all of Kimberlee’s incredible pieces. Allen surprised me with a copy of Maryjane Farmgirl. The man knows me. ; ) I think Moira may possibly have won the prize however – her card says "Happy 40th Mom! and in parentheses she wrote (but you look like 20!) Bless the child. <g> SO, the birthday that wasn’t supposed to happen happened and happened big enough to be etched in my memory for good. God does have a sense of humor. I am taking this as a sign that He has wonderfully exciting things planned for my middle years. (middle, did I say that??)
We huddled in the camper for a second night on Wed and then got the great good news that our power was restored Thurs afternoon. By the weekend the snow was gone and the kids were in shorts. Unbelievable. Many of our neighbors are still without power however so please say a prayer for them. We welcomed the change of both weather and fortune because our yearling doe went into labor yesterday morning. This turned out to be our initiation into assisted kidding. : o She is a small doe and was working darned hard. We waited and waited and just nothin’ was presenting.
She was getting visibly tired and uncomfortable and we had that talk with the kids – the one about God giving and God taking away. Finally Allen did the authentic farmer thing and took action. Someone had to go in after it and I had tagged him <g>. After the initial grossing out passed the fear kinda sank in. He found the hooves and nose presenting correctly but it was a giant buckling and he could not get it budged. We worked and worked with her and the doe just howled. It made us sick at heart but being that far from a vet it was one of those do or die situations with nowhere to go but ahead. Allen about gave up hope when finally we got the head and shoulders out and could deliver the kid. Man oh man. What an ordeal. And let me say the kid looks like he was on steroids! Huge!
We went with a cheese theme this year so the caprine roll call now includes Colby, Jack, Brie and Parmesan. I snapped pics throughout the birth of the triplets so if you homeschoolers want to see an actual kidding drop me a line and I will send them. I just don’t want to offend any urban sensibilities by blogging them. They are very, um, natural loL!
The other excitement from last week was that we had a meeting at the capital with our representative about the power line project. We are encouraged by our visit there and praying that everything is coming along just as God wills it to.
Well, by now I have no doubt taxed your attention spans. I imagine farm tales are a good deal less enthralling when it isn’t your farm. Still, it’s been a full week and I couldn’t be happier both to be living it and to have dear friends to share it with here. Life is good. : )








