tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232893652011-12-18T18:11:34.883-06:00Seriously reflective and accidentally funny. Quirky, artistic, culinary snob. Helpmeet to a witty Farmer who keeps her securely grounded when her inspiration splashes out like a boundless waterfall.The Farmer's Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01384685492565696921noreply@blogger.comBlogger1891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23289365.post-53759468525217891362011-01-04T17:41:00.002-06:002011-01-05T07:37:05.900-06:00

This is a 15-sentence, one-paragraph portrait, a popular writing exercise developed by the late Wendy Bishop. Think of a person you know, and this exercise will focus on them. First, for the title, pick either a color or emotion that represents this person to you. You won’t mention the person by name in this story. Begin your first sentence, with one of these phrases: You stand there … No one is

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We're still considered visitors at the church we've been attending for several months so it's common for members to ask about who we are and what we do, where we live and how many children we have. Today was no different. A precious lady we sit behind, occasionally, lovingly went through the drill and discovered we live on a farm. Without skipping a beat, she said "Oh really, my father lives on a

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A new year is before me. I'm choosing to continue down the road less traveled. Conventional wisdom begs participation in the never-ending merri-go-'round leading nowhere. Not me. * I'll persevere serving a mocked God. * My marriage is a commitment. * I'll continue to put family first. * I'm guarding my home & my heart.

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Since writing is one of my favorite subjects to teach, I was happy to be included in the TOS review list for The Write Foundation . Here are my thoughts... The curriculum consists of three levels; sentence, paragraph, and essay lessons. I chose to review the essay level as that's where both of my older children are in their writing progress. The author, Rebecca Celsor, is very thorough in the

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It's raining this November election day. It's the first day, this Fall, that whispers "Winter is just around the corner." We've gone most of the day without a fire, but it's getting chilly now and my trusty farmhand is working to get it started; not an easy task with wet kindling. Thankfully, he sees it as a challenge and all the ladies in the house, their cold feet included, praise him for his

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Over the years, I've participated in various blog challenges during the month of November. At first it was intimidating. Do I really have that much to say? I mean, thirty things for which to be thankful? C'mon, life isn't that good. Well, if you've been with me for a while, you know I surprised myself and came up with over 100, way back when. I look back over that list from time to time.

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Yesterday was another first for us. We had the privilege of setting up a booth at the first annual Ranch Rodeo benefiting Tyler Type One, an organization dear to our hearts. We were thrilled to see our banner the night before the event and it all kind of  "came together" in our hearts when we saw the name of our farm in big print. I wrestled with that logo for weeks, but it does look kinda cool

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 It's ooey and it's gooey, it's slimy and it's sticky. And, it's absolutely Buckets-O-FUN! "MOM, please say this is AWESOME with a hundred exclamation marks!" And you know what? It really is. - We received a free sampling of products from Buckets-O-Fun for our honest review and they certainly have pegged the name of the company. The ooey-gooey mass of yuckiness is definitely fun! The

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We received a complimentary copy of Foundlings, Book I of the Peleg Chronicles from Zoe & Sozo Publishing  for our honest review of this adventurous work. In all honesty, it didn't interest me, personally, but my 13 yo. son was thrilled because he loves stories of dragons, knights, and adventure. The story starts fairly slow with big, complicated words and no real action to keep the reader

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Before we even got up the driveway, the package was opened and my son was diving into this book. He could tell from the cover it was his kind of book. We have had so much fun flipping through Vocabulary Cartoons, learning new words, and laughing at the cartoons. New Monic Books is on to something with this type of learning, especially for pre-teen aged boys. The idea with Vocabulary Cartoons 

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Now, where was I? Disappointed is a gross understatement when I learned Mr. G (the giant) had leased the Back 10 to his friends. It only made sense that he would offer the land to us as the only access is through our property. However, I can honestly say this was my selfish pride, in the end. After all, it was his land. - which just happened to be land locked behind my back yard, but

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About a month ago, we succumbed to the pleading and joined NetFlix. The relief from late fees sold me, initially, and the ease of the whole process keeps me. We've already lost a return envelope but Douglas addressed the DVD in a plain envelope to California and, within a few days, we got a notification it had been received. We're getting the hang of calculating the timing so that we have a movie

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"Momma, I can't wait til we see Heaven. I see houses, like a neighborhood, with gold streets. We won't ever cry; we'll be happy all the time. And, we'll be able to just ask God a question whenever we need to..."

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One of the things that hinders my writing is the design of the blog template itself. Silly, I know. I've been working on it for two days and still can't seem to be content. I'm settling on the wood planks for now, but I'm not satisfied with the color choices. Truth is, I like all sorts of designs. I love flowers, barns, art, fields, the sky, sunsets, oceans, mountains, and .......music. Where is

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We aren't promised tomorrowLive every single moment. Wherever you are, be ALL there.

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I was talking with a friend several days ago about the difference between early pears and late pears. I had no idea there was such, so it forced me to go next door to check the fruit trees to which we've been given free reign. Lo and behold, the pear tree was loaded with, what I assume to be, late pears! I don't think they're ripe yet, most were pretty small, so I'm waiting til the weekend to go

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Make new friends. . . but keep the old; forever. 

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I'm not finished with the Back 10 Saga. It'll continue as I have time and the mood strikes. The month of July has been super busy and school begins in just a few days for my kiddos. Tomorrow would be ideal, but I'm not sure I can pull it off with any success. It's hot on the farm. We're seeing 100 degree days now in East Texas. With all the trees in my neck of the woods, the humidity makes it

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My first assignment as TOS Review Crew member was to review the June module of the TOS Planner. It's specifically titled Travel the World. First and foremost, I was pleasantly surprised. Not having ever seen any of the TOS Planner material, I really had no idea what I was getting. The first aspect that caught my attention was that the table of contents was so well organized. I immediately

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This is Nibbles,one of the farm ducks.Whenever he quacks,Mom goes nuts. - Laura Greenwell

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I have been selected by The Old Schoolhouse Magazine to review curriculum and other various products from vendors who market material for 7th grade students and up. The deadline for the first test review is coming up shortly so I thought I'd take a minute to let my readers know what's going on.For several years, I blogged over at HSB, which is the blogging platform for TOS. During my time there,

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It was my battle to fight. Alone. Our testy neighbor with a hostile redneck attitude became my giant. Had I known how long and hard the fight would be I would have given up early on but I kept clinging to the only hope I had; the Lord had given us this land. I could fill page after page of the small intricate details that worked out right before my eyes as I clung to the Lord's hand through the

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There is a battle raging in the heavenly realm. Only those who live by the Spirit truly understand this biblical concept. My personal journey with this farm is spiritual but I'm not referring to some cosmic experience separate from the sovereign God of the Bible and the precepts found in scripture. It's difficult to express because there aren't mortal words for what the Spirit does within the

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According to various publications and online venues, farm life is quaint and borderline romantic. Depicted as a dreamy place of harmony, the Farm is usually expressed with some type of barn, either stately or humble, strategically tucked into a manicured landscape. Skilled artists express a tranquility in their paintings of rural living and Southern Living Magazine goes as far as suggesting

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You know you're in love with photography when these type photos crank your tractor. :)

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As I was saying, we bought the original 24.5 acres 10 years ago. Topographically, our farm is set within the rolling hills of East Texas, southeast of Dallas. The land is filled with a mixture of hardwoods, pine, and cedar. Most folks say it's on a hill, but actually our driveway begins in a valley so it only appears that way. Once you've made it up the craggy pig-trail we call a driveway, the

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I should be writing something in this space but have no idea where to start. Like anybody's life there's a story with a beginning. Thankfully, by God's amazing grace, the end hasn't been written. So, we're somewhere in the middle. If you've read anything about me, you know I'm a firstborn. That should tell you something, but if it doesn't I'll give you a hint; I want everything to be perfect

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We realized there was enough lumber left from the previous owner of our newly purchased land, that we decided to embark on the buidling of a more suitable barn/shed. There was no blueprint to follow; it all came from Phillip's head and some of it evolved as we went. It has a dogrun design with a enclosed chicken coop on one side and a large stall on the other. I don't know if you can see from

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A walk in the park....Occasionally, the farmer will forego his boots and actually put on a swim suit, t-shirt, and believe-it-or-not....tennis shoes. Labor Day was one of those days. It was one day we were not going to labor. Every single day is a labor day here at Providence Farm. We have to make ourselves leave it, if only for a few hours, a day, a weekend, so we can fill our reservoir. There

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Once we discovered wild plums on our property, our family tradition has been to go plum picking every Spring. This year was no different except that it wasn't a good year for any of our wild fruit. Nevertheless, we managed to pick enough for one batch so all was not lost. As jelly making sometimes goes, something went awry and all I ended up with was plum syrup. It happens, and I wasn't too

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We're not experts by any stretch of the imagination, but we're definitely learning a thing or two about raising bottle-fed calves. There's a dairy not too far from here where one can get newborn male calves for a song...Now there's a few reasons why there's a market for Jersey bull calves. First, they're affordable. Dairies aren't interested in bull calves. All the heifers are AI'd. Second, they

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Peach Blossom

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Wild Plums~ delicious jelly...

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Spike didn't make too long in captivity, but he sure was fun while he lasted.

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Indian Paintbrush

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Indian Paintbrush

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Mustang Grapes in the making

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At long last, Phillip now owns a tractor. It'll pay for itself in no time. He already has a side job mowing the neighbor's pasture. We've mowed our own pasture, and plowed more land for a bigger garden. For several years, Phillip has been researching agri-business, farmer's markets, and farming in general as a means to supplement our income. The Lord has found favor in his endeavors and continues

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Saturday morning, we set out on a tractor quest. Phillip had been doing his homework for months and knew what he was looking for. He'd already looked at two, but wanted me to go with him so I could help make a decision. I'm always game for a ride, especially since I knew where we were going and I'd get some fabulous pictures along the way. Spring time in Texas is, by far, the prettiest of our

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Why am I posting a picture of a broccoli plant?Well....let me just say that by tomorrow morning this photo may very well be the only memory I have of the eighteen plants I put in the ground several weeks ago. Over the course of about two weeks, the wild bunnies have been nibbling our promising vegetation as a midnight snack, it seems. As it stands this evening, I have two left. I'm kinda sad.

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I'm still so delighted to have discovered Dogwood trees out here! They're SO beautiful!The hens are laying again; another sure sign of a new season. I never tire of taking shots of baby pine cones. They make spectacular photos.

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The other day, when Phillip and I were inspecting the Dogwoods, I spotted this orange goo on a cedar limb. It's a jelly-type substance that is very shiny. At first I thought it might be sap but dismissed that notion as I my thoughts filtered through all sorts of fungus or the possibility of insect eggs. If anybody happens to know what this is, I'd be so thrilled if you'd leave a comment.Take a

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The Indian Paintbrush is considered a Texas wildflower. We are blessed with many on our property. ~They grow well in really bad soil. :) ~ We've now spotted our first; a sure sign that Spring is definitely just around the corner.

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Back in September, we had our property logged. That just means we sold the timber and a logging company came and cut down every tree they wanted and hauled it off to the lumber yard. In the process, there's a lot of damage to trees and bushes so we had to clearly mark specific places we didn't want demolished. I had an inkling that a certain clump of trees was something, just didn't know what.

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Spring is a beautiful time of year here in East Texas. I could take my camera out every day and get new images of the beauty all around me. It's always exciting for me to take an array of shots, load 'em on the computer, and see what comes up. I'm not a professional by any stretch of the imagination so it's very much a surprise most of the time. Several days ago, our wild plums were in bloom.....

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Happy New Year Friends! January is marching on without me in some ways. I've had to take a blog break because life is just so incredibly full right now. We enjoyed our family Christmas out here on the farm. New Year's greeted us and we haven't looked back. Our co-op starts back up next Monday. Sometime soon I'll be in the thoes of ninth grade writing and grammar. Pray for me, will ya? There just

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I'm taking an extended blogging break. Here's wishing you the most blessed Christmas ever. With love ~ Angela

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Another great frugal post.~ sigh~So much to read, so little time....You'll be encouraged @ Seeking Faithfulness

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Just in case you happen to need a reminder of those things for which to be thankful, pop over and read Angie's Thanksgiving post. There's over 100 comments (and counting..) of people all over the world who are offering thanks to the Lord as a form of healing. Abundant Blessings to you ~*ed. note: this blog post has since been removed.

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"Blessed be the name of God forever and ever,For wisdom and might are His.And He changes the times and the seasons;He removes Kings and raises up Kings;He gives wisdom to the wise And knowledge to those who have understanding."Daniel 2: 20-21

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One of my all-time favorite books is Attitudes of a Transformed Heart, by Martha Peace. In the introduction of the book, Martha talks honestly about her faulty world view and thoughts about God before she became a Christian. It's simple, but we all need reminders of the right way to think about God. ~*~*~*~*~*God is good. He is always good.*I am to obey Him whether I feel like it or not.*

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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path~ Proverbs 3: 5-6

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Rick Saenz over at Dry Creek Chronicles has an interesting post up that I think every serious Christian should read.In many ways, we tear each other down;And all the world watches....

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I've been over at my other blog moving old posts over here and found this one today. This post was written on October 20th, 2006 when we spent Christmas in California. We stopped by the Grand Canyon on the way out. ~*~*~*~*~*~ I love this picture of the Grand Canyon. There is a tiny view of the Colorado River that runs through the canyon in this picture. You'll have to write me if you see it.

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A few years back, I delivered a short devotion on fear at our ladies brunch at church. I was up praying, reading and studying each morning. I have such a "Moses syndrome" when it comes to those things. "Lord, I am not an eloquent speaker! Is there anyone else you could use?" But...He gently reminds me of who HE is ....and who I am ~ His vessel, an instument, His servant &....His Beloved. I want

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This is a bit of an excerpt from Lies Women Believe by Nancy Leigh DeMossThe Lie: "If I feel something, it must be true."The Enemy wants us to believe that if we feel unloved, we are unloved. If we feel we can't cope with pressure, it must be true that we can't handle it. If we feel God has deserted us or that He has acted unjustly in a matter that concerns us, then perhaps He has let us down. If

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I'm still thinking on all things frugal this morning. I loaded the washer early and thought about all the transformations that have taken place in my heart just in this one area. A long time ago, someone said fabric softener really wasn't needed and mostly a marketing ploy. I had my doubts so I tested it. Sure enough, it worked. Our clothes didn't cling together and they smelled good enough using

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Amy is writing a series titled "How We Did It" explaining how they became debt free. I think it's facinating to read how others achieve what sometimes seems like an impossibility. I don't talk much about this type of thing here but frugality is something that we live out in our every day life around here.... most of the time. We do splurge and we don't always make the best decisions, but overall

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Kevin Leman describes me as one who "sweats the details, organized, perfectionistic, rebellious"....Well, in keeping with my innate rebellion, I've defied all matter of reason (not to mention all things Firstbornish) and allowed, not one, but three furry kitties to live IN-MY-HOME. Now folks, this goes against every fiber of my being but being a great Mom comes with great sacrifice. My children

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Good Thursday morning!Since the Midwest plains area is getting hit with a blizzard today I thought I'd share what that might look like afterwards. This was taken on our way home from Montana last year. Some of you may remember that we drove south out of Billings on an ice/snow covered interstate. Pictured below isn't the interstate, but just a pretty spot I happened to capture along the way.It's

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I saw this little quiz on Karen's blog this morning. Occasionally, I'm in the mood for these things. How can they know all these things about me in just two questions? At any rate, it's pretty accurate. You Are a Bette! You are a Bette -- "I must be strong"Bettes are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.How to Get Along with Me * Stand up for yourself... and me. * Be confident,

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You know I love Mondays. Since I've had children and our homeschool has evolved over the years, Mondays have served as a marker for me. It's a fresh start. A time to begin again, to do things better or different, to implement changes, or even a time to take a deep breath and charge on in the same pattern. We had the most delightful time with some friends from church Friday evening. We extended

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We were out most of the day today and came back to find our calf dead and one goat on it's way out. Phillip had to shoot it. Apparently, they were attacked by dogs or some other wild animal. This comes after a difficult week as our other goat, Savannah, is recovering from being attacked Wednesday night while we were at church. She is separated and safe in a recovery pen; now she's the only

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My friend Esther has started blogging. Be sure to pop over and say hello and don't pass up that amazing poem she wrote. She's quite an artist on many levels.Click here: Eternal Moments

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...we reach a milestone.Last weekend, our pastor's family gave us a hand-me-down bike. It was deemed Douglas' because it looks like a boy bike and Sarah already has two; one at her grandparents and one here in need of an overhaul. He is thrilled to have a bike in working order again. In most of our travels we didn't have the joy of much bike-riding. Bikes weren't priority on the packing list. As

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I've got lots of pictures climbing this mountain, but this one always takes me over the edge. (smile) Lots of times, I was so anxious I couldn't even look out my window, so I stuck my arm out and snapped pictures without looking. Thank the good Lord for a patient, kind husband! He drove slowly, spoke calmly, and was very encouraging throughout the climb. Several times along the way, I'd say to

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This is the entrance to Garden of the Gods with Pike's Peak in the background. What's really neat is I have a picture of Garden of the Gods from the top of Pike's Peak as well. Of course, Garden of the Gods is tiny in the picture, but it's incredible to see because all of Colorado Springs is spread out before you while you're standing there taking it all in. It's breathtaking; literally! Garden

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Once inside Rocky Mountain National park, it's hard to decide what to do first. Thank goodness we were given a park map at the entrance. By the way, the elevation at the park entrance is over 8,000 feet; you only go up from there. I learned quite a bit about mountains, elevation, valleys, gorges, passes, weather, and water on this trip. I'd really never thought about lakes up in the mountains

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This is one of the first pictures I took at Rocky Mtn. National Park. I'd always heard of the streams in Colorado but nothing prepared me for the beauty of actually seeing them up close and personal. Furthermore, the fascinating reality of how the Continental Divide snowfall feeds our lakes and streams across America. The snow that melts on the west side of the Rockies eventually makes it to the

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A friend of mine decided to take a trip to Houston and asked if we'd take three gallons of goat's milk off her hands. ("Well-of-course"...) A few months ago she'd shown me how to make mozzarella cheese so I was excited to try my hand at it by myself. She let me borrow her instructions which is inside a publication by New England Cheesemaking Supply Co. It worked like a charm. This first picture

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I used to want to be like Reba. I'd sing every single song right along with her at the top of my (young) lungs and dream of the day I'd be on stage as her opening act. She was the inspiration behind the voice lessons I took at the local junior college. I'd play a song over and over just to get a lyric and the octave perfect. When she came to Tyler, Phillip and I went. Back in the day, it was most

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Most of you who read this blog know we were in Colorado this time last year. The cool weather and a recent chat with my good friend in Nebraska has made my heart long for the Midwest. I can even smell and feel the crispness in the air. The mountains were breathtaking and caused my heart to skip a beat each time I gazed my eyes upon that majestic range to the west. The Aspens were turning, the Elk

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Have I ever mentioned that the blog formatting here on Blogger makes me a little more than frustrated?? I even know a little about coding and, try as I may to make the page breaks look organized, it STILL doesn't look the way I intend! Please read my posts knowing that the writer wishes the paragraphs would separate the way I want them to! I simply cannot fiddle with it any longer. My family

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I teach ninth grade writing & grammar at our local homeschool co-op. In doing so, I've been reminded of the importance of brainstorming. It truly does help a writer get thoughts onto paper so they can be organized and fashioned into something readable. I think it's true for all writers - there's a plethora of ideas swirling around in our heads. The key is to get it out of the upper cranial cavity

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Phillip made breakfast over a fire this morning; farm fresh eggs, sizzling bacon, sausage, and his usual weekend bisquits. It's the kind of breakfast we only eat on Saturdays. These are the best campfire bisquits he's ever made. It takes some practice to get them just right. God bless your Saturday ~

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This is the kind of farm work nobody minds. Ever since we've had the timber cut we've been piling up the debris.. It looks like a war zone around here, at least around the house, so I've been doing a little as I can to clean it up. After alot of discussion Phillip finally taught me how to run the chainsaw. I've wanted to run that thing for years, but honestly it scares me. He does the big stuff

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Despite our croupy coughs, stuffy noses, and fatigue, we did manage to get out in the good 'ole fresh air over the weekend. I believe fresh air and sunshine is good for what ales ya, so a little work was done in the midst of recovery.We acquired a free load of washout from a local transit company. The kids and I picked it up several days ago and unloaded some of it in the hilly part of our

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Cup of soup, anyone?I'll be back before long. Have a nice weekend with your family.

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I don't usually go out each morning and help with the animals. All three children have designated duties and they do them quite well without me. But this morning I discovered how much I am missing. First, my children amaze me. Our farm is not set up for easy living at this point. We don't have water available in that area right now. But, they've invented ways of getting water to every pen and

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The Deliberate Agrarian is offering a book of his published essays for a very generous price. There's only 500 or so left, you better get over there and get it while the gettin's good!

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Oh, that Amy. She's always got something thought provoking to say. Pop over when you have time, her latest post is a good one...uh, well ...they all are for that matter. Click here.....

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Celebrating seventeen years and counting...

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Technically, these aren't exactly chicken tractors, but we don't know what else to call them. They were inspired from original chicken tractors we've seen online, but we do not put wheels on them. They're built with the idea that chickens can free range, yet safe from wild critters. Many times, however, we let the laying hens out and they roam all over the place. They know the 'tractor' is home

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I don't remember exactly how many chicks we bought way back but, as of yesterday, the survivors are all producing. Yes, just seven. It's sad, but that's farm life. And get this, the last feed I bought was Scratch, not laying pellets. I dumped the Scratch in on top of what little pellets were left and we're nowhere near scraping the bottom of the barrel so the only "help" these eggs got was

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Happy Birthday ~ Phillip ~ You bloggy friends already know how much we love him.

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Oh wow ~ I just stumbled upon Granny's blog. Have any of you been over there? She's a plethora of homesteading information. Since we bought 25 Cornish Rocks a few weeks ago, I've been paying closer attention to my homesteading bloggy friends and who they're linking. A girl can learn a fair bit reading the experiences of those who've gone before her. I appreciate them so much, especially the ones

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I don't know how many other 11 yo. boys read it, but the guys in my house sleep with visions of tractors, implements, hay, cattle, and 4WD trucks dancing in their heads every single Wednesday night. For they know the dawn will bring the newest edition of the blessed Thrifty Nickel.For some time now, Douglas has been wanting something to "give himself to" - not his words, but we know what it

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Me: "Can I help you Laura?"Laura: "Nope. It's easy Mom, you just hold 'em both with one hand."~*~*~*~

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I don't know which is sweeter, the surprise of farm fresh eggs a bit earlier than we expected, or these precious little hands. We were thinking we'd get our first eggs by late September, but the kids found these in the manger where our goats sleep at night. Apparently, the hens have gotten in there during the day and have made a comfy-cozy nest. It's been a long time since we've had our own farm

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Gustav Who? All our attention was on a little girl who turned 6 today.

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It's this kind of tragedy that quickly puts life in perspective.I've seen Marsha around the blogosphere for several years now. Her joy in motherhood, homeschooling and life in general is contagious. She is loved by many. Please pray. Father, give us ears to hear your voice when we can't see the way. Provide a shimmer of light in this darkness. We reach for your hand knowing you're there. Thank

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Since our co-op started last week, our school year is well underway around here. The Big Kids had homework in addition to the daily schedule and chores I have for them. My big First Grader is reluctantly learning to write, spell, & add. She's seriously contemplating this idea of sitting down, being still, and paying attention. The biggest question in her mind is, "Why in the world are we doing

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Breathe deep the Word of God. It, alone, is completely sufficient.

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Sit still my daughter! Just sit calmly still!Nor deem these days –these waiting days- as ill!The One who loves thee best, who plans thy way,Hath not forgotten thy great need today!And, if He waits, ‘tis sure He waits to proveTo thee, His tender child, His heart’s deep love.Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!Thou longest much to know thy dear Lord’s will!While anxious thoughts would

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Thanks be to the Lord for His goodness~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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Click Here for other Wordless Wednesday participants

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Last week was fabulously busy. For the first time in 13 years, I worked outside our home. Yes, the entire week - all day. And each evening we participated in a Child Evangelism 5-Day Club at a local apartment complex. It was an incredible time. I believe a seed was planted in many of the kids there and at least two accepted Jesus as their Saviour.As I was cleaning out my files one night last

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May the LORD answer you in the day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob set you securely on high! May He send you help from the sanctuary And support you from Zion! May He remember all your meal offerings And find your burnt offering acceptable! Selah May He grant you your heart's desire And fulfill all your counsel! We will sing for joy

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