4/7

              

Tea in hand listening to a storm rolling through and reflecting on the past week. My boys have been home sick the last two days and I’m enjoying the slow pace it has brought us.

We celebrated a birthday with friends. Pie and campfires several days in a row. The kids are almost too big for the nesting boxes they adopted as their beds. I’ve been surprised they’ve already been nibbling grass and between the two of them haven’t been able to keep up with ladys’ production. I’ve already milked nearly two gallons! It’s not sweet yet from the spring wild onions so I’ll take it to a local soap maker to trade for oils and other things we need.

I’ve been impatiently waiting for my newest batch of 8 hens to start laying. Waiting is something I’m thinking on a lot recently. I’m terrible at being present and struggle to not always feel like I’m ‘waiting’ for life to begin. Silly when I think about it and the reality of how lovely everyday can be but that’s my struggle. So I sit in it and attempt to fight back reflecting on all the things I have to be grateful for today.

176 / Extra cuddles with my boys.

177 / The smell of a campfire.

178 / A soothing storm.

179 / Psalm 27.

180 / Hope.

 

7 thoughts on “4/7

  1. I never comment but I wanted to say that this post has inspired me when I really needed it. Thank you from a reader across the pond.

  2. Thank you for this lovely and inspiring post. If you’re ever inclined to share more about taking care of the goats/chickens – more on the nitty gritty of country life and how-to’s – I know there’s an audience out there (aka me) who would love a glimpse!

  3. Psalm 27. Yes. Every time I read it, I cry. Because there is always something new in it that my heart hears. If I were stranded on an island and could only bring one piece of the Bible with me, it would be Psalm 27.

  4. Hear my voice, LORD, when I call; have mercy on me and answer me.

    One of our does, a first freshener, kidded yesterday!! Two bucklings: first one was breech. With a little help, an 8-pound buckling was delivered safely followed by a slightly smaller 7-pound buckling (who shot out!!). Amen to that!!

    I hope your boys – the two-legged ones – are feeling better!! Take care!!

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