Friday, August 19, 2011

Our New Babies


I think if it were left up to me to decide, we may have ended up with twelve children.  My husband, however, in his great wisdom, saw all the work I do, and thought we should be done at five, and so we are.    I can't shake the feeling, though, that I should be pregnant again, since our youngest is nearly three.  So instead of adding babies, we are adding livestock.  The newest additions are named Pickles and Marnie, and were given to us by a man who judged the Alpaca show at our local fair a few years ago.  The kids are excited to show animals who aren't, quite literally, stubborn goats.  These alpacas were on the show circuit a few years ago, when breeding exotic animals was the latest way to make a load of money.  They are halter trained, but a little freaked out at their new home and particularly, our three legged Koa dog.  They are sweet and inquisitive, and I am dreaming of the fiber after their first shearing.  It will be lovely yarn, I know!


Natasha the Llama, not sure what to think!

Cinnamon is also indifferent

 Delicious snacks for the goaties and camelids this winter, I think.

We got hay for $4.50 a bale today!


I love to watch children and be inspired by them.  My 8 year old and 5 year old were at day camp this week, and last night we had a celebration, where we got to listen to them singing some of the songs they learned.  Then we got to participate in some of the fun camp activities, like mini golf and the climbing wall.  My boys spent the entire time at the climbing wall, working their hardest to get to the top.  You could tell they were nervous, but they persisted, even pushing through fear and going higher.  I want to be like that.  Instead of being afraid to try, I want to be consistent about attacking a problem by pure persistence.

Best big brother award

My little nephews watching their AWESOME big bro climbing.

My nephew hangs on, and kept on going after this shot!

All important head protection

The audience surrounding the climbing wall...

Levi's last try!  Look how high!

Mini golf action.

Donnelson Posing

all the cute kids

grubby girl heads to the car with daddy

Taekwondo belt test next

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Thursday, August 18, 2011

How God's Garden Grows

Wild Sweet Pea

Even when we get distracted by life, responsibilities, or frivolities, nature is still there, moving forward in the relentless pursuit of its destiny.  In my garden, I can choose to pull weeds out of the way, or let veggies fight their way to the top.  

No matter what, all those plants are doing everything they can to perpetuate themselves.  They all want to reproduce, to leave small bits of themselves behind before they leave, little living things, wrapped up and waiting until it is their turn to continue the race toward eternity. This is the beauty of flowers.  It is the plant's shameless way of proclaiming her need to continue in some form, advertising her beauty and wonder above all others.  

To me, it is beautiful, though, that these flowers, in their advertising, attract pollinators specifically suited to their needs.  I always seem to see the same adorable little red beetles on the english daisies, chamomile larger daisies.  The ladybugs love the thistles, as do other beetles.   The grass and corn, ubiquitous as they are, can't be too bothered with attracting anyone in particular, and so they throw their pollen to the wind, knowing that a bit of silk somewhere will grab hold of it.  

This noisy riot of life outdoors just mirrors the way our lives unfold.  Sometimes we fight through life the hard way, barely glimpsing blue sky above, and other times, we remember that we should rest awhile, and allow our Creator to nourish us and prepare the way ahead. 

It's a weighty job we're given in youth, the deciding of what sort of person we are, and then the momentous decision for a mate.  I'm thankful there are as many kinds of suitors as there are pollinators, and that, when it's time to choose, or not to choose, there is always a way for us to leave that tiny seed of ourselves.  It can be in a child, a spouse, or just a friend.  

We can share the hope we have, and that hope is carefully preserved, because Hope does not disappoint us.  We move forward, knowing there is a unique design for each of our lives, all intended to point to the great Designer.

A riot of color from our garden, brought indoors.

Bee Face!

wasp pollinator?

spider waiting for an afternoon snack

Spider silk on a gladiola

Basil Harvest

Detail of my bouquet