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Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

The End of the Summer's Extraordinary Day Book Monday 6 September 2016

Outside my window...the sun is shining with all its might. Though the weather men are calling for hot and muggy later this week, today it is cool with a light breeze. It is a perfect day to hang the bedding on the line (which I did) and open all the windows in the house.  

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Ian and his little Princess enjoying some outdoor time together.

I am thinking...about how quickly this summer has flown.  Even with a concentrated effort to drink in each moment and pile on the memories it still seems as if I just blinked and here it is September.  With the return of school days and schedules I am carrying the times spent just sitting still and watching those around me thrive and grow.  

I am thankful...for the man I love, the children I cherish, the grandchildren that amaze me, and the place where He has placed me.

I am reading...about my favorite Franciscan, Padre Pio.


All a little girl needs is a bed of grass and a loving dog.  

From the kitchen...I will be making spiralized zucchini lasagna for our supper.  I am thrilled that Papa likes zucchini this way so we can avoid being tempted by pasta.

Creatively speaking...bags, aprons, and quilts have been flying out of here these past few weeks.  I am always amazed and flattered when people like my work.


No summer is complete without time spent on daddy's "hauger"  Christopher is a farmer to the marrow and never misses an opportunity to bond with the equipment.

Layn is our newest bike rider.  It was touch and go for awhile there with a lot of scrapes and tears but he has mastered his bike and is poised for adventure.

What boy's summer is complete without time spent helping Papa pick up big square bales.  Don't blink or he will be driving and Papa will be out of a job.

Both these boys are learning from their dad to do a man's job.  Family time spent trimming trees and shrubs isn't really work after all.

Only Papa has the kind of strength and patience to stop and give the guys a ride. (after pumping up the tires on their wagon, of course)

A few plans for the rest of the week...capture every drop of love that my family has to give.  This week I have classes to teach, a home to keep, orders to fill, and my people to love.  That should keep me busy for awhile.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...(actually several pictures)

Going off to do chores. I hope Christopher is always as eager to help as he is now.

No job is too big for this guy to attempt.  While dad loads the feed Christopher gets right to work sweeping up the old.

Don't worry there is more than one tool.  Layn gets in the act too scraping down so the cows can reach all there is to eat.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

For a heartless woman, you sure have a lot of love. You are a blessing and in my prayers. ugotafriend