so many gifts

IMGP2091I’ve not been around these parts much lately, it seems. It’s not that I haven’t thought about                                                                                                                       keeping up with my days in this space, it’s just that the reality of keeping up with myself and my family and my farm is taking about all I’ve got right now. And that’s ok with me. Each day spills over the edges. Fullness finds a whole new meaning.

Plus, the kids spilled very-sticky-heavy-on-the-maple-syrup-lemonade on the computer’s keyboard which made typing a frustrating joke because several characters just stopped working altogether. Oh, well. This just gave me yet another excuse for limited computer time and has actually been sort of a gift in its own right! I might have dragged my feet just a bit in getting a replacement keyboard…

In a nutshell, this past month has been full of sweet gifts that have left me feeling incredibly blessed and like one very lucky lady. In mid-August, when Eric was gone for nine days to drive his papa to Pennsylvania and I was solo on the farm with three kids, a bunk leg, and pregnant belly, my amazing neighbors helped with chores, watched the kids, untangled lambs from fences, and didn’t judge me when I voiced that I really needed a beer.

My other equally amazing neighbors and farm cohorts, Jesse and Hannah, volunteered (!) to do our CSA delivery and market in Nashville the Saturday Eric was away so that I could attend Robin’s indigo dyeing workshop (that would have otherwise been impossible for me to participate in). I don’t think I can even begin to describe just how huge that gift was! 

Then my sweet Eric returned safely from his trip. 

Then it was my birthday and I had a day of not cooking or doing dishes. 

Then my fiber fanatical friends gathered together for our first ever bonified stitch n’ bitch and Coree baked me a cake. 

Then, a posse of dear friends gathered here in Bugtussle to shower my family with love and food and baby gifts and blessings for this new little life that will be joining my family so very soon. I am all set on diapers now! And the older kids in attendance stayed over and had a camp out down by the creek, cooking freshly caught chubs and air potatoes over an open fire (and then raiding the kitchen for snacks when they thought I wasn’t looking)!

armed and dangerous...

armed and dangerous…

Those are just a few of the bigger gifts that have blessed me as of late. Then there have been countless in-between moments that present themselves as truly wonderful gifts, too… The moments that awareness and recognition come to me in a flood and leave me in awe of this beautiful life.

Like the gift of curious little hands feeling my belly as the baby wiggles about. Then the gaping mouths and laughter.

Or the dry leaves showering down as the season turns toward autumn. Ground crispy and dry. Warm sunshine, but not stinging hot.

The gift of seeing my family glistening in the late afternoon light as they splash in the creek, reviving after a group effort firewood pick up. Inspired by the promise of marshmallows over a bonfire to repay all of their hard work.

Or gorgeous jeweled sweet potatoes being lifted from the earth. Warmth and sustenance for the winter. Especially in this year where the pantry shelves are mostly bare… but, yet, there is still so much bounty. 

I could continue. But a new day has dawned and there is a backhoe parked in the yard and today our root cellar project finally gets underway. Yet another gift. IMGP2084

 

 

savoring september

IMGP2079After breakfast this morning, I lingered at the table in the outdoor kitchen. There was a slight breeze blowing through the forest and a steady trickle of leaves fell to the ground. I watched, mesmerized. The days have still been hot this week, but we are expecting a drastic change in the weather in just a few days. Autumn is knocking on the door. True, it is my favorite season and I do not lament summer’s passing… but, truth be told, I am hanging on to each day right now. Savoring them. I am thoroughly enjoying the hours spent at the creek each afternoon, basking in the September sun and knitting a few rows on a project while the children swim and play. Or sitting in the flowing water and enjoying my extra buoyancy while the cool water removes excess heat from my body. I know that as soon as we have some cooler weather, the creek water will quickly become too cool for relaxed swimming and that will be that. We will move on to other activities and splashing in the creek will lose its appeal. I’ve not had enough creek-time this summer because of my broken leg and I suppose that right now I am making up for lost time.IMGP2070IMGP2058There’s something else, too. When this transitional month of September passes, the time will be ripe for us to welcome this new life that has been brewing in my belly these past eight months. While I am eager to finally meet this new soul, I am also in no hurry for my pregnancy to be over. I am one of those strange souls that really enjoy being pregnant. The mystery of it all is intoxicating. It leaves me in awe. So, I’m going to continue to savor these September days in whatever form they present themselves… and be thankful for these beautiful days that feel like a generous gift. IMGP2080