it worked

new year sand hillsit never ceases to amaze me how it works.

the prayers pray.

the meditators meditate.

the sleepers sleep.

the fighters fight.

the lovers love.

the children play.

and, even as the flurries fly, the days grow steadily longer.new year sunset

the new year has arrived, once again.

it does not fail.

let’s put it to good use!

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

 

 

right now:: flash

most of the time our farm is lovely. we sit along the idyllic banks of the flat rock creek,  our bottom land offers us moisture in dry summers, a cool respite on the hottest days. alas, last monday she showed her strength, that flat rock did, and i am still a little shaky.

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it was about 6:00 pm on monday and we experienced a flash flood:  over 6 inches of rain fell in less than 30 minutes and the creek swelled in a way we had never seen. in this dramatic show of nature’s power, i felt desperate and giddy and thankful and tired simultaneously.

flood

these images probably have meaning only to those of you that know our farm and have meandered the bottoms along the flat rock creek. still, i feel compelled to share with all of you. now, in the wet aftermath, i have settled into thankfulness. all is well. fences will be repaired. crops will be replanted. today, the sun shines bright.