Micro Farm Fun

One of the Micro Farm critter additions we have most enjoyed are Blossom2's ducks.  She worked hard at the end of the school year and pushed through her end of the school year distractions. 

 

She was rewarded with this delightful pair of Khaki Campbells (a dual purpose breed).  Right now, Pongo & Perdita's sole purpose is prime entertainment. 

On one particularly hot Sunday, the Blossoms enjoyed swimming with the duckies. 

Mama propped up her feet and laughed out loud at their antics!!

 

Neato wings!

 

Don't get offended; let it roll off of you, like water off a duck's back!

Now, THAT'S country girl fun!

Summer Herb Hack

Hello friends!

Long ago, when I actually had cable, I liked to fold clothes and watch the Food Network.  I learned how to chop veggies chef-style AND I learned to incorporate more fresh herbs into our menu.  Considering that the clean clothing got folded at the same time, I call that a good situation. 

(Jake is not impressed with fresh herbs.  Bread or meat, on the other hand, he finds quite appealing.)

While I have incorporated more herbs into our menu, I still don't use a boatload of fresh herbs every day.  They always say to put them in a jar of water in the fridge.  Have you seen how gross the herbs get???

I have a better solution.  #mamalifehacks

1. Wash your fresh herbs.  I love to use my el cheapo Walmart Salad Spinner to get the excess water off. 

 

2. Drob your herbs, stems and all, in a Ziploc freezer bag.  Place in an easy to find location of your freezer.  (I may or may not know this from experience.  You'll use more herbs, when you can actually find the herbs.)

 

 

3. When you're cooking, whip out your bag.  Lop of a chunk, chop it and toss it in your dish.  If you see big stems, just grab 'em and pitch 'em. 

 

That's it.  My sister was the one that taught me this trick.  It works with Parsley, Cilantro (pictured), Dill, Basil, Mint and Oregano... maybe even others. 

 

Now, go on, rock out your best Giada impression. 

Real fruit, not fruity fruit

Seems to me that the quiet (single) guys get the "shaft," the Christian shaft.  I mean, a Christian guy who is quiet gets underestimated and undervalued.  He's the guy that has no drama in his life.  His loves his Mom, his brother (or sister) and his Dad.  He doesn't switch jobs.  He's faithful.  He gets along with his co-workers and occasionally has conversations uncovering the lack of logic in atheism and defending Christianity.  No one ever knows that because he doesn't rattle his jaws about it to everyone.  He helps out when somebody needs a hand.  He's generous.  He probably isn't a deacon in the church he attends.  In fact, it likely takes years for him to say more than a few words to folks in the church foyer.  And some folks assume (that's the key right there) that he isn't a Christian.  If you asked him, he'd tell you he was a believer.  (Ahem, your profession of faith matters. See Romans 12:9) You all know I'm married.  I've just basically described my husband before we were dating/courting and then married.  He's the most faithful and Godly man I know. 

I've also just illustrated the plight of some quiet single guys who are faithfully serving God.  (I'm aware that this is not always the case.  My statements are not meant to be blanket, but to unveil a sad misunderstanding within some churches today.)  A few zealous Christians think that because a young man doesn't subscribe to their particular pet convictions, he isn't saved!  And we know from Matthew 7:17 that we can tell by their fruit.  That's what says if people are serving our Lord. 

Matthew 7:17
"Every good tree bears good fruit,
but every bad tree bears bad fruit."

What I'm trying to point out is that some people's definition of fruit is off.

Fruit doesn't mean that someone testifies in church every week.  It doesn't mean that they agree with all your pet convictions.  It doesn't mean that (gasp) they are at the church building every time it's open.  It doesn't mean that they shout amen or dance in front of folks.  The best description of fruit is found in Galatians 5:22-23,

"The fruit of the Spirit is LOVE, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control"...

The true fruit of the Spirit happens in your private life, quietly, day after day. 

I encourage you young lades to look for fruit, not boastful, loud fruit, but the quiet steady kind that happens daily.  It will be the best clue to what life with that young man will be like, day in, day out, year after year. 

KD (Kitchen Duty)

I do love an orderly kitchen.  And, I'm training the Blossoms to love it too.  They've taken over all of the post-supper clean up.  That's mostly a good thing.  I usually retire to the adjoining living room, exhausted, to drop on the floor and play with Blossom4 and chat with Daddy.  It just seemed like they didn't quite know what to tackle first.  I'll admit that sometimes I don't either!  I typed this up and posted it on the fridge. 

Kitchen

1. Clear table.  (Push in chairs.)

2. Pack Daddy’s lunch.

3. Put away leftovers.

4. Load dishwasher.

5. Wash dishes.

6. Wipe table, counters and stove.

7. Sweep floor.

8. Turn off lights.

The Blossoms seem to be referencing it often.  Blossom1 and Blossom2 use it to direct Blossom3 more accurately so she doesn't suddenly disappear into the living room or stand in the middle of the kitchen floor daydreaming.  It's funny how something so simple can help young children work more efficiently. 

King's Redemption

"Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend." 

We arrived home last night to a neighbor's dog, harassing our chickens.  Our whole family joined in a rapid chase to rescue our precious "eggies" (egg-layers).  Although "King" has become slightly less beloved lately because of his propensity of taking advantage of small children, he proved his worth and mettle. 

 

When the flock panicked, King voluntarily became the decoy, leading the dog on a high-speed chase... and almost losing his life.  The dog had him, until King was able to wriggle free and find protective cover.  What an amazing display of self-sacrifice.  I had to eat my previous insults of "coward" (for intimidating small children) and "worthless."  He'd led the flock's greatest enemy far away from them, so they could live. 

With all hands on deck, we were finally able to catch the perpetrator and return him home safely. 

Then, (after some cuddles and praise from Blossom1 and the whole Blossom Bunch) King returned to the original spot of the chase and clucked and called to gather the thoroughly scattered hens.  Each one was eventually present and accounted for. 

What an amazing reminder of how God cares for us!  Jesus' life was sacrificed for our freedom from sin and its awful penalty.  And, then, when the flock (God's children) gets scattered, He has great compassion on us and gathers us to Himself. 

Nature, once again, reminds us of the Gospel - the Good News to us.