August means it’s time to do a lot of things. It’s time to harvest saw palmetto berries. It’s time to harvest grapes. It’s time to rake the pond of the crazy amount of algae that grows there. It’s time to dream of much, much cooler weather while we’re doing all of this outdoor tasks. And it’s time to plan the fall garden.
We’ve been in our house for almost two years, but I keep finding new and exciting things around our property. At the end of spring, the blackberries were everywhere. We had so much fun finding their plants (which are not bushes here in Florida) and picking the berries. They were everywhere!
I don’t want to sound over dramatic here, but this recipe is amazing! AMAZING! As I was paying for groceries one day, the cashier commented on the spaghetti squash I was buying. She said, “Oh, are you going to eat this with bacon?” I wasn’t, but then my mind started working. Working on something delicious…
This week blessings are abundant in our house. Each time we have a baby, I spend a lot of time in prayer over that child. I pray for many things. I pray that he or she will be kind and courageous. I pray for a loving spirit. I pray that this person will develop a heart after God’s – that he or she will seek Him and will genuinely love and desire to follow the Lord. I pray many more things, but that last one is my heart’s biggest desire for my children. Life can be difficult, but life is also very short. Eternity is what should consume our thoughts. Every part of our lives should be focused on what comes after this temporary time on this earth.
I spend a lot of time teaching our children about following Christ. We learn this at church. We learn this in prayer at home. We teach them by modeling our beliefs. We talk about these things a lot.
Despite our dairy allergies, this Alfredo sauce receives a unanimous thumbs up in our house. So, here’s a fantastic recipe for you.
My mind is filled with lesson plans. Books and papers, reading materials and math games, co-op schedules and daily rhythms are whirling around in my head. Tomorrow begins our first day back to school after our break.
Very early in the morning, when many kids are still asleep, mine are creeping quietly around the house. I am woken by whispers and the occasional clanking of dishes. And then, a little face will whisper ever so closely to mine, “Mama, come out and see.”
And in the still of the morning, I come out to see what has been happening. My sweet little girls have made breakfast. Scrambled eggs, fruit, sometimes toast or left over banana bread will be waiting on the set table in serving dishes. Three times in the last month I have woken up to this special treat.
This year we planted popcorn. I have always wanted to plant popcorn and because of it’s location in the garden, the chickens left it alone….one of the only things they left alone. Last week we harvested the corn. We didn’t have many ears and they didn’t get very big, but that didn’t matter to us. It was exciting enough just to successfully grow popcorn!
This Father’s Day is bittersweet for me. I’m so grateful for my husband. He is a wonderful dad to our kids. I’m thankful that they have him as a role model and to give them those good snugly hugs that only a daddy can give. He works hard for them and plays hard with them. I am also appreciative of the example he shows them as a husband. He is teaching our daughters how they should be treated by the man they marry and what to look for in a husband later. And our son is learning how to be a husband–how to treat his wife. He is also learning how to be a dad and a man of God. I’m thankful for this man. He is loving, kind, and gentle.
Reed turned three yesterday (Oh dear, my sweet baby boy….No! Hold it together, Christy!), and for his party theme he chose trains. At first I wasn’t sure if I could manage a piñata for this party…but then it came to me. Boxes. Boxes are the key.