(picking apples)

 

 

My husband and I took the kids apple picking today.  As you can see, our youngest is enjoying his first time picking apples.  You might wonder what happened to his blue jeans–well, he got a hold of a crayon when we were traveling in the van.  Guess he was bored just sitting in his carseat and decided to embellish his pants.  When I turned around and saw what he was doing I said, “NO! Don’t do that!” and he got startled and cried like I had broken his heart.  You gotta wonder sometimes—do these babies just not know something is wrong until they get caught at it the first time??

An armful of apples from bright brown eyes.

I took this picture during the tractor ride:

Anyway, it was a gorgeous day for apples, cider, and donuts.  We enjoyed our sweet children.  I loved how D put his apples in his hat–no putting them in the communal 1/2 bushel bags for him!  And C, with his three apples, eating them all at once!  J and E shined and shined their apples before they ate them.  And Daughter was so focused, she just had to get those apples picked!

Later on, this evening, I gave my daughter her first apple peeling lesson and we made a pot of applesauce. 

Sorry about the large size of the pictures.  Once again, I have exceeded my uploads for the month and had to use photobucket. 

Well, this mama is tired so off to bed I go.  Good night!  Sweet dreams!

 

I found this poem this morning and it made me cry.  So often I feel guilty because I’m not “doing more”.  In my heart, I know what I do at home is the most important thing. 

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A MISSIONARY’S VISION 

After marriage God called me to the mission field –
A little bundle needing all my care,
A disciple in touch with my life, obedient to all he hears.
Then came some more all in a row.
Everywhere I went, six little arrows in tow.
God had to call me again to His mission field.
I answered, “To China, to Africa, to Israel, oh where?”
His voice was clear, soft and gentle. My ministry arranged –
“My child, you are to polish our arrows,
Preparing them for My call to spread my
Words of life for other nations to see.”
“Lord,” I cried, “Loneliness surrounds my soul,
No other woman stands with me answering your call.
The sacrifice is great.”
Women give way to another’s voice, pulling them away
from their home, far from the quiver.”
Once more I pleaded, “May I go too, Lord, I feel the call
To share with the lost, Life giving words,
To feed the hungry a satisfying meal.”
“My child,” Jesus replied, “You share with your
children salvation and truth.
Feed them meals under your roof.
Discipline them, train them and then lie down in peace,
For sacrificial love have you given to make the world right.
Arise in the morning, open My book,
Teach them into My eyes they must look.”
“Yes, Lord, I replied, “But should I serve you in a more
obvious way?”
“Child, my sweet child,” God spoke once more.
I anointed you to do this work – the high calling of Motherhood.
To show our children the need for my love.”
“Lord,”, I sought out, still not fully convinced,
“Should I sew for those in thread barren clothes,
a Dorcas, a Martha?” “Sit at my feet, my child, listen to me.
Your daughter needs dresses, your sons warm shirts,
The button of your husband’s coat still lies on the table. Pick up your mantle, the rod of Aaron.
Lead my women back to their home.
“Yes, Lord.” Filled and content, I took my position in God’s mission field.
Hungry faces graced my bedside.
Clothed in God’s mantle, children at my side,
I prepared breakfast.

By PAULA MULLER

 

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“. . . .teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,

to be descreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands,

that the word of God be not blasphemed.”  Titus 2:3-5

 

A Poem for You

If I knew it would be the last time
that I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I’d walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and then run back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say “I love you,”
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there’s always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say “I love you,”
And certainly there’s another chance
to say our “Anything I can do?”
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll surely regret the day,
That you didn’t take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you’ll always hold them dear
Take time to say “I’m sorry,” “Thank you,”
“Please forgive me,” or “It’s okay.”
And if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll have no regrets about today.

Author Unknown

5 is nice

It’s hard to believe you are 5 years old today.

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The other day you and I walked to the mailbox together.  We were holding hands and you said, “I wonder if there will be something for me?”  There certainly was something for you!  It was a Birthday card from your Uncle David.

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 You were so pleased to open your card.

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It took a little bit of effort.  Sometimes the envelopes are tricky.

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You were happy to see a Robot card.  Uncle David always picks the best ones.

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Wow, you found 5 dollars in it!  5 is nice.

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Brother Ethan took your card and read it to you.  You liked looking at your money, but I could tell that you were listening to Ethan, too.

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I was glad I was taking pictures.  You and Ethan are good brothers.  Wasn’t it nice of him to read to you?

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Every angle of the 5 dollar bill is interesting.

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This is my favorite picture.  You looked at me so sweetly.  You were asking, with your eyes, “See, Mama?”

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Then, this next moment, you thought, “Yep, she saw.  She’s happy and so I’m even happier.”  I like to see your smile.

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Just a few simple moments of my day.  A couple handsome boys, a birthday card and 5 dollars.

5 is nice.

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Happy 5th Birthday to our little son.

And, here is a fact about his birth:

He was our biggest baby!

7 pounds and 3 oz.

 

in the middle of last night, and this morning

All of a sudden I woke up.  The room was dark but our closet light was on.  My husband, Rich, was getting dressed for work.  I was startled, “What time is it?”  “It’s okay, honey, go back to sleep”, he said.  After he left I tossed and turned, wide awake.  I got up to check the time.

It was 2 a.m.

Why?  Why did he go to work in the middle of the night?  I went back to bed and tossed and turned for an hour.  I got back up at 3 and called Rich.  It turned out that he couldn’t sleep and decided he may as well go to work.  *deep, deep, sighing* on my part.  After we got off the phone I actually went online for a little while, then ate a snack and went back to bed with a book.  At about 4, I fell asleep.  6:30, and Caleb’s noises, came all too soon.

As I stumbled out to the couch and put Jacob and Ethan in charge of pouring Caleb’s cereal, I felt terrible.  I don’t think I felt that tired since Caleb was a week old!

Oh well, what to do?  I drank a couple mugs of coffee and ate a bowl of Cheerios.  Then, I wandered around the house and yard with my camera.  Just counting my blessings.

 

Patches is always tired after a night of prowling.

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Caleb found another marker.  He loves to draw on himself.  I gave him a bath this morning to make him sweet and clean again.

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When I went upstairs, I found Jacob, Ethan, and Grace drawing.  They draw figures and vehicles, all kinds, and cut them out.  We have stacks of original art by them.  They are quite industrious about it.

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Here is David, just after he woke up.  He still has sleepy eyes.

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Our coffee table is currently covered in Thomas the Tank Engine stickers.  (Caleb)

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Decorating for fall.

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The zinnias are still growing.

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I like to tuck the boy’s trucks and tractors right in my flower beds.

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I found these buttery handprints on the porch steps.

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Maybe I will sit here later?

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After his bath, Caleb spent some time looking at Mama’s blog.  I love that little tongue and his little finger spinning the mouse dial.  Imagine a 2 year old learning the computer already!

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Some artwork by little hands.  David drew this picture.

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A reminder to live simply, to cherish the little things in life.

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An inspiring (to me) quote for homemakers:

“Across the years, the old home and its love called to me
and memories of sweet words of counsel came flooding back.
I realized that all my life the teachings of those early days
have influenced me and the example set by father and mother
has been something I have tried to follow, with failures
here and there, with rebellion at times, but always coming
back to it as the compass needle to the star.
So much depends on the homemakers.  I sometimes
wonder if they are so busy now, with other things, that they
are forgetting the importance of this special work.

Nothing can ever take the place of this early home influence
and, as it does not depend upon externals, it may be the
possession of the poor as well as the rich,
a heritage from all fathers and mothers to their children.”

Laura Ingalls Wilder

(something I read in the middle of last night!)

 

I talked to Rich not long ago.  I called to tell him that he has already put his 8 hours in, and to come home.  He had to leave a meeting to take my call and he told me that there was an emergency at work and that he wanted me to pray.  It’s a long story, it’s a business crisis that doesn’t involve anyone’s life or death–but will make Rich’s day at work a long, long, stressful one.  I am uneasy here at home, concerned about how much he puts of himself into his job, and knowing that he will be tired when he returns home to us.

And, I am here at home with the little ones.  After I post this, I will start on our day of school.  I will try my best, with God’s help and power, to get through my day with love and gratitude in my heart, even though I am so very tired!

Have a lovely day, friends!

 

 

 

this one's for the birds

I took these photos at my parent’s house almost 2 months ago.  They keep a plate of birdseed on the porch because if the seed is in a feeder, a bear will come to eat it!  It’s relaxing to sit and rock on the porch and watch the bird activity.  These little creatures make me happy.

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Sweet, sweet, sweet!  O happy that I am!

(Listen to the meadow-larks, across the fields that sing!)

Sweet, sweet, sweet!  O subtle breath of balm,

O winds that blow, O buds that grow, O rapture of the spring!

Sweet, sweet, sweet!  O happy world that is!

Dear heart, I hear across the fields my mateling pipe and call

Sweet, sweet, sweet!  O world so full of bliss,

For life is love, the world is love, and love is over all!

Ina Coolbrith

 

We are schooling this morning.  The children have been so productive that they’re having a little break while I write.  Jacob is playing with Caleb and the other three are outside.  Ethan recently came in and gave me a beautiful fall bouquet of goldenrod and other fall flowers.  He said that he almost was stung as he picked them.  I love it when the children pick me flowers and always take time to sincerely thank them and put them in a pretty vase.

I think fall cleaning is in my blood because I have an uncontrollable urge to sort and organize.  I started on David and Caleb’s room this morning, although it does make me sad to fold away little clothes that don’t fit “the baby” anymore.  I filled up one big bag to give away.  Also, what to do with all the baby blankets?  Most of them are handmade.  Well, Grace’s room is next.  Then Jacob and Ethan’s room. 

Also, most of the toys in this house have to go.  If we had less, I would spend less time cleaning (and the children would have less time cleaning).  It’s hard to get rid of toys, but we have so much that it has become necessary.  Please hold me accountable!  Give me a week. 

I wish you could see the view from my porch in real life.  The leaves are turning brilliantly red and orange.  It reminds me of a little song that I was taught in Kindergarten.  My dad still remembers it.  I think he must have thought it was cute when he heard me sing it for the first time so many years ago.

Leaves are falling gently

to the ground.

Red and orange and yellow

falling falling down.

 

 See, just a small little song, but part of me!  I sing it to the children every fall.

Thank you for your kindness to me here.  Enjoy the beauty of your day–

first day of fall

 

Hello to my dear xanga friends!  Well, today is a day to celebrate—the first day of fall, my favorite season.  The colors are bright, the sun is liquid and pure, the air smells delicious, and the leaves are changing.  It’s time for apple cider, donuts, caramel apples, and stew.  Time to get out the sweaters, start wearing the darker colors and cozy up in our favorite warm blankets.  *Happy sigh*

Thanks so much for all the friendly comments to my last post.  I had so much fun putting that together.  I love that song, my high school best friend and I used to sing it in 2 part harmony–it was “our song”.  My grandma, who is now in heaven, taught me all 3 verses.  Now I enjoy singing it to the children.

I like my blog to represent my whole life–not only do I love my family with a passion, but first and foremost I love my Saviour with a passion.  I am so thankful that Jesus found me and saved me and that I am His own.  I’ve been saved since I was 6 years old and I sincerely love and follow after Him; my God, my Lord, Saviour, and Friend.  Reading His Word is a delight just like these verses say so well:

 

The law of the Lord is perfect,

converting the soul:

the testimony of the Lord is sure,

making wise the simple.

The statutes of the Lord are right,

rejoicing the heart:

the commandment of the Lord is pure,

enlightening the eyes.

The fear of the Lord is clean,

enduring forever:

the judgments of the Lord are true

and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold,

yea, than much fine gold:

sweeter also than the honey and the honeycomb.

Psalm 19:7-10

 

And, here is a photo that I took yesterday when I went for a walk:

Goldenrod

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More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: 

sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

 

A Lullaby for you

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my little ones sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

By Alfred Tennyson

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This evening my husband and I sat in lawn chairs right at the edge of one of our ponds (the little one). I had our 4 year old son, David, on my lap. The other children were busy playing around us. The sky darkened and we could see the moon shining brightly. Two moons; one was in the sky and one was on the water. David giggled because when we threw a stone in the pond the “moon on the water bounced”. It was a lovely evening full of the sounds of our loved ones, the night-time peepers, and the smell of concord grapes.

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