Friday, August 2, 2013

Real Life

I started reading a book last night and it talked about other people's impressions of our lives.  What people may see (or assume)in our lives on the outside is perfection, but real life happens.  I am as guilty as the next person.  I love to go through blogs or Pinterest to be inspired by others, and then what happens is discontentment in my own life or what I have been blessed with.  Hubby also got me thinking last night about enjoying what we have now.  Our dream is to move to a lake some day.  That maybe all it ever is, a dream.  Both of us come from families that are "planters". Our folks have both lived in the same houses for 40+ years.  This is our 3rd home and this probably will be it for us too, but, it still is fun to dream. Now I have been told that I always have it together.  I just have to laugh, because right now it is 10 a.m. and I am still in my p.j.'s. Don't get me wrong,  I have been up for hours, worked on 2 website and did some social media, got the littles breakfast, dressed and around, did outside animal chores (Yes, in my p.j.'s, oh, what the neighbors must think!) but sometimes my creative spirit gets in the way of things like showers and getting dressed. That's okay!

When I look at my life and all the stuff I have going on and have to accomplish, I often think about getting rid of things that are unnecessary.  The hand-spinning, fiber animals, crocheting, knitting, soap making, lost arts kind of things could all go.  But God created me to be, well, creative.  Look around at the beauty of the world, do you expect anything less from Him? But, to be able to accomplish all that I do, I sometimes slack on the everyday stuff.  So please don't ever stop by without warning me first (just kidding)! Just don't be surprised if this is some of the stuff you see from this wife, homeschool mom of 5, foster mom of 2, creative-overflow farm chick.

There is laundry on the table, the bed isn't made, toys on the floor, my desk is, desk, the last three pictures are our "spare 'oom" it doesn't typically look this bad, but I am sorting through curriculum to start homeschool in a couple of weeks and I only get chunks of time to do this right now.  One of those pile is papers for two of the older kids to get into the transcripts for last year.  Don't worry I will finish it before we start this year...maybe.  But I know where everything is!

I hope my Mom, or Mom-in-love doesn't see this, and I am sure Grandma Great is turning over in her grave right now.  Sorry Gram, but this is Real Life!

Friday on the Farm

August. Are you serious? Every summer I say this isn't going to happen and it does. Summer flies by. School will be starting in a few weeks.  Eldest will be heading back to college. I will be embarking on my 12th+ year of homeschool with a senior, junior, freshman, 7th grader and 2 preschoolers this year (fosters are still with us) I am scared in more ways than one. I realize that in 5 short years our homeschool adventure may be done. With the possible option of adopting again, I wonder if I can do this for...16 more years!!!  My son reminded me that God will make that possible, and I am learning to live day to day and not in "What if land".

Our garden seems to be in stand-still mode, as we went from 100 degree days that were unbearable to 60 and 70 degrees during the day and 40's at night!  We are picking beans and cukes and that is about it. I am still hopeful though.  There are hundreds of green tomatoes on the vines and summer isn't done yet.  I haven't canned anything yet, because we just aren't getting any big quantity of anything. I spent most of the first 6 weeks of summer with back issues that kept me down more than I ever care to be.  I am finally feeling human again and my canner is ready, so bring it on!

There are a lot of fun pictures to share with you this week.  Although you will only see the back of the littles (or their stinky feet;), Michigan has a rule about not putting photos of foster kids on line at all) they are still here and thriving.  I am amazed at our 2 year old foster son.  He came here 6 months ago, literally a blank canvas.  He has grown and blossomed in amazing ways and now is a masterpiece. Foster daughter is doing well also, although being a bit older and smart as whip, she gets caught up into the "stuff" more.  It sickens me to see how much "junk" we adults will allow into our lives even to the point of losing our children. The system is so broken (like everything else in this world) and re-unification with the parents is always first and foremost the goal.  The parents have few consequences to their actions and as long as they are following the rules for the time being, they can see their kids and eventually get them back. Not always a good fit, but everyone is happy and no one has over stepped their boundaries....yea right. My personal opinion is this; if you have gotten to the point where the broken system has had to step in, you don't deserve to have them back.  Sorry folks, I have been doing this long enough to know, most of the time selfish people don't change. And, if your children have to come to a strangers home to find love and safety because no responsible relative can be found, then there is a generational issue going on that goes much deeper.  

Off my soapbox and on to better things today!

Feeding the giraffes

Cool birds at zoo

Angora yarn drying

Some flowers at the farm

My boys like to climb on roofs...they don't get this from me.

Our "pool" garden

Eggplant slowly coming

Dirty, piggy, farm kid feet.  We are training them well.


Everyone got fresh bedding last night, the chickens are loving it.

Freedom Ranger meat birds are doing well

The kids have been weeding!

Rogue sunflowers from the birds seed 

Mama and daddy turkey

Strutting his stuff

Red delicious



Pears galore!

Something's up!

Aren't they cute?

Alex, still my fav.

Malachi...they don't like our dog at all, he was letting me know. 

Got grass? Santana

New baby here at the farm

She is laying on her second nest for the year. 

She hatched out 5 babies last week.

Aren't I cute?

More hay please?