You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man! And here is where I live…Wouldn’t you like to live here? We had fun decoration gingerbread houses with friends the other day. It was such fun, and really got the kids thinking about geometry, architecture, engineering, landscaping. Am I being an obnoxious homeschool mom? There’s something to be learned in everything we do!! Really, though, it was fun to watch the kids’ brains ticking away as they watched their creation fall down, then planned on how to better construct it. Of course, there were those of us who merely tried to glue as much candy as possible together just for fun. The houses look yummy, but I’m not so sure how they would actually taste. That royal icing certainly dries like glue. Might taste like glue, too.
It was beautiful weather for our celebration!
corn cob toss…
Every year we have so much to give thanks for. This year, it was really impressed upon our hearts to be thankful for the mercies of God. Life, itself, is such a gift from our creator. Daily grace that covers our sins, unthinkable sacrifice, atonement. What precious gifts have been given to us, as believers, from our loving Father. We always, tritely I think, say a quick prayer of thanks for family, friends, health. It has been pressing heavily upon my heart this season, though, the awesome benevolence of our God. I am thankful for so much, so much that it leaves me speechless. So I leave you with few words, and only a few pictures of our day of fellowship with friends, giving thanks for all the good gifts from above.
A room filled with love… and people!
Indian tug of war…
We have this roller skating rink in town that we all think looks a little scary. I mean, it has a giant clown on the outside. Freaky, right? But you all know how we can’t say no to something that is a great deal, so when friends invited us to a “free skate” at this place we couldn’t say no. And, you know what? It’s not so weird inside. If you ignore the giant sized stuffed Raggedy Ann on the giant sized couch. It’s a lot brighter than many rinks I’ve been in. And Jeremie and I and the kids love roller skating. Even Roo does, apparently. What makes this place so fun is that there is an area with scooters, ramps and bikes, if you don’t want to skate. And there is a time when they let you take the bikes onto the rink for a few songs. Here’s Jack, just hanging out, watching the skaters. Sadly, Jeremie and I didn’t get to do a “couples skate” this time.;) But we all had fun nonetheless!
Before we moved to Tennessee we had never participated in 4H. What a resource it has turned out to be in our lives. Our extension agent is beyond busy, but she has exposed us to so much and taught us so much. Stuff we didn’t even know we didn’t know. Twice a month the girls take the horses to an indoor arena for horsemanship. They have improved their riding skills such that they get compliments from other “horse” people. And what a fabulous place to ride. Let me tell you a story about the man who owns this arena. He built it for his daughter, who is a barrel horse racer. Ever since she was younger and in 4H, he has welcomed the current 4Hers to use it whenever. He keeps a stocked fridge and has snacks every time. Once, years ago, all the parents were visiting and watching the kids ride. Mr. M, who owns the arena, noticed that a man was sitting in his car, watching the lessons. Mr. M walks over to find out why this man was being “snobby”, not visiting with the rest of the folks. Well, it turns out that this man was in a wheelchair and couldn’t navigate the rough terrain around the riding area. Mr. M tells him, “come back next time and we’ll have a place where you can come visit with the rest of us.” So he built a covered, enclosed kitchen/room with a smooth concrete floor, so the man could wheel himself inside and watch his child ride. This is the heart of the man that lets us use his arena. And we are so thankful. Mia serves as vice president of this 4H group. Each meeting she shares a Proverb and is responsible for leading the Pledge of Allegiance and the 4H pledge. And Susie is the bulletin board chair. So each month she decorates a bulletin board and displays it at the meetings. She has won a “champion” purple ribbon each month. Katie is the President of the other 4H group that we participate in. She runs the show with an iron fist. Keeping order. Teaching leadership. She’s wonderful for the job. In one 4H group we learn more about animals and agriculture. With the other group we are learning about space, comets, and astronauts. At the end of the year the kids will visit the Challenger Learning Center and perform activites simulating a real NASA mission. We are so thankful to have these 4H leaders in our lives willing to teach us new things. With all the things we are learning with 4H, I feel comfortable counting it as “school credit”!
Every year I have been planting my garlic on October 31. But this year I decided to check the farmer’s almanac to see what it had to say. November 22 was the recommended date for planting garlic. Hmmm…. Dare I wait that long? I think the waning moon, or is it the waxing moon? has something to do with growing larger and healthier root crops. So, chomping at the bit, I waited til the 22nd to plant. I put in 12 rows of 32 cloves. Hoping for a bumper crop. I planted a few different varieties. A strand native to Tennessee that was found growing wild but then cultivated for a few years. Music, always a favorite. Turkish Red. It was a beautiful day. I was actually outside in a tank top planting. There was a gentle rain the next afternoon. I think it was the perfect time for planting.
Planting garlic makes me HAPPY!!!
But then the funniest thing happened. As I was walking out of the garden, my hoe jumped up and attacked me. It cracked me on the head and made me see stars. Fiendish hoe.
You should see what the other guy looks like.
We are entering into the 2014 Deer Hunting Season. It started out with mild weather, soon to turn chilly. Tommy has been going out morning and evening. Jeremie, as his schedule allows. Jack, whenever he is allowed. Charlotte went this afternoon. Katie, as well. After sitting out for an hour, Jeremie spotted a buck. The buck soon passed to Katie’s side of the blind. Jeremie heard a “click” of Katie’s safety being released, signaling him that she had, indeed, also spotted the buck. One shot to the flank. As the deer falls, Tommy is heard cheering for his sister’s shot. The wound was so small, Katie thinks perhaps the deer died from a heart attack. But, no. There is a small hole in the flank. Dad guts it. Mom processes it. What a team. We are having guests to dinner tonight. Wonder how they feel about fresh venison?