We have been enjoying wonderful, drenching rains for the past couple weeks. Leaving our yard a muddy mess. But bringing forth green in the garden! Here are some pictures of what’s growing out there..
Not the musical kind.
The interesting, call it science kind.
The I love summer and catching things kind.
The I never want to come inside, I need another container kind.
It’s the story of my life. Little ones crowded into bed with me. Kicking, sweating, pulling my ear, squirming to get closer, closer. Last night Jack was in my bed with his head on Jeremie’s belly, his legs kicking into me. Effectively making our bodies into the letter “H”. Then he wakes groggily, yelling that there just isn’t enough room in this bed!!! Little character was still 90% alseep. I don’t think I’ve slept well in 17 years. No wonder Momma gets a little cranked sometimes!
With spring rains, comes mud and lots of it. Maneuvering around our playset, trampoline, bikes, and random junk in the yard is not an easy feat. Made harder still by the low spots of slick mud that occur after a hard rain. Our horse trailer will be stuck in the backyard til the ground dries up. Fortunately, Jeremie got the van out. Even in time for us to get to church on time for Good Friday. Reminds me of the parable in Matthew about the man pulling his sheep out of the mud pit on the Sabbath (not that we think Friday is the sabbath).
“A 15-ounce alloy containing 30% gold was mixed with an alloy containing 5% gold to get an alloy containing 20% gold. How many ounces of the 5% alloy were used?”
I had been teaching algebra for over an hour. Kids were asking for snacks. Others were working on crafting projects nearby. Babies were muddy. I was beat. In steps Jeremie to take over the math lesson. Leaving me free to cut paper for a display board with another child. Ahhh!!! What a beautiful thing, this homeschooling is. Dad teaches math, Mom cuts paper. We all have our forte’ don’t we?
We have hauled the wagons out of the barn and brushed off the cobwebs. Because this last weekend the trucks came and delivered three loads of wood chips!!! My heart goes pitter-patter when I hear those truck engines in my driveway. We had them dump one load by the garden and the other two loads in the orchard. We had a pile of chips there from a couple months ago, so we now have a total of three loads spread on the ground. It’s like a drop in the bucket. But there are still crews working locally, so we have hopes for more! We have sent warm brownies, fresh steaming rolls, and chocolate covered almonds back with the crew to thank them. I have cinnamon rolls with their names on them, if I can get a couple more loads! In the area of the orchard that is not covered in chips yet, Jeremie has decided to run the pigs. They are nature’s best roto-tillers. They will root up all that nasty bermuda grass that plagues us. And I’m hoping they will root up all the grubs, that later turn into Japanese beetles, that have over wintered in the ground. Pigs love bugs and grubs. Putting our pork to work!