It is so fun to start seeing the leaves turn everywhere and the mountains turn red. I have a tree in my backyard that has bright green, yellow, orange and red all mixed in on the same tree! I know, it's picture time.
The garden is shamefully overgrown, but it's at the end, so I don't feel so bad. The squash are all wrapping up, still lots of tomatoes coming on. After 5 days ignoring the garden I found zucchinis the size of small children. Sadly, some corn is going to waste, but I might make corn bread out of it. Some melons are still coming on too.
I canned 23 quarts of peaches on Monday night, was up until 1:30 a.m. with my mom (thanks, mom!). Thanks also to my aunt who got them for me from a farm in Provo. Diane, you were right, canning is way easier than I thought.
This weekend I will finally get to the plum jam, they're all picked and pitted and in the fridge. I picked my last fruit tree this week--the pears, and will be canning them also this weekend hopefully. David has planned to finally get the chicken coop run done (complete with top) so the free-range days will be over.
And guess what I found in the coop today!? Eggs! 9 or so. I thought they'd wait until spring, but apparently they'll do a bit already. Wow. The coop needs cleaning out and the nests especially, which are basically full of dried poop--it will be great for the garden, though.
I SO need a tractor.
Work is going great, we have monthly reviews there--crazy, huh?-- and everyone is happy with me. But every day it is more clear that me being gone all day is just not working for the family, Noah especially, but Lucy for sure and even Ben and Sophie have issues. And while tons of people work and say, "They'll get used to it." I think, "Do I want them to get used to the idea that I won't be here for them?"
I am praying very hard that my work will be flexible with me after the new year and let me work from home half time. I know my kids well and I don't have to wait for someone to have a breakdown or need therapy before I can see that it is not in their best interest to have this situation long term.
Still, I love the job, I need the money, and I hope to stay there a good long time, so let's hope they'll work with me.
Dave's pro bono job is going well, but he already is looking forward to the day that he'll have one job and not two. We are stressed about the bar and related matters, but it looks like they may be hiring next year, so if we can get the bar thing done, I think his chances are good. I can't go into much detail, but I really need your prayers here.
Singing like crazy--the concert is Oct 18th and I have practices two nights a week until then. I also started lessons with the conductor's wife--totally a coincidence, I'd asked her about taking me on before I even knew about the choir, she's a U of U voice professor. She was wonderful and supportive and seemed very hopeful that I could get my game back on. I go during lunch, so I have to skip the workout every other Thursday.
Things are good, but the house is totally falling to pieces. What a state things are in!
Well, off to bed!
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Thursday, October 2, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Fathers' Day
Because yesterday was Fathers' Day, in our house that means I have to do whatever David wants, so last night that meant watching Dark Shadows with him and not blogging.
Saturday should have involved more weeding than it did, but definitely some gardening was done, and I have many mosquito bites to prove how late it was when I finally had to go in from lack of light.
I'll take some pics of the plants and chickens soon--they are both growing like crazy. Now it is finally heating up I think they'll grow faster. The potatoes are defintely the biggest, although the Yukon Golds are not so prolific as the red and russet.
I learned the "grape" vines I found and put on the rameumptom, as well as others I thought may be grapes around our fence are all creeping virginia--that look like grape vines when dormant, and do set berries (for use by the birds). It looks like it will be very pretty in fall. We have tons of some kind of mint, which I suspected was catnip and was right, I so wish it was spearmint!
I'm planting a lot of corn, and with all the flooding in the midwest, I'm glad about it. However, my first planting several weeks ago I thought I was smarter than the instructions. I hate thinning, it feels like such a waste, so I just planted one every foot, like they are supposed to end up. Well, I later read that corn has a low germination rate, plus I think some robins got to them just after planting, so I ended up with 10 plants in my 10 x 4 area in the West garden. This is bad for pollination, which I'll have to do by hand now. I very carefully transplanted them into a group (they were spread over the patch) and replanted more, 4-6" apart this time as instructed, and as I did in the big garden. I need to quit thinking I know better in things.
For Fathers' Day, I'd spent the week doing a very homey cross-stitch pillow for David's present. I'll have to take a picture, but it was a reference to an inside joke between us about the Book of Mormon story of the great missionary Ammon in Alma 18-19, where King Lamoni is converted and collapses, overwhelmed by the Spirit and what he's heard.
1 And it came to pass that after two days and two nights they were about to take his body and lay it in a sepulchre, which they had made for the purpose of burying their dead.
2 Now the queen having heard of the fame of Ammon, therefore she sent and desired that he should come in unto her.
3 And it came to pass that Ammon did as he was commanded, and went in unto the queen, and desired to know what she would that he should do.
4 And she said unto him: The servants of my husband have made it known unto me that thou art a prophet of a holy God, and that thou hast power to do many mighty works in his name;
5 Therefore, if this is the case, I would that ye should go in and see my husband, for he has been laid upon his bed for the space of two days and two nights; and some say that he is not dead, but others say that he is dead and that he stinketh, and that he ought to be placed in the sepulchre; but as for myself, to me he doth not stink.
You can finish the story here - but David has always thought this was the sweetest love story, that everyone else thinks he stinks except his wife. He applies the scriptures to himself. The pillow says in my neatest cross stitch possible since I haven't done it since the 7th grade:
Yesterday we went up to my in-laws ward because my Paw-in-law was speaking in church and I was asked to sing "O My Father." (click for history) Earlier in the week I found out the original tune Eliza Snow had chosen was "Gentle Annie" by Stephen Foster, so I found an SATB version at Day Murray Music and sang that version--everyone seemed to really enjoy it, it has that sweet, "Shenandoah Valley" vibe to it. You can hear a clip here of what I sang, if you click the second track--this whole CD is highly recommended.
We had a BBQ with David's parents and sibs and it was all very pleasant. My Paw-in-law is my only Paw, and he's a good one.
Happy Fathers Day to my sweet man. To me he doth not stink.
Saturday should have involved more weeding than it did, but definitely some gardening was done, and I have many mosquito bites to prove how late it was when I finally had to go in from lack of light.
I'll take some pics of the plants and chickens soon--they are both growing like crazy. Now it is finally heating up I think they'll grow faster. The potatoes are defintely the biggest, although the Yukon Golds are not so prolific as the red and russet.
I learned the "grape" vines I found and put on the rameumptom, as well as others I thought may be grapes around our fence are all creeping virginia--that look like grape vines when dormant, and do set berries (for use by the birds). It looks like it will be very pretty in fall. We have tons of some kind of mint, which I suspected was catnip and was right, I so wish it was spearmint!
I'm planting a lot of corn, and with all the flooding in the midwest, I'm glad about it. However, my first planting several weeks ago I thought I was smarter than the instructions. I hate thinning, it feels like such a waste, so I just planted one every foot, like they are supposed to end up. Well, I later read that corn has a low germination rate, plus I think some robins got to them just after planting, so I ended up with 10 plants in my 10 x 4 area in the West garden. This is bad for pollination, which I'll have to do by hand now. I very carefully transplanted them into a group (they were spread over the patch) and replanted more, 4-6" apart this time as instructed, and as I did in the big garden. I need to quit thinking I know better in things.
For Fathers' Day, I'd spent the week doing a very homey cross-stitch pillow for David's present. I'll have to take a picture, but it was a reference to an inside joke between us about the Book of Mormon story of the great missionary Ammon in Alma 18-19, where King Lamoni is converted and collapses, overwhelmed by the Spirit and what he's heard.
1 And it came to pass that after two days and two nights they were about to take his body and lay it in a sepulchre, which they had made for the purpose of burying their dead.
2 Now the queen having heard of the fame of Ammon, therefore she sent and desired that he should come in unto her.
3 And it came to pass that Ammon did as he was commanded, and went in unto the queen, and desired to know what she would that he should do.
4 And she said unto him: The servants of my husband have made it known unto me that thou art a prophet of a holy God, and that thou hast power to do many mighty works in his name;
5 Therefore, if this is the case, I would that ye should go in and see my husband, for he has been laid upon his bed for the space of two days and two nights; and some say that he is not dead, but others say that he is dead and that he stinketh, and that he ought to be placed in the sepulchre; but as for myself, to me he doth not stink.
You can finish the story here - but David has always thought this was the sweetest love story, that everyone else thinks he stinks except his wife. He applies the scriptures to himself. The pillow says in my neatest cross stitch possible since I haven't done it since the 7th grade:
To me he doth not stink . . .
Yesterday we went up to my in-laws ward because my Paw-in-law was speaking in church and I was asked to sing "O My Father." (click for history) Earlier in the week I found out the original tune Eliza Snow had chosen was "Gentle Annie" by Stephen Foster, so I found an SATB version at Day Murray Music and sang that version--everyone seemed to really enjoy it, it has that sweet, "Shenandoah Valley" vibe to it. You can hear a clip here of what I sang, if you click the second track--this whole CD is highly recommended.
We had a BBQ with David's parents and sibs and it was all very pleasant. My Paw-in-law is my only Paw, and he's a good one.
Happy Fathers Day to my sweet man. To me he doth not stink.
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