I think I love spring till summer comes in...
and I thought I didn't want summer to end till autumn rolls across the land...
and I'll probably like winter just a wee bit when it makes it's arrival too.
I love the changing seasons but fall, I gotta say it, is something else.
The crisp nights and early mornings.
A garden overflowing with deliciousness.
Baking full of cinnamon and spice and all things vegetable and fruit.
School and Bible study.
Long sleeve shirts and brown boots.
Yellow leaves and all things orange.
Gourds. Pumpkins. Sunflowers and Black Eyed Susans.
We have been in this small part of the world two full years this past Thanksgiving weekend. Time flies! Slowly this farm has become more and more "home-like". We've been working hard to make it feel warm and inviting, a place to come home to, a place to love and be loved. A place to find beauty and blessing.
For everyone those words mean something else, but for me a warm and loving home environment is of utmost importance. And it is home now. I am thoroughly used the sounds and blemishes of this 80's house, even the ever present coyotes don't bother me anymore. :) That's saying something;)
We are content.
This is what my days have been filled with - and we're enjoying them immensely.
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| Tomato soup for canning. |
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| We tried growing Atlantic Giants this year |
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| ...and then of course my sugar pie pumpkins. |
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| An average daily haul. |
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| Bread and butter pickles |
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| Pumpkin and pies. Family favourites |
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| Smor'es!! |
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| My baby bug - she keeps us laughing |
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| I'm trying to teacher Abby how to take selfies :) |






























