Tuesday, June 24, 2014

One Month: Our Farm Adventure has really begun

It’s been one whole month since we moved here. I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around it still.
In some respects, it’s like we’ve been here forever and in others it’s still so new and unreal.
Making my childhood home, my parent’s house, into mine has been a balancing act.

Things seem slower here…. I don’t know if that’s because of the whirlwind weeks of packing and painting before the move, the fact that school is finished, that this is real country living or if it’s just still my ideal idea of what countrified living should be. Or perhaps still, it’s a mish-mash of all of the above.
Either way the wind blows on that- I am most content and enjoying a slower pace. The Mister and I often find ourselves working side by side then stopping and looking over all this beautiful land and we just can't believe how amazingly and abundantly God has answered our prayers for this home.


Frontview/ North side of Farmhouse. The main portion is a traditional four-square built sometime between 1876-1892.
By the time we made the move I was weary and worn down. My heart hurt for what I was leaving and all the boxes upon boxes of family life that still doesn’t have a place in this home and is still regaled to the barn. Yes, I was quite sad to leave the yellow house behind but I have found that I don’t really miss it. It has already become a memory in my mind, a part of my past. The family that owns it now cut down my Granny Smith Apple tree last week. The tree my very own Granny & Grandpa Smith (although I called her Gramma) gave to me in honor of my college graduation 20 years ago. Yes, that makes me sad. The tree was leaning just about sideways and we figured that since it had no sentimental value to the new owners that this would be the case. it gave us the biggest ever bumper crop of apples last fall. It’s one of the things I wish we could have taken with us when we moved. [That and Lu's Lilac we planted the spring after she was born.]

In my pantry are all that is left of that tree. Six jars of homemade applesauce made from those apples and from the apple tree at my mother-in-law’s home. I kinda don’t want to eat it and then again, I do. I want to set the table for a pretty celebration and celebrate the eating of those final jars of applesauce. Crazy, eh?


Front looking east. This small building was once a gas station. My parents turned it into a screened in porch after a tree fell & destroyed part of it. We are now re-configuring it into a little Mom & Pop apartment for my parents. My great grandfather ran this little gas station for 3.5 years, 1946-50, until the new highway was built a half mile north. He sold Gargoyle gas.
Standing in front yard looking Southwest at side yard and west field. Here you can see the swing set, part of the wood pile, the potting shed and part of the gardens.
West side of yard looking south. You can see the top of the barn and a portion of the south field.
West view of Farmhouse. The Mister and my Pop are putting in steps for me at the sliding glass door to the kitchen. The kitchen, pantry, bathroom and back porch were added in the 1920's.
We’re embracing this countrified farm life and all its freshness. Soon the newness will wear off, but who cares? I’m all about these moments- right here, right now and the capturing of them in my mind’s eye. Lets leave the future let downs to the future and enjoy this big, wide open, beautiful present. Like the big moon that hung low over the field last weekend. The thunderstorm that rolled across the horizon with the most amazing blazes of lightning last night. The steamy, sultry quality of the budding garden this morning…. The cackles of the chickens as they call to my son in the morning to come let them out of the coop. Loud family dinners served on the big dining table with places for all seven of us now that we’ve added my parents to the mix. Digging in the garden and planting new flowers. My kiddos wearing muck boots and grinning ear to ear as they do chores. The quiet night sounds that feel so over the top and special compared to the harsher sounds we were use to in town. How dark it gets at night without street lamps…. Can I just say how much I love these beautiful dark nights?!

Closer look at coop (and chicken tractor), potting shed, gardens and west field (which is just grass right now- contemplating getting some cows and putting them out to pasture there).
The old barn. When my parents moved here 33 years ago there were 8 outbuildings. Some weren't in very good shape. Now we have the station and the old barn. We hope to add a new barn next to this one- where the old large chicken coop use to sit. We like the idea of keeping the same footprint as it once was.
South view of Farmhouse. To the right is the kids playhouse made from materials we salvaged from tearing down dilapidated outbuildings.
We feel more at peace here. All five of us. Myself included. This is the fit for our family, of that I have no doubt. I love watching my husband work on the farm and begin to put into motion his vision for this place. I love the relaxed, contented look of him as he works out here. We don’t feel rushed or hurried, and yet we work harder than we did in town. Farming, even our wee little farm, takes muscles and sweat and real labor.
My head rests easier on my pillow at night. I still don’t have everything unpacked, in fact, we still don’t know how we’re going to fit everything in this space but I know we’ll find a way to make it work, make it do or soon find we really didn’t need it to begin with.

I still haven’t quite found my rhythm here…. My routine. But I don’t feel out of sorts about it either. Maybe I’m still recuperating from the big move or maybe I’m learning to embrace a slower way of life and accepting that the routine will develop in time. Since I’m not panicky about it, I tend to think it’s more the latter…. Which is another testament to God’s hand in all of this. At least once a day I find myself looking over this place, this home and it’s land and thanking Him profusely for his abundant and blessed provisions.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Free Printable: June's Menu Plan


Whoa! June has just about passed us by and I totally and completely forgot about adding the link to the menu page on the blog this month! So sorry.
Moving has definitely put a kink in my blogging.

Without further ado and without much month left: The June Menu Plan



And what's June without strawberries?

Here's two links to my favorite jam recipes on the blog:

Strawberry Freezer Jam
Strawberry Peach Freezer Jam




Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Leaving, Saying Good-bye and Amazingly Blessed

Ah.... new month, new home.

God is good.
And life is crazy.
And that's fine with me.

We're still getting settled here at the farm.
We got our internet hook up last Friday but things have just been too busy for posting.


We moved on May 24th with over 40 of our friends and family helping us- equipped with trucks, trailers, minivans and cars. We were able to move everything in a one trip caravan of vehicles- even the kiddos swing set/playscape! I still can't put into words what it meant to us to have so much help. My friends even cleaned the old house after everything was moved out. Cleaned it top to bottom! That in and of itself was such a gift to me!


And they didn't stop there- they unpacked the vehicles at the farm and then my friends began to help with the unpacking. A handful unpacked and set up my kitchen and pantry (even deep cleaned the freezer!) and a couple arranged the living room for actual living, made my bed and unpacked and arranged The Boy's room!

The best part of all.... our friends praying with us. Moving from the only home we've ever had as a family, our home of twenty years was difficult. Our friends took this into consideration and as we were almost done with the packing they gathered around us and prayed over us. How can I use my words to capture the feelings of having your loved ones encircle you and pray over you?! Prayers of praise and thanks for the wonderful home we were leaving, prayers of thanks for how God's hand was over the whole selling process, prayers for the new home we were making, prayers for the young couple that would  be moving into our old home, prayers for my heart as it ached- that God would be my comfort and remind me that all my memories and all I that love most was going with me..... prayers for blessings, peace, calm and contentment to be ours....

Dear readers, as I remember those prayers, sitting here ten days later, I am still undone and overwhelmed. How great is the Father's love for us that He would go before us and prepare the way, that he would send a large contingency of friends and family to come alongside us in this? That He would give us beautiful weather and no broken dishes? That I would lay my head on clean sheets in a neat and tidy room that first night and wake to an unpacked kitchen?
That He would love me so much so that He'd be in all the little details that He knows matter to me? Oh Lord, you quite simply undo me.


I cried many tears that day. Tears of sorrow and tears of joy. Tears from just being overwhelmed by the vastness of this undertaking and tears from seeing so many give of their time and talents to us..... I knew leaving that yellow townie farmhouse was going to be difficult but I never doubted that God wouldn't see clear to carry my sorrow and carry me through.

We went back on Monday to get the last few things from the carriage barn, for me to dig up a few of my plants and to painstakingly measure every little mark of our homemade growth chart on the door frame to our bedroom. The yellow house still tugged at me but there wasn't much strength behind the tug. I could tell God was helping us let go.


Before we left we prayed one more time in our home.... holding hands together in an empty, echoing dining room. Praying our thanks and praises for all God gave us in that home, for all we had learned and how we grew, praying for God to remain present there, for Him to bless the new owners and should they not truly know Him- that He would stir their hearts toward Himself.

We took our time praying and agreed together that God is unbelievably good.

Then we locked the door and walked away.


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Scarce, quiet and slightly crazy

This right here is my life right now....


We're moving next Saturday and I've got twelve rooms, an enclosed porch, basement and carriage barn/garage to pack.

So...... I'm gonna be scarce here for a little bit of a while.
I'll still be taking my weekly Embrace the Camera pictures but I'm not sure I'll be having time to put them on the blog until after we're moved. The way I figure it, we'll be playing a bit of catch-up  together in two to three weeks time.
And I'm looking forward to it.

Plus, I'll have some more farm project pictures to share with you all.
We finished painting the dining room and it looks gorgeous.
Here's a bit of a teaser for you- a before and in the midst of shot:


I also picked out a color and purchased the paint for the living room and sitting room. We won't get those painted until after the big move. I did, however, get the wallpaper scraped off the living room walls last night. So I'm feeling pretty accomplished. Unfortunately, I didn't take any really great "before" pictures of the living room with the wallpaper still up. And this has been my mama's house for 30+ years, so I'm not gonna go knocking her style or bashing on her wallpaper choices. I will say this though- should your wallpaper begin to come loose in spots, please oh please, don't superglue it back down. Just don't. 

Speaking of my mama, she's loving the changes we're making to the farmhouse. She's gaga over the new color in the dining room and how it makes that beautiful old built-in china cabinet pop! She's my greatest encourager in this process.

So.... I may pop in and share a photo or two if there's time and I'm wanting to but the reality will most likely be that this space will be quiet for the next 2-3 weeks while there's a whole lot of moving going on.

What an adventure this turning out to be!

There's a whole lotta crazy going on

The wait is just about over.
The move is on.

Our house closing for our beautiful yellow townie farmhouse is this week.
The full out, everything must go moving day is next weekend.

Friends, we've got some serious chaos going on here.

And I'm doing my best to oversee it all and hold on to my sanity at the same time.
Every room (save the kitchen) is in a state of upheaval. Boxes and papers and stuff is everywhere.

The photos and artwork and pretties are off the walls.
The house has an echo now.
It's no longer home..... and that does make me sad.




And at the same time, I am ohsovery ready for this next adventure- The Farm!
We are all just about bouncing off the walls excited about being at the farm full-time.

And yet this mama right here- she feels like she's got a foot planted in both places. One stuck at the yellow house and one already moved on to the farm.
Feels a bit like being split in two.

We moved our mower two weeks ago.
And now the lawn here needs to be mowed. It looks awful and I'm not handing this precious house over with such a scraggly lawn. I just can't do it.
The Mister says he'll figure something out. I know he will.

Someone stole our trash hopper last week and the waste company says it'll be a week to ten days before we get a new one..... do you know how much trash we're generating going through stuff here? Tons! This is NOT good timing.
I refuse to let it get to me. I know it's the little sticky spots where the devil is going to try and poke at me right now.... all those little details that can go wrong, that he can mess with and hope to use to mess with my mind.

I so don't want that to happen. I really don't want to have mommy melt-down in the middle of this move. We're practicing preventative maintenance because we know this type of stress is what leads to such melt downs. We're praying lots and my family is helping remind me to take breaks and have a quiet time to myself in the afternoons when possible.

Yesterday was one of those days.... I packed every single empty box we had on hand and it barely made a dent in the kitchen. We're still trying to do school here too and doing school and packing boxes is a bit more chaotic than I'd anticipated. I called my brother, asking for more boxes. He couldn't come until later. I knew this was a sign that I needed to rest and enter into some quiet time.

He brought me about a dozen boxes later that afternoon. The Mister brought home more boxes from work. And this morning, my dear childhood friend.... my oldest friendship in this life- she brought me over a half dozen or more large Rubbermaid containers. Just what I need for packing up and protecting our precious school books. 
That last bit of goodness just about did me in. She brought without me asking, without me knowing. She just knew I could use them for a time.

God is so good to me!

Even in the midst of this ordinary type of chaos, He's going ahead and providing for me. How can I not marvel at that?


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Week 26 {Embrace the Camera}: I am thankful

This week's photo was taken in the early morning as I sat in my kitchen sipping my coffee, fiddling with my new phone and just truly sitting back and enjoying this kitchen that I love so much.
I noticed my reflection in the phone and decided to try my hand at taking a selfie with my new fancy phone, especially after I saw the reflection of my homemade chalkboard in the background.


These words.... Psalm 119:114


I wrote that verse on that board ages ago.... and I haven't changed it because those words continue to change me...
and I need the reminder.
Constantly.

He is my quiet in the midst of the chaos of this house sale....

God has provided us with a place of quiet retreat and has continually renewed us during this process with encouragement from His Word.
I have always had a love for the Bible but as He has walked with us through this situation, I'm mining new riches from His Word and hungering for more.
I knew from the get-go this was going to be a time of testing for me and that it would be difficult and stressful and frustrating but it would also bring about good for me. I knew this was going to stretch me and I signed up for it all.
And while there have been lots of pieces of this process that I'd not choose to go through again, I'm glad for what it's all taught me, how God has really stretched me and ministered to me at my lowest moments.
I am thankful.

God is so very, very good.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

What I learned in April

Its the last day of April.... so I'm pausing a moment to reflect on what I learned this month.
I'm also jumping out of my bloggy comfort zone once again and sharing in a link up community whose home base is Emily Freeman's blog Chatting At The Sky.

1. Pink sweatshirts can be soft armor and warm hugs.
A shirt is just a shirt until it isn't. After my aunt passed my uncle asked us all to pick a sweatshirt from her collection to remember her by.... that was 15 years ago. I still have mine.


2. That as long as he's reading, I count it good. It doesn't have to be a school book or even a book at all..... I have a reluctant reader and sometimes it's hard to keep him on task and it's hard for me to maintain a good attitude and not get frustrated.... and sometimes it clicks and we make it work.



3. Counter tops aren't made to last forever. The counter top coating we painted on our kitchen counter two years ago isn't looking too spectacular but I'm okay with that. I like temporary fixes and remodeling projects done in phases.

4. I really like it when big projects get done. We finished the kiddos' rooms at the farm this week and the boy started moving stuff in. We're now to my favorite part- the decorating! We're working on some great stuff (thanks for the ideas, Pinterest) for their rooms. Can you say, gallery wall? 

5. A good haircut can make me feel like a new woman.
Amen.


6. And while waiting is often hard, good things come from it. Every time God makes me wait, the outcome is always better than I'd hoped for..... so, I'm anticipating the beautiful relief when this house sale, moving to the farm chaos is over..... and how it will feel to be in the midst of praising his answer to a prayer that was years and years in the praying.



Linking with Chatting At The Sky and a whole gaggle of other wonderful people sharing what they learned in April.

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