I scroll through my pictures as I work on editing some of them and I realize I have a lot of pictures that I love, of life and details. The type of pictures that often ended up in my Monday posts.
I start to edit and save some of them and I dump them into a folder. It needs a name. My fingers run across my keyboard and I call it From the Farmhouse. The idea blossoms and bobs around like a topsy-turvy balloon. One of these days I will pop these pictures into a post with some general chit-chat.
The days skitter away as days have a habit of doing.
Today I find myself pulling up these pictures and taking a few moments to put them here.
I glance back through them.
We’ve gathered eggs for our neighbors. We’ve had rainy days. Several beautiful rains where the rain just comes straight down in a quiet serenade of splattering song.
The sunlight splashing in the window in the earliest of early evening gives a golden glow and catches my eye most days.
I’ve had new recipes to try and veggies to chop and cut. Their colors shine cheery on the counter as I measure and read and make a general mess.
Bright blooms and buds and blossoms have met me with a smile this spring and made me smile and snap pictures here and there around the farmhouse.
One of the little buildings here at the house has long needed some loving care and a facelift. These tiny-children-turned-teenagers painted the roof and my farmer man did the walls. I think the building shrugged its shoulders with a bit of pride and stands taller now in its shiny new coat.
Yellow, sweet tomatoes. They burst their juice around my mouth when I sink my teeth into them. Not only that, but they provide a sunny color to my farmhouse table.
Wildflowers in my wild, front lawn. Too wild to be called a lawn. A Kansas yard and Kansas grass fits the description better. But beauty there. Quiet and unaware. Blooming in the place they found to grow. A lesson there!
More eggs. I can’t resist the photo opp they offer!
My dearie girl.
This son of mine. He built a treehouse this spring. With some help from sister and some hours put in by a friend and a few directions from Dad. I so enjoyed looking out the window and watching him work. When did he learn to run a saw? Growing taller, shoulders broadening. I catch him trekking towards the woods, a load of lumber on those shoulders. It was a wonderful project for him. I add “Take pictures of treehouse” to my mental checklist. Thing is I’ve added it before and before. One of these days….
The treehouse was duly painted and sister made and hung curtains at the windows. I take a tour and I admire it all. A job well done.
Our house and a chicken recipe torn from a magazine to try. It was delicious!
New mugs. I ride along with farmer dear. He drops me off to run into a shop on Main Street while he goes and does his farm-y thing. The shop isn’t the bookstore I thought it was going to be, so I meander on and step through the door of a pottery shop. Inside I find shelves filled with creations and I find a story. This shop employs mentally handicapped people and gives them a creative outlet and a purpose. Each piece is hand-made. Each one has a tag attached with the picture and name of the artisan. One hundred percent of the sale of their pieces goes to them and helps them earn a living. I am enchanted with the idea and linger, looking at the artwork. Their workshop area is right there too and I see them working and chattering among themselves. I find two mugs to take home to my kiddos. An Owl and a mug that I tell Tucker looks like a Hobbit Mug!
M&M’s in glass. I like the contrast of my Candlewick salt cellars with the birch wood slices.
Glass and covered cake plates on my island. They bring me joy.
We have blue jays this spring. My Grandma used to chase them away because they are bossy birds and they kept other birds away that she liked better.
I like seeing them out my window. They are colorful and bright and they alight on my clothesline poles and look around with sharp eyes. I want to put up bird feeders. Someday.
We have two mama cats with kittens. They’ve just moved them though, and we don’t know where.
My roses bloom and we manage to plant a bit of garden. I would like to make some pickles and our salsa jars have emptied out and dwindled down to just a few.
I read this post and rejoice in God’s blessings.
I join in at Going Beyond for Fervent Fridays. Pray. Pray. Pray. With Fervency.
This week I make Chicken Alfredo Bake from over here. It was cheesy and delicious. I use gluten-free pasta and it’s perfect.
I also try this recipe from Hershey’s. Gluten-Free Hershey’s Perfectly Chocolate Chocolate Cake. I pair it with a gluten free white cake and I frost it with chocolate-y, fudgy frosting and it is delicious!
I pin some recipes. I’ve been trying my hand at pies, because these beautiful pies and cut-outs fascinate me. They’re so much fun.
My farmer works on combine and tractor and mows down some weeds and makes the place look nice. He trims some branches and picks up parts. He eats cake and Alfredo Bake.
We have a few strawberries from our neighbor’s patch and we enjoy the beautiful spring weather and cool temperatures.
Every good day.
These words are often in my mind and on my heart.
No guarantees in life.
I regret moments I miss out on and moments that I react in selfishness. Yet, I’m learning not to linger there in those.