Memoir Monday {No. 65}

 Photo evidence of events of the week…

Tucker’s tree blooming!

Getting familiar with sprayer and settings and lots of details to figure out. All above my head. I just took pictures.

Two cuddly puppies.

The big one was mine when I was young. I fell in love with his droopy eyes and bought him with my own money and brought him home from COSI with me. His name on his tag was Baxter and that’s what I called him.

Then when he met my kiddos and they loved and played with him, my son dubbed him, Pokey.

The little fluffball is Sugar.

Milestone of remembrance for Renae last week. She celebrated five years of keeping a journal!

Galatians 5:9

A little yeast works through the whole batch of dough.

And this might happen if the cook is absent from the kitchen toooo long.

Little wagon tried sooooooooo hard….it looks completely frazzled.

Returning home from taxi-driving for the farmer and I was met by my son snapping my picture from the other end of the room. So, I struck a pose.

Time to mail Easter greetings and pictures.

I love fun stationery stuff. Pretty notecards and stickers and pens and markers. I love browsing through an Office Supply store. #geeky ~ I know. {I’ve never been the athletic type.}

New area worked up by the sidewalk.

 

I listened to this song by Paul Overstreet this past week. I love the heart of it so much.

We recently acquired two new cats to the farm and on Friday one of them had kittens! I should probably have a CATS category on my blog.

Matthew has been sick. As in no-fun-yuck-feel-bad sick. He keeps going and doing. He says he feels bad either way. He looked terrible Friday night. To put it bluntly. He’s had a sore throat and a cough that won’t quit. I’ve not seen him this sick for a while. Say a prayer for him to heal, please!

Matthew’s Dad has also had some health issues going on. His hands and feet are numb and he’s been to some dr. appointments and has a couple more, soon. They think there is a nerve/nerves? pinched in his neck and this is where the trouble is originating. Hoping and praying for some answers and solutions for him.

We watched some of Anne of Green Gables. I’d been hankering to watch it again. Anne is the best. And I so love Matthew. In the book and in the movie. And Mrs. Rachel Lynde~oh my. sigh…haven’t we all met someone similar at some point in time??? 😉

Glancing out the window on a beautiful spring evening and watching the children bounce basketballs and shoot baskets.

Farmtrip errand with my son to pick up parts. We had a nice drive and listened to the audiobook The Boy From the Ranch written by Frank Webster and read by Uncle Rick. I’d not listened to it before, at least not all of it. My son had heard it numerous times. It was an exciting story and Uncle Rick does an interesting and fun reading.

I sat on the porch and watched the loader tractor and driver move the pile of dirt that’d been in the yard from digging out for the sidewalk. I wished I had my camera, but was too lazy to go get it.

There was sprayer work and tarp and trailer work and irrigation lane work on the farm.

I am dogged by butterflies. I had such a good chuckle. I put some pictures in my children’s picture books and flipped through them for a few minutes. I came to my baby boy’s six-week-old photo and burst out laughing. I so remember when this picture was taken. In the olden days, before awesome digital photography, traveling photographers would set up at Wal-Mart and scare your children to death  take your children’s pictures. Then, in so many weeks they would come back with the prints for you to look at and purchase whatever package you wanted. I wanted my son’s picture captured at six weeks old and the photographer was at Wal-Mart, so we traveled to town, wended our way in the store and found the photographer booth set up in the aisle. It wasn’t hard to find. We had a tiny Wal-Mart in the olden days. And it didn’t even have automatic doors. The photographer got things set in place and I put my baby in the proper postion and then the photographer lady took two butterflies and positioned one back behind and to the side of my baby son and the other one she painstakingly placed on the leg of his overalls, as if it had come along and landed there. I was not impressed, nor did I want the butterflies in the photo. I was also too…too…scared??? {help us all! I’m a mama here!!} polite?? shy?? young?? I don’t know what…to speak up and nicely and kindly say “I’d rather not have the butterflies in the photo.” But, she seemed so pleased and thorough with the whole butterfly placement thing. And I was simply gasping in horror inside!! {Go here to read my butterfly story and butterfly history.}

I just laughed as I looked at my chubby, tiny baby boy. And I realized with great satisfaction what a good laugh I would’ve missed out on twelve years later, if those butterflies had never been part of the picture.

I was thinking about Elkanah and Hannah again. I spoke about them a few Mondays back. I had to wonder. When Elkanah asked Hannah, “Aren’t I better to you than ten sons?” if Hannah ever considered how much food and laundry and noise and dirt, TEN sons would amount to. 😉 I’m sure there was a part of her that so longed for the ten sons. I just thought how much life can be that way. How I can want something and get so caught up in what I want and the surface of it, that I don’t think in a wider scope. {I’m not judging Hannah here. Just thinking…part in fun/part serious}

I must run. What a lot of words this week.