Well, well. I’d begun to wonder if this little blog would ever see the likes of me, stopping to write again. ☺️
I actually made some sourdough bread this week. (It’s baking now. It’s heavenly. Come have a piece.)
I messed up the recipe and didn’t follow directions, and while the bread’s a bit flatter than it should be, the flavor is out of this world. I unashamedly slathered butter and sprinkled salt and closed my eyes in bliss.
There is just something about homemade bread.
Lots of stuff has been going on around here. Lots of emotional stuff, (maybe I’m wrong, but who doesn’t have that) lots of opportunities to throw our hands up in despair OR trust (have done both, one is definitely a better option than the other), and normal, busy, life is in full throttle around here.
At the moment:
I have an almost 14 year old (!) who just purchased a holland lop bunny, and plans to breed them to sell for pets, He is very excited.
It’s September, and HOT, but the leaves are yellowing and that is a measure of loveliness all on it’s own.
School is in full swing around here. We started mid-July, and it went pretty well until I realized that my idea of what we were going to accomplish in a day was ludicrously overzealous. Yeah. So I’m attempting to do less. And not worry so everlasting much about what I’m/they’re missing. It (the schedule) all looked good on paper, but the reality of a marathon school morning = me stressing out and less learning done, period. Gulp. It’s REALLY hard for me to find a balance between necessary expectation and not overdoing it. But, as I was reading the other day, the important thing is to just let go of all of those things and let God figure it out. Even let Him figure out what time we get up in the morning, if that’s a thing. To believe that He actually does care about our every day life (like he cares for lilies and sparrows- how much more for us?). His intention is that we would look to Him for the wisdom we need and ask Him for the specifics of our day to be made known. There is so much comfort in the thought that we don’t have to strive and figure it all out.
I’ve been reading bits of lots of books. A.W. Tozer’s “Pursuit of God”, “Commonplace Quarterly” (a Charlotte Mason magazine that I just found out about), “Seasons of a Mother’s Heart” by Sally Clarkson, and for the kids, we just finished up “Strawberry Girl”, and now we’re finishing up “Island of the Blue Dolphins”. Miss A can’t get enough of listening to all the Ramona books on Audible. On audiobook in the car we have been listening to “Understood Betsy” by Dorothy Canfield Fisher. Oh my- if you haven’t listened to/read that one, go do it. Just do. It’s excellent.
My 7 yo (Miss A) has taken off in the reading department and it’s lovely to see her with her nose in a book. Not all of mine are so inclined – one of them especially would much rather be working outside and my littlest doesn’t even necessarily love being read to.
We have a duck. Her name is Waddles. Or Duckles. Whichever. She is quite companionable, and is so sweet and cute we forgive her quickly for the horrendous mess she makes in the garage and on the front porch. Miss A says she sings with her. A very musical quacking, I must say.
Supper tonight is leftover beans and rice, (yay, leftovers!) and watermelon that I made a mental note not to forget about, due to the fact that it’s in the garage fridge and has been for the last couple weeks.
The library is a lovely thing. I feel quite good about the fact that I was only one day overdue this past time (!). The other week I met a sweet lady in Goodwill with lots of kids who says the library is too expensive- she just buys books from Goodwill. I know her pain all too well. We went on Tuesday, I deemed it Little Caesar’s drive thru day as well. We ate delicious, cheap, pizza, and listened to more of Ramona the Pest before stocking up with scads of books.
Exciting thing on the horizon is a 15th anniversary trip to New England for a few days in exactly 3 weeks and 1 day. Cannot. Even. Articulate. The excitement. My kids roll their eyes and groan when the words “Maine”, “Vermont”, “New Hampshire”, or “maple” are mentioned. 😉
Relationships and laughing at jokes with earlier mentioned 14 year old is a beautiful thing. Teenagers are funny.
Relationships aren’t easy, though (newsflash?). And learning what it looks like, ever so slowly, to let go of my tight grip on control-illusion is a good kind of hurt.
It’s just so good to have a heavenly Father to rely on. No matter what we see, or can’t see, He is there. Our pain, our grief, our toiils, our spinning.
Even when it seems we’ve fallen from the nest…
His carrying and caring is abundantly above all that we can ask or think.