Happy Labor Day!

One Poor Correspondent

I've been one poor correspondent

I've been too, too hard to find

But that doesn't mean

You ain't been on my mind 

America

Sister Golden Hair

It's been a while once again. And I know I promised a whole new blog in my last post, we simply have not had the time to get it all together.  We are currently working four days per week at the great Mammoth Cave, and in the remaining three we are doing all we can to keep the crops growing on the farm.  It is hard (sometimes REALLY hard) but it is not without its rewards.

Decisions, Decisions

Springtime on the farm . . . and it never stops.  The decision making that is. For example, last week we almost planted out our lovely tomato plants.  They certainly looked like they could handle it,

big beautiful babies that they are.  But at the last minute we chose to put them in six inch plastic pots instead,

Mindful Monday

But I wish to be purple,

that small part which is bright,

and makes all the rest appear graceful and beautiful.

Why then do you tell me to make myself like the many?

and if I do,

how shall I still be purple?

Epictetus

Discourses

Book 1

Chapter 2

Fire Update

All is well.  That's the simplest thing I can say.  We've all adjusted reasonably to having basically no electricity.  My sweetie rerouted some wiring to allow the generator to directly power the house, but, since it is noisy and guzzles gasoline, we don't like to run it except to power the glow plug on our stove. While we bake we do all of our baking, charging of rechargeable stuff, and movie watching. The rest of the time we do all of the wonderful things we do without electricity,

Mindful Monday

I, Barbara Ann Schanel, do solemnly swear that—

I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; 

that I will bear true faith and allegience to the same; 

that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; 

and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter.

So help me God

FIRE!

There was quite the lightening storm last night.  It woke my hubby and I up several times.  Once we awoke to a particularly intense clap of thunder and through the plastic on our half-finished little cabin we saw a quite bright light and perhaps what could be thought of as a shower of sparks.  We figured a transformer had possibly been hit, and started to drift back off.  Before we were completely back asleep, at about 3:30 am, our eldest knocked on our door and informed us that the "tarp shed" had caught fire, but that he and his brothers had put it out and not to worry.  And by the way there is no electricity over at the house.

Humph.