tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27329694157861183282024-03-05T07:17:07.946-08:00 Little House on the Fifty..farmerswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893191858241837516noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-12118286577500668892015-01-30T18:41:00.001-08:002015-01-30T18:41:32.979-08:00New Digs!!!Hey Y'all,
Come visit me at my new site and bookmark it for future reads!!:
www.farmingfolks.com
(We're still working the design, but I am too excited to keep it under wraps!)
Look forward to hearing from you there,
LeanneFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-17650323943957425182015-01-23T12:20:00.000-08:002015-01-27T05:30:13.665-08:00Prayer"Charles Spurgeon once remarked that "the best style of prayer is that which cannot be called anything else but a cry." Isn't that what God invites us to do all through the bible?
"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know"(Jer.33:3)
God is not aloof. He is not disconnected. He says continually through the centuries, "I'll help you, I really Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-38915838689089066252015-01-22T16:46:00.001-08:002015-01-22T16:46:54.517-08:00Caramelized peaches with fresh rosemary...Is what we haven't been eating lately. Unless the peaches are canned and the rosemary's been freeze dried.
What I'm trying to say is, the budget is going very well .. heh. Perhaps a little too well. The pantry's been hit hard, and what used to be full shelves are now starting to look a lot like the Canadian Target's shelves. (ouch...too soon?) The fridge lights now penetrate to the lowestFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-85906062555659437562015-01-16T08:57:00.002-08:002015-01-20T03:57:30.536-08:00Foto Fridays on the Fifty..
Thought I'd start up a recurring theme here on the fifty, Foto Friday.
(Does it annoy you that I chose 'foto' rather than photo? heh. Well, it's a throwback to my Oma who has heavy dutch accent, I can just picture her saying ' Oh vat a lovely foto!' )
Heres a picture from our backyard on a windy, sunny day. These are our 'hammock' trees, planted in a triangle with hopes that one day we'll beFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-20185275493292409072015-01-09T12:27:00.000-08:002015-01-12T04:06:25.659-08:00Ruby and the Amaryllis..Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-61826692366704554472015-01-09T04:56:00.000-08:002015-01-09T09:15:37.204-08:00Samurai.. It was a regular afternoon, I was happily chatting away the hour with a fellow mom, sipping coffee and enjoying a talk about things that interest people over 3 feet tall:) Our children were playing, three of which I could see through the big picture window in the living room, as they bounced away on the trampoline.
I took a lasting sip from my vanilla hazelnut Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-18377644817357193442015-01-05T14:15:00.002-08:002015-01-05T14:15:21.771-08:00Fresh..There's nothin' like a freshly born year to make me fill my brain with all kinds of new beginnings. Already there are new habits developing. 5 Days in and I've cracked the lid on a couple new plans. The budget has been re-vamped and we've drawn in a few notches on the ol' budget belt. There are times when I quite enjoy being cheap, and there are times when I quite despise it. January 1st brings aFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-66887868922757927282014-12-31T13:33:00.002-08:002014-12-31T13:34:23.569-08:002015..All's quiet on the homefront as I type this New Years Eve afternoon. We had a fun morning of going to see a movie, (care of Oma and Opas gift for the children this year, they even bought our tickets!) the choice was 'Night in the Museum 3'. It was the typical humour we would expect and everyone found a one-liner to repeat afterwards :)
I shed a tear at the end when Robin Williams said his final Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-31228584163803943702014-12-22T07:08:00.003-08:002014-12-22T07:08:33.959-08:00Eve Squared.Then again, maybe it's Eve to the power of three? Christmas Eve's eve's eve? Whatever you call it, it's the 22nd of December today and the list of to-do's is long and curled around my ankles, and yet here I am for some writing therapy!
Yesterday, the kids had their Christmas recital and as much as I LOVE my children learning all matters of musical goodness, the recital is the culmination of Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-19323413531921734812014-11-28T03:43:00.000-08:002014-12-13T07:44:37.484-08:00Not what I used to be..It was a Wednesday night miracle.
Supper was done early, the dishes were done and I was free to shop till I dropped. The Hubs sent me away promising to run the ship and tuck the kids into bed...ahhhh Bliss! (I had a twinge of guilt as I saw the kids pull out the farming board game, and that look of horror in his eyes, knowing what the next few hours would bring)
But for me the possibilities Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-49949433555982661612014-11-22T07:59:00.002-08:002014-11-22T08:21:57.341-08:00'You'll shoot yer eye out!"I'm a ready.
The holly jolly season is at the doorstep and I'm ready to fling the door open and let in all the madness. ... well almost all of it.
Gift giving on the fifty, in times past, was to buy presents..as many as needed to cover all the grounds of underthings, readable things, play things, and wearable things .. AND to try to find that fine balance of making sure each child has as much asFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-85208707338124755092014-11-21T16:20:00.001-08:002014-11-21T16:20:23.054-08:00Rubi-licious...
There's a new fluff ball in town. Ruby. Part persian, part himalayan and all ploofy.
(Sorry about the photo quality, these are off my phone.)
Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-7414765279615667192014-08-22T13:04:00.001-07:002014-08-22T13:04:48.192-07:00Mornin'Rolled out of bed this morn and rubbed my eyes open to a beautiful splash of pink and purple covering the eastern sky. I look at these moments of visual deliciousness as a gift from the master designer and my first thoughts are always to preserve these moments through the lens. So I grabbed my camera and my bible ...before even having had my cuppa joe I might add..a small feat in and of itself!&Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-82096482238701298522014-07-28T16:15:00.001-07:002014-07-30T18:34:30.906-07:00Go East young man...and family...It was done in typical Garrett fashion, booked a mere month before departure. Mrs. Vaunda had a cancellation and was letting our 5 rent her oceanfront cottage for the week... And oh what a cottage it was. It occurred to me on approximately the 19th hour 'ol Bess had been driving, that there was a slight chance I had done something rash by booking a pricey cottage so last minute and putting Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-68472846214015889652014-05-22T10:30:00.000-07:002014-05-22T10:30:50.393-07:00Moments...God, in His all knowing ways, gives me moments each day where the regular world slows to a crawl, the movements creep along, my focus is razor sharp and all else fades...if only for a minute. These moments are those that will remain, I hope, long after alzheimers strikes.
The moment: making cupcakes without help.
She stood beside the sink, red hair all aglow in the island lights. She was takingFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-71961272253160928232014-03-12T06:05:00.001-07:002014-03-12T06:09:20.578-07:00Sun for 2 days..And what a beautiful 2 days they were. Seems as though spring has come and gone in these parts, today it's 15 cm of the white stuff and some crazy wind. Both yesterday and the day before, the kids dug out their bikes and we went for a stroll to the end of the road and back....it was soooo wonderful!
So far March break has been pretty quiet and just a wonderfully mundane week of regular ol'Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-27707966352313624592014-03-08T03:50:00.000-08:002014-03-08T03:50:16.882-08:00Eternal weight of GloryThis morning I sit in peace, light slowly rising through the windows and read this,
'So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-45530353429834300672014-03-07T03:17:00.001-08:002014-03-07T03:33:23.608-08:00G'mornin mom and Christin!My two devoted followers whom have both mentioned its time to blog something new again ;) and so here I sit with my new (woo!) iPad and thought I'd write a little post for y'all.
The children and I have decided it would do us a great deal of good to observe lent this year. For several reasons, the most important of course being the desire to strip all things bare and fully re-focus on Christ. SoFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-48266017243954562122013-12-09T05:11:00.000-08:002013-12-09T05:11:06.511-08:00Budget '14
Here we are back into cold wintry mornings with crisp sunrises. The kind that make your lungs buckle with frosty air.
The hubs and I are giving it a go, again. The zeal of money managing has been stoked and we're off and running with the budget of 2014. We've a clear direction now, thanks to many wonderful blogs I read that help to gently pluck those budgeting heartstrings. Yes, I have Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-52535628421981786242013-10-31T05:51:00.000-07:002013-10-31T05:51:20.523-07:00Reasons..It's for reasons like these that we don't do the door knocking, treat taking tradition. http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2013/10/30/for-some-wiccans-halloween-is-a-real-witch/?hpt=hp_c2
But hey, to each his own, and if you do go out, hope everyone can stay dry tonight!!
Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-67558172368440876592013-09-11T05:25:00.005-07:002013-09-11T05:26:00.475-07:00Alberta
Lake Louise, Alberta.
We had such a good time, it was like a second honeymoon! I have a pile of pictures, but I haven't found the time to edit the personal ones. I was also taking pictures for Dwights company while we were on the Dairy tour portion of our holiday, and those are all edited and uploaded here Alberta Farms. = You can just click through the folders and it will show youFarmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-91777208725642716392013-08-10T05:58:00.002-07:002013-08-10T05:58:51.813-07:00Le spasm of le back.I bent. I broke. The end.
It was the beginning of a stellar Monday. You know the kind...you wake up with a hop in your step, the coffee in your mug is enough to make you spill over with pure caffeinated glee, and you're feeling especially grand because the night before was the beginning of the new health kick...a power walk every evening. oh boy, was it ever power-filled. The hips were Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-3217153121149305132013-07-26T19:43:00.000-07:002013-07-26T19:43:13.688-07:00Shoes..There's a reason I like the dirt under my nails. And I'm sure its because I saw her doing it.
She has filled many shoes over many years, my favourite pair being the ones she wore in the 80's and early nineties. It wasn't for their particular style, rather the way they tread.... softly, gently, always heading in the right direction. They weren't flashy or even trendy for Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-80624722562722753832013-07-17T04:51:00.000-07:002013-07-17T04:51:03.478-07:00Summer Time and the livin' is easy..G'day!
How are ya?
I went through my typical reading list this morning and thought I'd share the link to my friends blog. She's is the parent of 5 kids and her last baby is waiting in Sick kids hospital for a new heart. It's really incredible to read of her daily struggles and see her faith grow and to give God the glory in it all.
http://6andahalfhearts.com/2013/07/16/we-believe/
We are Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732969415786118328.post-49084459847521322262013-07-01T09:47:00.003-07:002013-07-01T09:47:59.959-07:00Happy Canada Day!!
We enjoyed a beautiful day yesterday on the family farm, this is a shot of all the walking grandchildren. There are 2 more babies and one on the way.
The kids enjoyed a full afternoon of swimming, milking the cows, playing with cousins and wound down the night with s'mores and fireworks and sparklers.
Old memories were remembered, and new memories Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0