Harvest of Friends

The Real American Occupation.... Farming

Sorry about that little hiatus.... all of a sudden life got B.u.s.y for me. 

Blue-eyed Farmer finished harvest last Friday, cutting those last 10 acres of beans off the 80.  On Thursday, we enjoyed several hours with our Pastor Aaron and the children.  Miss Melanie had to work at her big-girl job. :(

 Here are a few photos of our fun together:

The Two Blue-eyed Farmers, Big and Little, talking about corn.

Pastor Aaron getting last minute instructions before driving the 75.

Little Blue-eyes, resting, after all the hard work of riding in the combine.

Blue-eyed Farmer, Pastor Aaron and Princess ME, waving for the camera.

We are very blessed with the harvest God has given us.  The prices are up (unusual for harvest time) and the yields were more than "enough."  We had few breakdowns and even now have the combine monitor fixed for next year.  The combine has had a "bath" and is ready for it's long nap.  The trucks are stored away in the shed we rent at the neighbors and all the other implements are situated "just right" for the winter months.  

We are ready to finish up some Autumn projects and get snuggled in for the winter.

More soon.... until then... CALGONE... take me away~~~

Hugs
K~

** "If you want work well done, select a busy (wo)man - the other kind has no time."  ~Elbert Hubbard

Longing.....

This touched me deeply today. Thank you Pastor! ( http://aaronhouseholder.blogspot.com/ )

"You yearn for a holy place because the stench of your unholiness, your un-separateness, your common, petty guile and smallness, is sometimes so stark that you would sooner go without air than breathe it in. You yearn for a holy place even if you think you may be damned, because to be in it is to know, only fleetingly, only with darkened gaze, that there is something more than you and the things that are so very much like you.

Your heart and flesh cry out for a space that is more than just a meeting house for commemoration and remembrance and symbols. You are desperate for a space where the God who is a love you can scarcely think on waits to commune with your pale, quavering soul. A place that is holy because it embraces the great mystery of death begetting life, of the tomb containing joy, of sorrow and hope intertwined in a world that would deny you your full portion of both.

You are desperate for the soft spilling light of sun pouring through stained glass, for the rustle of your clothes as you kneel, for the cross by which even someone like you might be healed, for the trembling prayer, the whispered blessing. You cry out for a place that will remain holy even after you have been in it. A place so holy that you pose no threat to it, so holy that it can embrace you in all your smallness and be no smaller itself, no less clean nor true nor solid."

Praying for Revival!
K~

The Revival Hymn
**"The world out there is not waiting for a new definition of Christianity,
it's waiting for a new DEMONSTRATION of Christianity!" -Paris Reidhead, preacher from the 30s-40s
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Another Random Thoughts Post

Busy.... but want to visit with all of my readers..... no time to plan & edit and make it pretty, so this will be another random thoughts posting....

1 large pumpkin & 2 smaller pumpkins + baking and blending and draining = 10 cups of pumpkin pulp now freezing in 1 cup blobs for future pies, bread and desserts. Something good from what what might have been just thrown away.

The new SunHeat heater is working great. We are able to keep the furnace on 62-64° and it is very comfortable on the main floor. We added the humidifier now and my lips and hands are happier.

Working ALOT now as the Christmas season is here. Orders coming in and going out. I like playing Santa's helper.

Trying to understand how some women do not like to cook..... but then maybe they don't understand my disdain for mowing.....

Christmas gifts purchased online are arriving. BIG boxes stacked in the garage when I arrive home from work. I need to start wrapping.

I was able to get some decorations up on Saturday. Not the tree or the Christmas Village yet, but hopefully this week. One batch of cookies made and almost all eaten. More this week too.

Things can't be too bad economically. Butter was on sale today for $1.78 per pound; cheese at $1.48 a 12-oz package; sugar, pop, chips, tomato juice, bread.... all on sale. (I'm sorry about the chips and pop. They are for Farmer-dear....really! I don't drink Dr. Pepper or eat too many Doritos.)
I'm still thankful for stores that "price match."

Wonderful times at church lately. Thank you Pastor Aaron! The Spirit is moving at Southview. I love that the alter is open now and we are taking advantage of it. May it continue.

If you found you had to register, ask to be allowed in, emailed me for a "What's up with your Blog?"....sorry. I've needed to add some moderation to my site.

I have photos of my recent cookie baking and my pumpkin mess but I'm not happy with my recent photo quality. Not sure if it's the lighting & my yellow walls or my messing with the camera settings but they are coming out very sallow and ugly. And Farmer-dear says no-one wants to see photos of pumpkin pulp blobs. If you do, then leave a comment saying you do, so I can prove him wrong. LOL

Hope this made some sense. Have a wonderful week! Celebrate Christmas this year, not just X-mas. (thanks again Pastor Aaron)

Hugs,
Kay~

––"One sprig of holly in a house filled with love and contentment
is better than a house full of garlands without love."
~~from Elsa Connors column, Woman's Day magazine, December, 1939