When I started this blog, I intended for it to focus heavily on our progress in farming and real food. But reality is that although we are making progress, I don’t always have the time to write about it. Hence, pictures of my beautiful children.
Chris is as busy, if not busier, than I am between his job, commute, and taking care of the chickens, garden, and yard. However, he has had a bit of a lull in the winter months and he was able to do some writing.
For those of you who know us, you know that I am more quick to come to a conclusion, whereas Chris takes his time and thinks through something before he makes up his mind. I am so thankful for that quality in him.
In all of his thinking and working and doing, he came up with this list of reasons why we “support and participate in local, creation-honoring, sustainable agriculture,” and I think it is absolutely worth sharing. I’m so thankful for my guy!
“Agriculture is our wisest pursuit because it will in the end contribute most to real health, good morals and happiness.” – Thomas Jefferson
A society that does not have the freedom to produce, or that does not produce, is not a free society.
Local agriculture strengthens the local economy.
Local agriculture creates transparency between farmer and consumer and allows for free market regulation thereby eliminating the need for government regulations that are improperly scaled and a burden to small producers.
Consumers have the option to know where their food is being produced, the quality of the food, and the quality of the practices used in production of the food.
Local agriculture builds strong producer-consumer relationships, promotes community stewardship, and educates both young and old about the importance of quality food production systems.
Creation-honoring agriculture respects God’s perfect design of natural systems to produce healthy food that comes from healthy plants and animals without negatively affecting the environment.
Creation-honoring agriculture stewards the natural order to optimize resources and reduce waste, thereby eliminating the need for synthetic chemicals and fertilizers, scalable industrial processes, and unnecessary government-prescribed “best management practices.”
Sustainable agriculture considers the long term effects of a production model on the land, the consumers, and the next generation of farmers.
Sustainable agriculture values food quality over food quantity.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this list!
And be looking for more guest posts from the man of the house.
Yesterday, the one who made me a mama turned two years old. Daddy stayed home. L stayed awake (she clearly did not want to miss out on the festivities).
We started the day by surprising K with balloons and party hats and noisemakers. She thought sleeping in was a good way to begin the celebration, so she wasn’t too thrilled about all the people in her room first thing in the morning making so much racket. But…she quickly warmed up to the idea, especially the balloons.
Mama and Daddy gave her a mini-Moby wrap for her birthday.
We did a little photo shoot on the porch (of course).
Then we turned her car seat around (yay!) and headed to the Saxapahaw General Store for breakfast. We’d not been there before, but we’d heard that they serve local food and we’re all about that. Mama and Daddy had pastured eggs, sausage, home fries, and a buttermilk biscuit. We ordered scrambled eggs and bacon for K. She eats bacon at home regularly, but only one slice. This plate came with three. So, in honor of her birthday, she ate the three slices of bacon and forewent the eggs. Hey, you’re only two once.
We returned home in time for a nap (yes, she still had to take a nap on her birthday, otherwise the rest of the day’s festivities would’ve been a bust!). I baked her a real food birthday cake as she slept.
When she woke up, we headed to the park. She’s a big fan of the swings, but an even bigger fan of people-watching. As the other kids were running and hollering and sliding and laughing, she stood quietly in the center of it all and observed. I love watching her personality develop. We watched a home video of her the night before her birthday as we were getting the camera ready for the next morning and even at 11 months old, she was very much herself–we just couldn’t see it yet. It will be more and more that way each year, I imagine.
After an afternoon of soaking up sunshine, we came back home and I cooked dinner and iced her cake. We had some setbacks with the cake, but I managed to salvage it. And the cake toppers I bought required way more effort than I realized, so we went with the classic candles. But she didn’t mind. A good lesson for this mama.
She opened presents from her grandparents and went to bed a little late, after reading a new Winnie the Pooh book.
It was a sweet day celebrating a sweet girl. She probably won’t remember the details of her second birthday, but I hope she will always remember feeling loved.
I didn’t take a shower today. Or do any laundry. There are dishes in the sink. My head hurts. Our oldest just went to bed early without dinner and our youngest thinks sleep is overrated. Those of us who were allowed to eat dinner ate the same thing as last night, only not as good.
But in between the not-so-great moments, we got to spend a lovely day outside enjoying the warm weather and sunshine!
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”
I’m thankful for seasons. Both in weather and in life. They pass quickly.
Today, I am tired and unkempt. But one day, I won’t be and I’ll miss it (really, I will).
Cherish today and look for the sunshine in between.
I enjoy blogging. It’s good for me to organize my jumbled thoughts from time to time. But I’m often tempted to think that it’s only the “epic” events that are worth blogging about. Epic is defined as “extending beyond the usual or ordinary especially in size or scope.” Birth. Our first garden. Our first chicken flock, etc. But I think the usual or ordinary–the inbetween moments–is worth writing about, too. It’s in these moments that we create a life.
L is one month old. K is 23 months old. And last week, Daddy went on a three-day, two-night work trip.
When he told me that he had the opportunity to go on this trip and gain professional experience, I wasn’t going to ask him not to go. Initially, I wanted my mom to come and stay, but she had just been here for two weeks. So, I figured I’d just buck up and deal with it. It may not be pretty, but we’ll survive, I thought.
And, of course, we did.
But that is in no small part thanks to some wonderful mom friends.
A friend and her two kids came over on Wednesday with dinner. She watched L while I tended to the chickens. While we were catching up, the topic of budgeting and making wise decisions regarding finances came up and I shared about a particular outfit that I had been tempted to buy for L, but decided against it, because it would soon be sporting spit-up and not long after that, she’d grow out of it. Later that afternoon, I got a text from that same friend saying that the outfit was on its way to our house. Wow! It may seem a small thing, but I can tell you that her listening ear and generous heart is no small thing.
The next morning, another friend and her two girls, who are similar in age as K and L, came over, again with food. We talked about our toddlers and what it looks like to discipline them to the glory of God. Her daughter is a little older than K, so she could speak as someone in the thick of it. Our parenting philosophies are nearly identical, but our personalities couldn’t be more different. Sharing with and listening to a friend who holds the same standards, but from a different perspective, couldn’t have come at a better time.
She stuck around long enough for me to feed the chickens and put K down for a nap. When I came downstairs, she offered to stay longer so that I could take a shower. Y’all. Here she is with her own toddler and infant, bringing me dinner, encouraging my heart and then she tells me to take a shower–it was like the heavens had opened! Haha. I’m being a little dramatic, but you newborn mamas know how sacred a shower can be. She did have to talk me into it, but it took about 3.4 seconds. I was so blessed by her and her time.
Being a stay at home mom can be really lonely sometimes. Especially since we live so far away from family and lifelong friends.
But last week, I was anything but lonely. Instead, I was warmly cared for and thought of by other moms, friends, sisters in Christ.
When I think about it–this community of believers is anything but usual and ordinary.
It is epic.
Thank you to everyone who has brought a smiling face, a hug, and a meal.
And to those of you who have friends with newborns (or just young children), don’t underestimate the power of a meal or the opportunity to take a shower or do a load of laundry. It may seem like a small thing, but it’s the small things that make a life (and I guarantee it won’t feel small to her).