What is wrong with me? I used to be able to sit down and just pour out my thoughts and the thoughts flowed and the writing was better than a primary school child's and now I just feel all choppy. When the thoughts are flowing I am in the car or someplace that I can't put them down and then when I am at the computer, zip--they vanish and I feel stuck. I truly miss blogging. I don't want to become the blog nobody bothers to check anymore because there is never anything new. I love reading all the blogs and I want to participate, I want to be read, too. So HELP---bear with me as I press through the writer's fog and blog something.
Yea! Summer is here and it sure does feel like it. We spend most of our days outdoors since we have had quite a large mess to clean up thanks to a huge windstorm over two weeks ago that demolished 6 of our grand old oak trees. Thankfully, no damage was done to our home or other buildings but Don is devastated that the three shady oaks next to the pond are no more. He had brought home three enormous rocks from a job he did and carefully placed them under those nice shady trees so we could sit there and enjoy the pond in comfort--and now there are just rocks too hot to sit on in the sun. But we have both worked very hard cleaning up all the debris, burning huge piles of limbs, and stacking up LOTS of firewood. The pond is no longer so sad looking now that it is cleaned up around it and the Martin house (which took a nose dive in the wind) and its residents (who miraculously hung on) is back up. We will plant more trees and the pond is still beautiful and the fish did not get washed over the spillway and downstream. We are very blessed as it could have been so much worse.
I spent three days at the ranch by myself this week. It had been way too long since we had been out there and I just needed to see for myself that all was well. The creek still had plenty of water, the grass was green and plentiful, and all the animals looked just fine. I gave the cabin a good cleaning and just reveled in the peace and quiet. I love the ranch. It restores my soul--I just feel so close to God there and have such good conversations with him as I work and walk on the land. It just fills me with such an appreciation of how greatly He has blessed us. I came home feeling very refreshed.
It has sure gotten hot quickly this year. It is nearly 100 today--we took the Sabbath seriously and after church just stayed inside and rested and watched a movie on TV. It takes lots of time in the evening to keep everything watered. I have a rather crazy garden this year. I have a bunch of tomatoes and peppers and eggplant growing in pots and then I took three old kid swim pools (they were cracked in bottom from being duck ponds), filled them with dirt (composted) from the chicken house and planted squash in one, cantaloupe in one, and watermelon in the other one. Everything is growing so nicely. I have lots of baby tomatoes and squash.
And this week my baby chickens arrive. We have been without chickens for almost a year now and I really miss them. So we cleaned out the barn and fortified the chicken house to make it predator safe, and I have ordered quite a nice assortment of babies. Some are rare breeds, some are Banties (probably will end up with another mean rooster), and some are our favorite barred rock layers and Aracauna layers (they lay green and blue and different color eggs). I can't wait to see chickens pecking about the yard again. I also ordered 3 Buckeye chickens which supposedly "roar" and 4 baby ducks. So the barnyard will be alive again. Yea!
And I have the cutest, sweetest, cuddliest great-grandson ever. Hayden has already gained a pound in his two weeks of life. He is already challenging Grant in the grub department. Both those boys love to eat! And how neat it is to have Hayden living right in the same town as us--I keep telling Amber they need to go out on a movie date or something so Gema can babysit.
I was given a Nintendo DS for Mother's day and have been pretty faithful in my "daily brain training". That is what I wanted it fo--Brain exercise. I can't even begin to play regular Nintendo games. Today I am feeling good as my brain age was 43. The last time it was 67--that is not good. Some of the exercises I am good at but others I am lost. But I shall persevere and strenghten my brain and keep those cells alive and well.
That is all I have for today.