Moments

First day working in the garden with Daddy

Over the last few days as I went about I thought about moments of my life, just little ones. Here they are not in any kind of order. As my life is. 

- It could smell like sweet breast milk on the cracks of my babies dirt covered fingers as he reaches for my mouth while nursing as if he where saying "aren't I the world and everything in it". 

- An unpleasant surprise of finding something soaked in pee an old shirt a cloth diaper that should have made it to the diaper pail and  forgotten, hopefully, outside. Unlucky in the laundry basket four days old. 

-That feeling of scrubbing porridge stuck to the side of the pan. I forgot to soak in the morning as we rushed outside to the sunny day.

- Mixing dirt for starts I'm pouring in cups of soured curd that has sat in glass jars outside beside green house for months it smells like sweet yogurt cheese. I almost want to try eating it as I stir it in with the warm dirt, food for plants.

- Cutting onions starting to charmalize in butter and salt, stir, stir. One arm holding 25lbs of infant  that is my sore arm by the end of the day every day, must remember to change sides. Every so often he lends over to look and me and smile. Food yes, very exciting. 

-Loads and loads of laundry washed and hung on the line to dry, cracking stiff carharts, towels that are starchy. Realizing that the laundry basket is full of toilet paper to refill the shelf.

-Eggs cracking in the bowl, so many eggs and piles of shells that make little leaning towers in little puddles of clear whites that turn to cement if you don't remember to clean them up right away. 

-Mostly joy that fills me right up to the top. 

If you find something while I have the camera it gets a picture. 

If you are a living thing while I have the camera you get a picture. Etc. 

The newest addition to The Farm are three ducks. Who are working hard to de-slug the garden. They are very tame and travel around the yard in a chicken tractor. They give us two eggs a day and are so fun to watch splash about in their bath tub. I take the girls out once a day and let them roam the yard. Chasing them away from the garden if they get to close to my starts.  Three laying hens left to make room for new beaks to feed. We are hoping to grow some of our own feed for our chickens and ducks on our half acre. 

A pile of eggs washed by Lyra. 

killing the cow

Thank you to Reo, Sacha, Hugh and Liam for all helping out with slaughtering.
Lyra put it best as Noah pulled out the liver she said,  Oh YUM, look at that nice big liver for Morgan. My babies never sleep so good as when they get liver for dinner.
I am looking for to cooking up our nice tender beef over the summer. Usually we slaughter in the fall so it's a nice treat.   I am so looking forward to summer cooking.

Paul gave us some spinach starts the other day.  We have  been late getting seeds in the ground this year, but are blessed with hundreds of voulenteers. I love finding them everywhere.  I've been planting them out evening bit of time in the morning and evening that I can get. Thank you heirlooms seeds. 

Another gift of kale, so good I just had to get a photo. This was the day we ate eggs for hard boiled breakfast, kale frittata dinner and custard for dessert. The next day I drove around gifting eggs. 

My little stander chatting with Sonora 

The sheep have been moved down to their posh summer home on the loop with an ocean view and plenty of fresh grass, as Lyra shows the grass is  good enough for bare feet running. 

unplugged

Learning how to unplug my life.
 We live in an 800 square foot open house (with a loft bedroom), the only other room being the bathroom. Our computer once lived on the book shelf right in the middle of our living area. The center of our home and a constant pull towards it from all who live here. With a, maybe I'll just edit those photos while she's playing on her own, we need to check the weather, how did I make that I"ll just google it, I wonder if she's written me back on facebook yet, change the music, did I tell you about... And just like that most of my days would go by. About four months ago I'd had enough, with Lyra knowing how to use the computer the song would change about once every half moment and movie requests felt constant. It was either get rid of the computer or DO something. I picked it up and moved it to our room. This has worked. Not only was it out of sight out of mind, but since I usally am sleeping with the children, Noah does not say up researching or emailing at night, helping us all get better sleeps, which is so precious.
Maybe another reason I don't get around to blogging very often. I don't turn the computer on until late in the day and during the day I have thought about when I would like to do on it. I have to find time to blog with Noah is home, so the ideas are written up in my head at very interupted intervals.  Something I realized what that if I put my normal day computer time unto play time with my children my life is so much richer.
 Recently I got to listen to these inspired words at our general conference. Rosemary M. Wixom said "

Unfortunately, the distractions of this world prevent many children from hearing encouraging words that could shape their view of themselves.

Dr. Neal Halfon, a physician who directs the UCLA Center for Healthier Children, Families, and Communities, refers to “parental benign neglect.” One example involved an 18-month-old and his parents:

“‘Their son seemed happy, active and engaged, clearly enjoying time and pizza with his parents. … At the end of dinner, Mom got up to run an errand, handing over care to Dad.’

“Dad … started reading phone messages while the toddler struggled to get his attention by throwing bits of pizza crust. Then the dad re-engaged, facing his child and playing with him. Soon, though, he substituted watching a video on his phone with the toddler until his wife returned.

“… [Dr.] Halfon observed a dimming of the child’s internal light, a lessening of the connection between parent and child.”⁵

The answer to our prayer of how to meet our children’s needs may be to more often technologically disconnect. Precious moments of opportunity to interact and converse with our children dissolve when we are occupied with distractions. Why not choose a time each day to disconnect from technology and reconnect with each other? Simply turn everything off. When you do this, your home may seem quiet at first; you may even feel at a loss as to what to do or say. Then, as you give full attention to your
children, a conversation will begin, and you can enjoy listening to each other.

to read more go to lds.org

I have noticed something very unsettling. The amount that people are on there phones seems extremly exessive. Parents at park with children, parent on the phone, parents at store with chilldren parents on the phone, parents in the car with children looking at phone. As I recently walked by about 20 in a ferry line up there was not one car with people talking every single person had a device and was each in their own world. At my hospital stay was a common sight to see parents come in and sit near there new born baby and instead of holding or even looking at their infant they would be on the device. 

May each of us hold our children close to our hearts even closer than the wireless devices that our always in our pockets. 

see you soon

Dear Fifi,
I wanted to write you and thank you for all that you given to me and my family. It all started when you first arrived on our farm a few years ago. After milking, Ginger, the highland you were such a nice change. Soft and gentle enough even for our than two year old daughter to milk.  And how much milk you gave, two gallons a day with plenty of thick buttery cream. You gave enough milk that I could start experimenting with cheese making. From you came cottage cheese, cream cheese, yogurt cheese, squeaky curds, whey, cheddar and so much yogurt. Never has there been an animal I have been more grateful to than you. When I was pregnant your milk would take my nausea away for days or completely halt it with one cup. And the feeling of life it gave me for two weeks of exhaustion after the baby was born, drinking two cups a day thick with balls of buttery fat going straight to my infants milk supply. Nothing better than to look in the hospital fridge and see your good living milk. I'll miss the way Noah's head would always smell like you when he kissed me and the children good night from leaning his head on your flank at night time milking. I'll miss curry combing you out in the summer sun as thick winter fur gives away to a shiny black coat. I am so glad you found the best home I could think of on beautiful Linnea Farm on Cortes Island. You deserve to be milked and may you calve many healthy calves. To you Fifi all my love and because good bye is to hard to say sometimes, I'll just say see you later.

warming to room temp

Amanda and family

curd 

mozzarella

colostrum butter

learning how to use the brakes

Ever since I was a little girl I have had recurring dream that I'm driving a car and no matter which of the two petals I press the car just goes faster and faster, usually until I go flying down a hill, crash or wake up, whatever comes first. Last week I had this dream but this time there was a voice calling me to look down at my feet where there was a third petal, that I had never seen before I pressed it and the car slowed down to a stop.  At which time I looked back and realized my family was all in the car with me I felt a great sense of relief that they where all safe. Sometimes you need some time to decipher your dreams and sometimes they are screaming clear.

It was a beauty day last week and the first time that Morgan has gotten dirt stuck under his finger nails and grass prints in his little naked knees. The garden's got rototilled and the soiling is just asking to be planted. So that's what I did.

   
 The only thing growing in the green house is this strange fuzzy grey lump and some onion starts which didn't pose very well for the camera.

I have already started thinking of recipes for our raspberry harvest this summer and I'm thinking some market sales. Is this like counting your eggs before they've hatched our your berries before they've bloomed.