Farmhouse Friday - Week 36 Last Days of Summer

 

So many pollinators here!  All kinds of butterflies.  However, the Monarchs, so many of them.  I saw something unusual....

I thought, are they doing what I think they are doing?  Yes, I guess so, I asked Google (hahaha).  She actually flew away with the male still attached.  I was bugging them too much I guess. 

Of course "breaking usual behavioral patterns" are here and I witness it.  Nothing here is normal or usual.  If it's going to be "rare" or an anomaly - you'll find it in our life here.  

O.k. enough flowers.  

We had a long weekend here in the United States for the Labor Day holiday.  In Wisconsin, this marks the end of summer.  Tourists are few, cabins getting closed up, people are getting back to a schedule and school.  

We had some of our children over for dinner.  I made roast turkey and some fresh fixings from the garden.  

Of course, with just Al and I and left overs, we made several meals off this carcass.  

Turkey and gravy over mashed potatoes.

Turkey salad sandwiches.

Turkey soup made with bone broth, left over corn fresh from the cob.  I love cooking this way, I always have.  When you can make one meal turn into several.  Especially when it's a busy time like now.  Al decided to plant waaaay toooo many tomato plants.  He has been freeze drying some, turning into tomato powder.  We froze bags full for winter soups and sauces.  Oh and also enjoyed them warm off the vine.  

I have been using my scooter all over the place.  I love it and I still have some independence on where I want to go.  

Guess what we are going to make?  Fire cider.  We, our daughters and grands, had a virtual chat and made it together.  I'm not sure if this will be a month, bimonthly or weekly thing, our making something together, but I enjoyed it.  

Al and I went for a ride for a short visit with Anna and Ezra.  

Grandpa and Ezra playing tractors.  We take our dogs too.  Anna's cats usually hide when we come.  Frankie is in this photo, he likes to taunt Ginger and she likes to stare at him.  

O.k. just one more of a pretty salad I made from all our garden goodies.  I'm going to miss this.  

Thanks for all the nice comments on my Motivational Monday post.  This week is an example of my hand and palm open, to receive whatever the day brought me.  I'm so blessed.  

Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.  

Motivational Monday - Fist or Palm

 Good Monday morning.  I'm going to do a Motavational Monday post - I know, it's been years.  However, the message my nephew shared in church yesterday is worth my sharing because it motivated me.  

I just love when you listen to a pod cast, message or talk when the speaker, shares in a way you understand and not over your head.  

He started with this..."everyone make a fist, now think of this closed fist while I am speaking."  I will share in my words what he said.

Have you ever seen a child have something in their hand?  "Let me see, what is it?"  Nope, death grip.  It may only be an M&M or a jelly bean, but they are not going to give it up.  "If you let me have that, I'll trade with you for what I have behind my back."  I've played that game, as a mother, teacher, leader many times.  The thing is, I might have a full size candy bar behind my back, but if you don't open up your hand, you won't receive it.  

You may think, Jacky is relating this message to her IBM disease.  Well, in a way it it, but in a way not.  

On the way to church, yesterday, the day my nephew gave this message, I asked Al a question.  "Do you think, if I quit doing my Tuesday night lot drops for a few weeks or months, people would quit following me?"  I have really good customers and I would surely hate to lose their business.  I have buildings filled with inventory to sell yet, but winter is coming. 

My nephew's message touched on blueprints.  That one really hit me.  I've always been one to plan things out.  I may not always achieve them, or do them, but I like to plan.  I set out a "blueprint" for my business years ago.  In 40 years, I've reinvented myself too many times to count.  Not because I had to, but because I wanted to grow, change and evolve into a better business.  

I haven't told many people, but I've actually made some tough decisions about my business.  They have been the kind I wouldn't have made if I didn't have IBM.  When I was first diagnosed, I just wanted to "make it" until the end of the year.  Broken femur later, friends helping me, I did.  Then it was "if I can make it to my 60th birthday" and I did.  

Everyone retires from something.  Once retired, you persue things that you really want to do or are interest in.  Working all those years, just to do that, what you love.  For me, my job is what I love doing.  So, I set out to create a new blueprint for me and my business.  However, after this message, I'm just throwing that out the window.

I can't be like a toddler, "no, I'm keeping this!  I'm not giving you my plans!"  "I know what I want, I know how to get to where I want to be, just let me do it."  That's how I've done things for past 40 years.  This message reminded me that my hand is a fist, closed.  I am a person who believes that Jesus has better plans than my own.  How can I expect His blessings when I'm not willing to turn over what I hold so tightly to receive what He has for me.  

Truthfully, if I didn't have this muscle wasting disease, I would be putting that, sales, what I do, to the top of my list of things to do.  Why, partly because I love it and partly because I like feeling relavent.  I have IBM to thank for my seeing this.  Was it part of my blueprint?  No, but I can see the "why" to it.  I've been thinking about ALL the things I've accomplished in 40 years of selling.  I mean, what am I trying to prove.  I've done it and done it ALL to the best of my ablity.  

You know my wildflower field, it has been my peace this season.  I drive my scooter out there multiple times a day.  I'm so thankful for this little piece of heaven we've been given.  I want to retire from the things I make myself do, to the things I want to do.  Yes, part of that will still include selling.  It's in my DNA.

So no formal announcements yet, I just let my fist go yesterday.  Now, my open palms are waiting for my new better blueprint.  Any plans I have for myself or business are no where near as wonderful as I believe He has for me.  

Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.  

Farmhouse Friday - Week 35 - To Everything There is a Season

 What a week!  Honestly....from misplaced items, shipped wrong items, replacement parts wrong size, acid for cleaning, stinky chemicals, humid, downpours, to...3 deaths.  Someone I graduated with, someone who I just did an estate sale with and my cousin.  That is life...unpredictable.  All 3 men where upstanding, independent, self-made - you know the kind.  There aren't too many left and now there are 3 less.  Examples of (too many things) to their families and community.  They will be missed!  

Here is where the outhouse was.  Trying to plant some grass before the snow. 

Our friend's have a farm stand, we bought these cabbages from them.  Al made saurkraut.  (it's making still).

My flowers are still going strong.  

More tomatoes.  I said "too many plants."  (wink, wink)  That is like 50 or so icecream pails full now.  Tomatoes for miles.  

Squash are getting ready.

Chickens love the "bad" tomatoes

To everything there is a season.  Plant to harvest, cradle to grave.  This week really had my thinking that I need to take each day at a time and enjoy who I'm with and what I'm doing.  You just never know.  

Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.  

Quick Pickle of Garden Goodies

 

Oh these 2 jars make me smile.  I've been craving, briny, spicy, crunchy all summer.  I think what started it, was a jar of olives, garlic, peppers that my husband bought from this big grocery store in Green Bay.  We don't have that store and no one around here carries the brand.  They were so good!  

We have dozens of hot peppers this year and I've been eating them with everything.  So, it hit me, why don't I pickle some with other veggies.  A quick pickle, store in the refrigerator, crunchy, spicy...yes, that's what I'll do.  So, out to the garden for some picking.  

Variety of fresh herbs:  chives, oregano, 2 types basil and 2 types of parsley.  I put garlic and peppercorn in the jars

Added some cherry tomatoes and mixed it all together.  I filled the jars and pressed it down until almost to top. 

The brine is a simple 2 to 1; 2 C vinegar, 1 C water, 2 T sugar and 1 T salt.  Taste it to see if you like it.  I like vinegar.  Bring to a boil for 5 min or so.  Turn off heat let it cool a bit and fill your jars.  Put on a lid, let it cool and store in the refrigerator.  You can eat them in a few hours and they will last 3 months.  

Next up...maybe beets, raw packed like these.  

Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.  

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Farmhouse Friday - Week 34 Old Buildings and Trees

 

The door on the chicken coop, no longer closed all the way.  This picture shows how uneven the coop has become.  Here is why.

The tree growing next to the coop is pushing it up/over.  This tree is huge!  Anyway, the door is level the building not so much.  

We plan to just keep using this old coop.  It's been a chicken coop forever and I can't stand to tear it down.  

When the girls were little, they, we could walk between the tree and coop.  Look at the roots.  I wonder how old it is.

I'm not sure if you can see the damage to this old tree.  In 1996 we had a tornado that jumped our barn and took out a different storage shed.  This old tree lost about a third of it's branches with one big split.  We thought for sure it would die, but here it is 30 years later.

In the pictures, it's hard to see, but the branches are growing into each other.  I never noticed it until now.  This brings new meaning to "and the two shall become one."

This little girl is me at 4.  I was a flower girl for my brother's wedding.  This came up on a memory on social media.  I've been thinking about this little girl and wondering, if I could go back in time and tell her something, what would it be?  I know, maybe tell her NOT to give "voice" to every thought she has in her head.  I've said some stupid things, in gist, joking or to get a laugh.  I hold a few of them with me in deep regret.  However, all the things, the good, bad and ugly, I'd do it all the same again.  All of it made me who I am today.  I can live with that and the woman this little girl grew up to be.   

Blessings from Ringle, Wisconsin.