See Ya!

I’m outta here!

I have the privilege to go see my Sweet Girl in Germany!

Becca has been on a mission with YWAM (Youth With A Mission) for the past 7 months and will be graduating from the program on Wednesday. She’s planning to go on staff with them and will be coming home for the summer months, hopefully to arrive around May 10th. Then she’ll have a 3 yr commitment to serve with YWAM! How exciting to have God’s call on your life…actually we all do. All of us have a full time calling to witness for Christ. Some get to travel around the world doing so.

My Becca Boo

My Becca Boo

This has been our first big separation. Becca and Ben were both homeschooled and she went to college locally. I have been with her for 24 yrs! This was a year of growing and change….especially for me.

Becca just arrived back in Germany after being in Ethiopia for 3 months. We had very little email contact. I was thrilled to hear from her last Sunday!

My bags are packed and I’m ready to go!

I’ll see you in a week or so. I’ll be sure to have lots of stories and pictures. She’s taking me to Prague, her favorite place so far! I can’t wait to see it. And I’m planning on eating lots of Brautwurst for my friend Dave!!! Mmmm some great German food!

Bye, I’ll see ya later!

NOTE….I got my spring garden in before I had to leave. 50-60 seed potatoes…Yukon Gold and Red Cloud mulched with some straw, Spinach, Two Varieties of Beets, Osaka Purple Mustard, Yaya Carrots (don’t you just love that name!), 20 Albion Strawberries mulched with some pine needles, 20-30 Egyptian Walking Onions, lots of Peas and Loose Leaf Lettuce. My indoor seeds are just about ready to give birth to their second true leaf and will be ready to transplant when I get home next week. I’m leaving Honey in charge of the chickie girls & Rockie, Lady and my plants. He will be super busy as he tries to finish up an important project at work….it’s been almost a year and I will be glad when that new lab opens!!! That means, I’ll get to see more of him! 😀

Until next week I bid you “Auf Wiedersehen!”

Happy Anniversary & Happy Spring!

Happy Anniversary My Love!

These 27 years have been the best in my life! No, it’s not been a bed or roses but we have learned to love unselfishly. And that is the key. To put others before yourself….that’s where you find true happiness. And that is what I’ve found with you. “God has done marvelous things, His right hand and His holy arm have won the victory for Him.”

You are my rock, my true north.

I love you always and forever.

Your Joy!

Diane

SHMILY

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Love Endures!

Spring Planting

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In spite of the death of my friend and companion, Boomer, I was in the garden planting yesterday. That’s what He would want me to do. Little Lady was a bit lost and not quite her spunky self. We allowed her to see him and smell him so she would know that he was dead. She surprised us so much with her “intelligence”. (She’s never been the brightest crayon in the box) But she looked in the grave after we placed him in and she stood there for the longest time. We gave her lots and lots of TLC last evening as we sat around and shared all of our fond memories of our great friend, The Love Dog.

My newest garden gadget is a soil thermometer! I know not very exciting, but kinda important. My soil temp is 55*F and plenty warm enough to begin spring planting. Peas & potatoes are ready to go in at 45*F. I must admit that I really don’t know how much an ounce of peas is….so….well, I think that I ordered enough for at least 2-3 yrs! It looks like the same goes for the corn and just about everything else. That’s ok, I’ll plant again in the fall and try to do some successive planting with the corn to stretch out the harvesting.

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I put in a 4’x12′ bed of peas yesterday and several rows of beets. Today I’ll get my potatoes in. I usually have them in on St Patrick’s Day, but with Boomer hanging by a thread, I couldn’t. So today is the day. It looks like it’s going to be an amazingly gorgeous spring day….which by the way officially begins tomorrow!

(Addendum: The weather changed rather quickly and became a drizzly rainy sorta day. I decided to wait on the potatoes, but then I got a surprise from the man in brown…he delivered my strawberry crowns! I decided that a little rain wouldn’t hurt me and it would be good for my new plants and would help get my mind off of Boomer. I picked one of my 4’x8′ bed that held leeks and onions last year. After I turned the soil I decided it would be a good idea to make sure that strawberries love onions! I ran up to the house and looked it up in “Carrots Love Tomatoes” by Louise Riotte. Perfect, strawberries do love onions! I dug up all the Egyptian Walking Onions that were still there and divided them and used them to border the strawberries. All in all, I put in 20 strawberry plants and 20 or so Walking Onions.)

This is a wonderful little book. I highly recommend it.

The Love Dog

February 24, 1999 – March 17, 2009

The Love Dog

Boomer

The Love Dog, my best friend.

The Love Dog, my best friend.

My best friend, companion, protector, my shadow died last nigh in his sleep.  He became totally crippled in his last day.  Honey carried this grand puppy outside last evening so he could enjoy some fresh air.   Even though he was in great pain, he enjoyed it completely; watching people take walks, watching the deer in the field and wanting so badly to jump up and run with Lady barking at nothing at all.

I knew when I kissed him good night that it would be the last time.  I just knew.  When I woke up at 3am I just knew.  I came down to find him…gone.

No more pain.  No more suffering.

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Boomer was so big, because he had a heart bigger than he could house in this grand body of his. He loved everyone.

As he was growing up, I often called him Trouble. He was either digging up something I planted or chewing up something lying around. I had to plant when he wasn’t watching or else he’d dig it right up.

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He always came out to greet us. Before we could even get out of the car, he was climbing in to say “hello”. He loved to go for rides and would always jump in if I ever opened the back of the van. When he became crippled with old age, I’d load him in the side door of the van and just drive up the hill from the basement to the back door. He thought it was great.

His favorite thing in all the world was eating! He ate mostly anything. Good and bad….Labs do that.

He was a Labrador Retriever who didn’t like to get his feet wet! The only thing he “fetched” was his stainless steel dish. If it had rained, he’d gradually pour the water out making sure he didn’t get his feet wet.

If you happened to come to our home, he would bring his bowl with great joy! Or any bowl. Whatever was close by he’d pick it up and bring it to you with great joy. That Otter tail waging with great force.

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He loved getting new toys. I gave him a toy for his birthday a few weeks ago and he proudly walked around with it for days, playing keep away from Lady.

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My garden companion.

My garden companion.

February 24, 2009 Boomer's 10th Birthday.

February 24, 2009 Boomer's 10th Birthday.

My new toy.

My new toy.

He didn’t like the flash this day.

Waiting again.  Always waiting.  Faithful in every way.

Waiting again. Always waiting. Faithful in every way.

Some day when I can figure out how to hook up the scanner, I’ll scan his baby pictures in. He was the cutest puppy. He was so smart and we swear he spoke human. I always talked to him in complete sentences and he always knew what I said.

Lady will be lost without him.  When we adopted Lady, Boomer took her right in.  She became the Alpha Dog.  He could have swatted her with one paw and sent her flying.  But he never ever hurt her.  When she was afraid, she’d climb into his grate and sleep with him.  He was her guard dog.  When she’d run barking at the UPS truck she’d look over her shoulder to see if he was coming.  And if he wasn’t she’d hide behind the house.  She will miss him.

My life has been touched and I will not be the same without my friend.

Good boy.  See ya later Bud.

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The Weaver

My friend Sharon Grist the Village Weaver at Fox Fire Museum in Georgia

My friend Sharon Grist the Village Weaver at Fox Fire Museum in Georgia

The Weaver by Grant Colfax Tullar

My life is like a weaving

Between my God and me.

I do not choose the colors;

He worketh steadily.

Oftimes He chooseth sorrow,

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the skillful Weaver’s hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

Step by Step

Inch by inch!

We’re getting there.

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My men rented a post hole digger thingy and got the holes dug for the corral in just a few minutes! Really.

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My favorite man at work.

(You’re probably asking yourself, “what’s with the hill billy basket ball hoop?” Well, when the kids were young we put it there. Yep in the grass. We didn’t have a paved driveway and the driveway has hills off two sides, so the grass seemed to be just right. Now we’re going to let the cows play hoops! Just kidding. We’re probably going to eventually cut off the hoop and use the pole for a solar light…..homesteaders make use of everything!!!)

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Of course the 8 foot boards he bought couldn’t have been 8 feet….no they are 8′ and 1/2 inch!

The holes are set at 8 feet!

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My man is an engineer at heart and everything he builds will last forever!

He’s making progress. Slowly, but surely. And this fence will be straight and not fall down! Not even with a 1200 lb cow pulling on it.

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Seems to be working pretty well for our small pony!

(he’s not been feeling well again. we know that our time with him is short. so we make the most of every day.)

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While they dug the holes I screwed on all the little insulators for the electric fence.

Homeless

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A tragic fire has struck my neighborhood yet again.

We had extremely high winds today, and this fire destroyed my neighbors home in a matter of minutes.

Thank God, no one was home. BUT can you imagine coming home to see this.

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A total loss. Then entire structure was destroyed. While these folks are at work to pay their mortgage and feed their family, their home burned uncontrollably.

None of the immediate neighbors had the victims work numbers.

The Red Cross was there and will remain at the scene until the owners arrive this evening. No doubt wondering what they will fix for dinner and who needs help with their homework.

I can’t imagine how they will feel.

We live rurally and do not have water/sewer lines. So there were tankers from as far as 25 miles away to help fight this fire. I was amazed at how the process worked. The tankers show up with water and fill these little pools that are being pumped to the fire.

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The thing that really angers me is that our county has been promising our zip code a fire house for over 15 yrs. Our county council has found other priorities like ball fields, library and community center that out weigh the safety of it’s citizens. I’m outraged that “our” local firehouse which is over 6 miles away, was no less than the 4th or 5th truck to arrive. Yes, trucks from the next county were here before “our” fire house arrived. Gee, I can now see why State Farm charges us $100 more for our home owners insurance. Our fire house is too far away, and not just that, it can’t even protect us due to the fact that it barely has any volunteers.

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Tanker filling the pool.

We are indebted to 10 volunteer fire departments for arriving to protect our neighborhood from this raging fire.

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I HATE the smell of a house fire. Again, I can’t get it out of my nose. It’s haunting.

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Please pray for our neighbors.