I’m Blessed

This week:
We had our first 2-egg day on Sunday.  We know that when the chickens are laying at full speed we could get 5-6 dozen a week from them.  We’re told that as they’re still young, and the daylight is shortening and the weather is cooling, we probably won’t see those numbers until Spring.  I’m still excited and feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever I find each one, even though it’s just one.

I finally got the toy clutter destashed in the basement.  It’s like a huge breath of fresh air to see big trash bags leave our house.

I’m enjoying the little baby cuddles as long as they last.  Solveig does this thing where she nuzzles her nose right into my neck, and then I put my face on her neck, and we just breathe and smell each other’s skin.  There is nothing like it.

We’re enjoying the smell and colors of Fall in their full abundance.

Knut got our new playground up.  For some reason there are not as many bolts putting the playground up as taking it down at his aunt’s house, so we’ll have to wait for a trip to town to pick up some more and get the swings up.

The chickens have not shown any interest in the playground yet, hence, have not pooped all over it. If anything would entice us to fence them in, this might be one of them.  (Although Lena promptly pooped at the end of the slide.  Sigh.  Way too much of my life is about dealing with poop.)

 I was so overwhelmed with the number of people who showed excitement for our first egg.  I had no idea the extent of people waiting for our chickens to lay.  I should have had a pool going.

Knut and I are finally getting used to him being around the house more.  There’s always an adjustment period after harvest ends.  He needs to remember that communication with me looks different than it does with the other 4 farmers he works with.  I need to remember I’m not the only adult and decision maker in the house when he’s home.  We’re starting to get back into step.

I got to chat on the phone for a long time with my Aunt who is a constant encouragement and kindred spirit.  I don’t know how the farm wives in the “days of yore” went weeks, and sometimes months without any communication with their families.  I’m so blessed to live in an age where they are all just a phone call away, wherever we live.

How has God blessed you this last week?  The absolute highlight on the blog for me each week reading your comments and your own blog posts.  It makes Mondays better, and Mondays can use all the help they can get.