There's been General Conference (do we capitalize this? why won't I find out once and for all instead of vaguely wondering every time I write it?) and Easter, and Daisy's 23rd birthday, and cows escaping (and me in tears over it), and getting goats set up at our bishop's dairy and helping with the ensuing fieldtrip, and school concerts, and planting 30 bare-root trees in buckets, and a colonoscopy (grimace), and Mike fixing things that weren't done right on the house, and ... all sorts of things!
Some of these things have been delightful, and others (e.g. the cows--it was a rough day) have had me considering the line Nephi says about the women traveling through the wilderness with them ("and they began to bear their journeyings without murmurings") and wondering if perhaps I might ever get to the point of bearing my own journeyings ... "without murmurings". Mike will tell you that I have not gotten near that point yet. Well, actually, he will not tell you that. (Though he's the one I call to whine and cry to.) He's far too good of a husband and makes every allowance for me. Which is one of the many reasons I love him. Nevertheless ... I do have some work to do.
In any case, I should like to put many of these photos in tidy, little posts all their own, but being pressed for time, I will just dump them here in a heap alongside the occasional brief comment.
General Conference Weekend. All of the kids were home (always happy!) but I took very few photos.
(As you can see everyone listened--intent and alert--throughout the entirety. :))And working on the farm. What did we ever do with weekends before the farm?
One bad steer out.
Usually he would just get out close by the pen and could be easily coaxed back in with grain, but the day I cried (and bore my journeyings ... with murmurings) he was out by the road (far far from the pen) in the muckiest parts of the farm with all sorts of fencing and obstacles he would need to be lead around to get back, with me all alone, and a helpful neighbor warning me my steer was going to get the bulls across the street riled up and breaking through their fence and that animal control was going to give me a $500 fine. (Luckily the guy building up the dirt around our house saw me out there failing horribly to get the cow where it needed to be and came to help. A bit humiliating. But nice all the same. [And I did pray for some angels to be sent to help me. I'd expected the sort with white robes that my mortal eyes couldn't see. But I guess sometimes they look like a middle-aged fellow with a backhoe and white tennis shoes that will never be the same after the mud he had to wade through to hedge up the way of the steer.])
Our ground is so wet that many trees will not grow well. So I am going to have to more completely embrace the lowly, stick-dropping willow. Mike already appreciates them fully simply for being the native tree out here. And I do think the flame willow's red branches will look very cool all bare and covered in snow in the winter. We also got a bunch of lindens (which I know nothing about).
Cute little Star feeding a baby cow on her fieldtrip. (This was the one we brought our goats to, and that I came and helped with. It was another fun time of feeling the connections we have begun to establish with the community up here as there were a number of other people who had either brought animals or who were helping with the kindergarteners that I knew.)
(Starling found a friend from school at the egg hunt.)
Easter morning we had our traditional hunt and then, before church, went to the empty tomb replica in the Tolman's barn. The primary had given the kids all real palm leaves the week before and told them to keep them in water and bring them to lay before the tomb. People came and went between 6 am and noon and just sat to listen to music and ponder. I thought it might be kind of odd just sitting there, but there was actually a really lovely spirit about it all, and it was a nice way to start Easter Sunday.
Abe celebrated his final project before graduating in BYU's ACME program.
And that's all I've got at present.