pride comes before destruction

Today, I was mending field fencing (a new lot in life I’m sure).  The kids were giggling in every directions and the dry grass was rustling at foot.  I certainly like the feeling of accomplishment, don’t you?  As the fencing went up and the kids carried on, I felt a little idea forming.  I was just clearing out a lean-to shelter and found some posts and ply wood.  A good start I thought.

I had confiscated a wheel barrel, water jugs, and leather gloves, with a handful of rose branches to boot from the kids.  All this fun material and their idea clicked.  I decided I’d give the kids what they were trying to do on their own…a fort.  Why you need green rose branches for this I do not know!

I was extra confident in my building skills because I just finished up a nesting box for the chickens yesterday.  Nick made it a point to praise my skills.  Maybe I’m a pretty great builder after all huh?  Who knew?

We set to work drilling in screws.  We even made a roof.  I thought it was a pretty cute fort.  Solid.  Durable.  I thought to myself.  The kids immediately went in and started role-playing.  I was feeling so confident I decided to paint it too.

I sent the kids in the house for a snack while I went to work.  I really wanted to finish the fort and surprise Nick.  He is always left to the painting, but I decided I’d complete it without him.  Because I could, and I thought he’d be amazed.

After two walls and two posts were almost done, an unexpected gush of wind came by.  I was sitting inside the fort, and suddenly I wasn’t.  Just like that the fort was destroyed leaving me sitting on the ground next to a child’s rocking chair arms covered in paint (the painted side blew straight at me and face down in the dirt) and the fort got spread across the yard in four pieces.

That is the honest to goodness truth about how I let a silly fort become an object for my pride.  What a dork I am.  Seriously?  I’m glad Jesus puts up with my crap.  I have plenty of it.

I think I’ll rebuild with a grateful heart that wants to bless my kids instead of impress them.  My abilities (and the great lack of them) are from the Lord.  I should use them as such.

farm life

So far we have bust our tails to get the farm ready for gardens, chickens, and a fleet of children.  We’ve moved in many of our belongings already.  Saturday is the big move.

We have discovered that most of the 30+ trees and bushes on the property are on a drip system, yay! The kids discovered some fun things as well.  If you’re into that type of thing that is.  We’re plugging away at the endless work, and learning the land.  Don’t forget to subscribe to the farm blog in the side bar for all the latest happenings.

 

all cooped up

It’s finally done!  Thanks to the voluntary help of a wonderful and talented friend, and re-purposed and thriftily purchased materials.  The chickens are enjoying their new home, we’re enjoying a chicken-poop-free porch.  My pansies and calendula will RIP.  I didn’t see that one coming :(  In our tiny yard free-ranging wasn’t working out.  I didn’t enjoy being that lady who chased her escaped chicken down the road with five kids in tote.

I think they’ll be quite content with their own space.  After all, they are chickens.  They really only need food, water, and and shelter…granted.  You spoiled girls can feel free to start laying soon :)