Going for a ride…

Zayne and Emma

So much fun! Such hard work!

Smiles all round!

This past weekend all the kids from Teigen up to Tori were able to spend some time with their cousins leaving Zayne and Emma home to entertain themselves and Sawyer helping with the hay harvest.  It always feels so funny to only have a handful of the kids home but also so much fun!  I love in these pictures Zayne’s little green tattoo that he gave himself on his forehead and that despite having a raging set of hives going on under her jammies, Emma is smiling full force!

Although I wasn’t able to get a picture of it I just want to jot down another occurrence that happened…After a long day haying and being starved we headed to Costco to pick up a couple of pizzas.  Sawyer ran in to grab them and to take Zayne to the bathroom while I stayed out in the pickup with a sleeping  Emma.  A few minutes later in the rear view mirror I spot Sawyer and Zayne…Sawyer with one hand full of pizza boxes and another hand holding little Zayne’s  hand…I can see that they are talking and Sawyer is laughing at Zayne’s antics…it was such a neat thing to see this young man doting on this  little boy and seeing how much this little boy looks up to his big brother.

Bale Wagon Adventures…

Here comes the Bale Wagon!

What a glorious piece of equipment!  It is able to pick up individual small bales and make them stack neatly and transport them home effortlessly…or at least with a lot less effort than hand picking them.  :0)

Backing it up!
Putting the stack down…
Oops

At this point I hear lots of laughter and Mark commenting that he forgot an important step!  So while Mark left to pick up the next load Sawyer restacked the hay.  Since then things have been going well…at least no more stack collapses.   I can’t imagine having to hand-pick all those bales!

Going good now!

Haying…

 

Summer evening haying...

 

Sawyer baling....

 

Mark swathing

 

Doe with her twin fawns...

 

Windrows and Bales...

 

Hilltop...

 

The field

 

 

Little buck...

 

Lots of Bales!

 

Keepin' on...

 

The guys were able to finish up the baling yesterday and had a final bale count of 5,046!  Not too bad~they averaged about 3.6 tons to the acre.  Now it’s just getting them all home!

My Country ‘Tis of Thee

Happy 4th of July!

On this Independence Day weekend my thoughts turn again to the freedom bought in blood by my countrymen.  I am the beneficiary of past and present patriotism, men and women who valued freedom enough to lay down their lives to insure theirs and future generations would be free.  I think of those who courageously declared for themselves and a fledgling nation our independence by signing their names and pledging their lives and property to the cause of freedom.  I think of those who left to fight on foreign shores and never returned…I think of their families.  Families that have felt the cost of our freedom more acutely than I.  I think of those who upon surviving the battle  carry wounds of  body and the heart.  Those in private anguish that I could never understand.  These are heavy thoughts but essential thoughts. I will never appreciate fully the value of freedom until I understand the cost.  I have never served my country as a soldier and I may never be asked to lay down my life for the cause of liberty but God help me to value it as I should and grant me the courage that I too will stand for the cause of freedom on these shores and abroad.  I have, by the gracious providence of God, been born as a free American son.  By His graciousness and the Cross of Christ, I’ve been reborn as a child of God.  God help me to squander neither Liberty purchased by blood not my own.

My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim’s pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture fills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our father’s God to, Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

Making Hay

We have a 40 acre lease on some beautiful hay ground this year.  The weather finally looks as if  it is going o be nice for more than a couple of days so the hay is coming down!

Making hay!

 

Going round and round the field in a tractor is wonderful therapy for my husband!