Summery Summary

I just don’t know how it happened, friends.  Here we are six months later, and I haven’t said a peep since Anja arrived.  I’ll try to give you the summaries of all the things…

Well, Anja has changed a bit…

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She is hilarious and precious and loves the babies around here more than we could have dreamed.

Speaking of pets, we lost another sweet one just a few weeks ago.  Our 13 year old cat, Dubya passed away after having heart failure.  Sniff, sniff.

dubyaTwo cats remain: old, scary Rhetta Blue and precious little Lulu (who misses her white buddy something fierce. 😦

The chickens are still going strong!  We have ten layers who did their job well during the warm months offering us about 8 eggs a day average.  And of course, Patrick (as we say for the grand babies’ sake).  He’s still going strong.  So stinking loud and obnoxious, but he’s our rooster…

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Here’s our timeline, of sorts, since last I wrote:

April — snow and then some sun and walks and mud and gallons of maple syrup (harvested and made and canned and shared by Justin!)

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May — 25th anniversary trip to Kauai while it snowed back home for the kids.  Whoops. Tick seasons starts in earnest.

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My baby graduates.

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Guests begin to arrive.  As do the lilacs. 🙂

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June  — Ticks pass the blood-sucking torch to the hordes of mosquitos that keep us inside looking out and only able to be outside for any length of time with mosquito suits on.

More guests. And then more and some more.

Oh, and I was THIS close to opening a restaurant. But, nah…ain’t nobody got time for that.

July arrives!  We begin beaching and bike rides.  We ate our first grouse (fresh kill from a friend’s grill — well, to be honest, it was the grill on her mini-van, but we ate that bird and it was stinking GOOD!)

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More delightful guests arrived and played and filled our love cups.  We ate lots of berries and swam at waterfalls and sunsets and celebrated 3 decades of friendship…

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gorge-picnicTook a trip to Chicago and then OshKosh for a huge Coldplay concert (Kiki’s graduation present and then the air show).coldplay

Beach, beach, beach and a super fun new anniversary present for my sweet man who never lets himself have new things…

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August — made 55 pints of pickles for all families represented.

Had some Summer Fruit Pie by the lake (we hate cake by the ocean),

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and also maybe a taco salad, romantic, surprise picnic at the lake as well (does it get any better?),

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and picked us some blueberries.

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A few more favorite groups of guest visits with lots of coffee, stories, and laughs…

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and then wrapped the whole beautiful summer up with a getaway as far north as possible (continental states for those of you being picky) for some rugged and muddy riding with the dearest of folks.

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There just is no recipe for relaxing quite like surrounding yourself with the amazing stuff God made plus good, old-fashioned fun and mud, plus wild water, mountains and sunsets, and several doses of hilarity.

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Squeezed in a few moments to ride to town the back way for a pizza and frozen custard picnic on our machines…

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As we wrap up guest season, we find ourselves smack dab in the middle of an epic fruit harvest.  In one day we made and canned applesauce, plum jelly (from the most gorgeous plums you’ve ever tasted in your life), froze bags of apples, and made plans for the gazillion other days of  canning needed to preserve this harvest.

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Our cider press arrived today. 🙂 MMMMMMMMMMM…we’re not sure we’ve ever tasted anything so delicious than fresh pressed cider!

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Grapes and pears coming soon!

It’s a good, good life, and a summer we will always remember.

God is so neat.

 

 

 

 

Lazy, hazy, crazy…

I refuse to say the *F* word.  I refuse to even acknowledge its synonyms like *autumn* and *harvest*.  You will not hear me acknowledge ridiculousness like pumpkin-y foods and sweaters.  Those things shall stay afar off in my sunshine-soaked brain.  Nope.  It’s August.  It’s beautiful, HOT, green-leafy, flower-filled, flip-floppy, lake-swimming summertime, and I put my hands over my ears and will not listen to you if you say anything otherwise.  So there.

We are loving this time in this place.  The bugs are gone (many, many thanks to the bats and dragonflies that swooped in like allied troops and began rescuing us from those nasty little suckers — a little view of the hordes of dragonflies here at dusk).  `

The flowers are beyond gorgeous.

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We’ve had banner days of books and naps in the beachy afternoons and bonfires at night to watch spectacular meteor showers in the biggest, starriest sky we’ve ever seen!

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This is a view of the stones THROUGH the crystal clear water about a foot deep.

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Even found some cool shipwreck stuff…

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We’re restocking and updating our camping gear as we have a couple neat backpacking trips planned to the very remote wilderness.

The chickens are a few weeks away from earning their keep! Every time I scoop their nasty poo, I dream of beautiful brown eggs mysteriously appearing in my happy little coop.

We’re just breathing easy in this beautiful mountain air up here and taking things one day at a time.

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Oh, and listening to the crazy sounds of entire ventilation and furnace systems being replaced in our home.  Yeah…we realized in May that the heating system in this house couldn’t support it any longer.  Actually, we realized it all winter when we used 24 cords of wood and still kinda froze our bippies off in here.  The heating/cooling guys were surprised we’d want to live here anymore when they saw what we dealt with.

So, even when you strange BER-month lovers (yeah…did you hear the brrrrrrrr in there?) get your way and the temps plummet, we will be warm enough to not have our feet stick to the mud room floor this year!  :o)

It’s the little things…