Bluebirds, Flowers, and a Garden Spot

We have bluebirds!

Ok, let me back up.  Some friends gave us this gorgeous birdhouse when we moved in.  Just a week ago Cory fastened it to the top of one of our gate posts.

And we already have occupants!  Bluebirds!  How lovely is that?

What’s so interesting is that I was REALLY, REALLY hoping that bluebirds would be the first to claim it.  I think God delights to surprise us with little things that we have only just had thoughts of.

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And to the “taming the land”  part of this blog.  There is always something to do out here.  Grass cutting, landscaping, garden planning, chicken coop talking, etc.

Well, we had this spot near the garage that JUST wouldn’t grow grass.  Every time it rained it a large puddle would form.  So, Cory took care of that problem this weekend!

001I should say Cory and Cody, actually.  Cody will work right along side his daddy all day long.  He loves to work and gets it honest.

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Next project will probably be the garden.

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That big green spot right there to the left that hasn’t been mowed is where the garden will be.  Next up: A farmer friend and a tractor to till it up!

Happy Gardening!

 

 

 

 

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Glorious Spring

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This is pretty close to how I feel about it too.  Warm weather, green grass, sunshine, flowers, and children playing outside where they belong….I’m soaking it up!

Because we moved into our new home at the beginning of February (so NOT a winter person by the way) this will obviously be the first time we will be able to watch everything blossom and green up.  The leaves have really exploded this week!

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The creatures are out in full force as well.  We saw deer several weeks ago and I’ve noticed tracks behind the house where the grass was bare.  Add to the list a copperhead that met an untimely death thanks to Pop P. who was out walking with the boys one night while Cory and I were on a date.  There were also two bats in the garage, one of which also met an untimely death because he just wouldn’t vacate the property.  Not to mention a few mice.  Untimely deaths as well.  Wait, is there a theme here?  Mice are cute.  Especially when they look up at you in surprise when you lift the lid to the outside garbage can.  But when they climb in your husbands engine and (well we assume it’s a mouse, I mean what else could it be?) the stench of death assaults his nostrils?  Not so cute.

Turkeys!  We’ve seen turkeys.  And I looked out the front window last week just in time to see a groundhog run across the driveway and into the woods.  Just this morning I woke up and looked out our bedroom window just as a racoon came bumbling across the backyard.  Then there are the ever familiar squirrels and birds.  Beautiful birds.  Cardinals, bluebirds, bluejays, and robins are some that I’ve recognized, but there are others.  I love it out here.

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In the next few days we will be releasing 5 butterflies that we have watched go through the process of metamorphosis.  I hope to take pictures for the next post.  Stay tuned….:)

Where the green grass grows and the stars shine brighter

It smells new.  Like fresh paint and wood.

A new house complete but waiting to be made a home.  Dishes put away and welcome mat laid down in anticipation of  friends and family come to visit.

It’s quiet but a very welcome calm.  And dark outside.

He takes a break from his work to walk to the front door and beckon me outside.  “I want to show you something”, he says.

Curiosity forces me out into the cold and down the dark front steps holding his hand so as not to stumble.

“Now look up.”

Glorious dark sky and too many stars to count.  Only One knows the number.  He who created them and little me.

They shine brighter here where the lights of the city can’t dull their brilliance and splendor.

It’s just too awesome!

And it’s just so humbling.

He determines the number of stars; he gives to all of them their names.  Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.  Ps. 147:4-5