Re-Collecting in the Pasture

Today I needed to walk the old familiar trail in the pasture again.The thoughts and feelings swirling in my mind and heart were and are disconcerting. Thirty-eight years ago, this pasture was new to me. My body was younger. I was filled with anticipation of what could be, Things in the world were . . . just different. Yes, we were on a down-swing in our culture, but there was hope of changing it.

Yesterday we were young, God was with us, we could carry out the vision under God’s direction. We were a community with one heart.

Today, we are not so young. Our  community living here is of one heart. Our old community is a little splintered. Some have gone left, some have stayed right.

Why do divisions occur? That is my conundrum today. When we are guided by the same Spirit, should we not be of one mind?

Perhaps the enemy is not us, but the Enemy who uses our weaknesses, our blind spots, our idols and will exploits them to weaken the Body of Christ. We can defend what we FEEL  is right. We can stake our lives on what we have figured out. (The wisdom of man is foolishness with God, we are told.) Thus, we can lose sight of the most important, become divided,  and lose the battle.

As I  left the pasture and headed back home I noticed the Troyer’s chickens were beginning to bed down for the night. The sun had gone over the hill on their side  the road. Lining up side-by-side on a post in the barn, they were announcing that it was time to roost. My chickens were far  from the hill, and the sun was still shining where they were. They were continuing to wander around looking for more food. Eventually, the sun will go behind the hill for them, also, and they will go into their pen for the night.

It’s just a matter of time.

New Updates From the Farm

 Woo hoo!!! Three new babies in the Swihart family as of today. In the last nine weeks we have received these little answers to prayer: one grand child and two great-grands! I had to search to find a picture that would illustrate these three, since they have not been together, yet.

The black-haired baby is the one we are waiting for at this moment. This is just a guess, but I am SURE he/she will have a head of black hair like her/his momma and daddy did. The other two babies, Sophie (Derrick and Carrie), and Lydia (Jena and EJ) have light brown hair. Thus, the pic.

And if that is not enough to celebrate,  our grand daughter #2 will be married to a wonderful young man in a couple of weeks. Their wedding will be in the grove of trees that Dan planted when they first moved to the farm. Lovely!!!!!

Oh, how I would love to hold these moments and make them slow down a little. But, that is why God gave us the gift of memory isn’t it?

Our Life in the Country

According to the resident expert this is a lavender Australorp (ROOSTER!!!).

Sometimes life in the country takes “true grit.”

My new replacement hen crowed today.  OOps. He was guaranteed to be a hen. Now, my granddaughter, Lillian, tells me the other “hen” is a rooster, also.

And why do I have a replacement in the first place? This is the sad part. According to the trail cam we also have a mother fox with three kits.  This mom decided she needed to feed her babes, and my wonderful, dear old hens were the dinner. The night before a raccoon had decimated my friendly ducks.

I became an “empty nester” in just a few days. So, what will I do with two roosters? Not sure.

I still have some brown and green eggs from the beautiful hens. Gifts. From them to me, (at least I pretend). I had two fried eggs with toast to day which I ate in memory of the girls.

Silly, inconsequential happenings in the big scheme of things. But everyday, nitty-gritty life on a farm. You win, you lose.  Today I lost the battle with Donqui. Flies are eating his legs, but today I could not catch him to spray the dastardly flies. I gave up and walked away this time. Donqui won. That’s one for the donkey.

Notice his ears. With the can of spray behind my back, I know he will bolt when I pull it out.

 

 

BUT, what is life without challenges? I still love this life on Kitten Creek Road.