When the Desire Comes, It is a Tree of Life

ASPARAGUS every day = Heaven on Earth

RAIN, Thank You, Jesus

The little cheepers hatched, and we got to watch them break free. 

Jason & A. are the best! They salvaged this gate from a (real) soddy, and brought it to our garden. 

Here is the structure for the kids' "Garden of Giants" they planted.

Tulips and daffodils may have frozen, but the lilacs and phlox are blooming now.  

Pinch yourself; spring is really here.

This is by me... Aiden!

        If I was a weatherman, I would quit. The weather would have my head spinning. First of all, let me just say that I think we skipped spring. Started in winter and BOOM! we hit summer. Prepare to expect weather temperatures up to 90 degrees!!! But keep your coats and long sleeve shirts because it's going to hit a high of 32 by tomorrow. Pants and long sleeve shirt today. Shorts and tank top tomorrow.
       Even the nice days are a little crazy. Makes mowing feel weird. There I am, sweating and puffing away in the hot sun trying to push the 1 ton lawn mower up the hill in our front yard. Suddenly a cloud comes over the sun and it's nice. Now I want to mow forever. Weird. Yesterday was that kind of day. Sunny, cloudy, sunny, cloudy. On, off, on, off.  It was hot yesterday. Looks like it's not going to be as nice as it was yesterday. But then again, with Nebraska weather, it'll probably hit at least 80 today. So I say keep those long sleeve shirts and pants out all summer-you're going to need them.  Gotta stop now- my typewriter's running out of ink.

 

 

                                                   My fatiguing long jump in hot weather



Hope on the Homestead

        Spring is all about hope, and we have been hoping like crazy.  We hope every cloud holds rain. (It doesn't.  It holds snow, but we'll take it.)  We hope grass will grow in the pasture this year.  We hoped to start our first hives of bees.  (They died, tragically, on a semi in a snowstorm.)  We hope our cat doesn't have too many kittens, but we also hope none of them die.  We hoped that the eggs cooking away in the incubator would show signs of life.  (Through a flashlight beam, we saw little embryos swimming around.)  We hope the buffalo don't escape, and that they have babies next year. We hope to plant the garden, whenever it gets warm enough, and we hope the chickens don't destroy it.  We hope to eat our first garden asparagus very, very soon.  

This year A. gets to try some wrestling.