Home Sweet Home

I live in a 3 bedroom farmhouse that was built 60+ years ago.

Suzy, our aging chocolate lab, lives outside, but the rest of us share the limited space inside. The rest of us are Vito & the Other Guy (2 parakeets), Linc and Dooley (2 cats) and 5 people aged 9 - 65. Cozy, but manageable (it does get a little cramped when daughter and SIL visit) but still, we make do. Given the population, this space can become (and usually is) very messy. But it's a place to be proud of because it's not a house, it's a home. 

Behind the house, there's a garden and an old chicken house. This year, the garden is a family affair and we're all praying for the sun and rain and warm weather required to grow what we've planted (squash, tomatos, corn, cucumbers, peppers, okra, corn, purple hull peas, onions, cabbage and lettuce)...can you tell we love fresh vegetables? Son is busy converting the old chicken house into a space where he can work a forge and girlfriend can have a kiln. I can't wait to see what wonderful things they will create.

Although I had never really spent time on a farm until after I married, it's a wonderful life. Although it takes long hours and hard work...and even though we're at the mercy of the weather, there is much to be learned about life there. More importantly, God can be seen everywhere. In the ups and downs He teaches us...but mostly, He loves us. We truly live a blessed life.  

It's not a life that all would enjoy, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else...