Archive for June, 2009

Happy Homemaker

June 18, 2009

woman waving goodbye

I have always loved my job as a homemaker, but weeks like this especially drive home just how blessed I am to be able to stay home.  The kids and I have needed to be gone for the greater portion of the day each day, and life is a whirlwind.  Even the hours that I’m home revolve around getting ready to leave again the next day.  With the exception of a few moments at the supper table, our time together has greatly suffered, and Billy and I have hardly had a moment together either.  As the week goes on, I find that we fall into a rhythm, but it’s not really a healthy one.  Today I even broke down and drank a big ole coffee just to keep me alert through the morning, something I have never believed in doing.  (I’ve always thought that stimulants like caffeine just mask the body’s cry for needed rest, eventually resulting in a greatly depleted system.)

I know that some wives and moms need to work outside the home, so this is in no way a criticism of them, but for me, I think it would be hard to hold the family together if my most energetic hours were spent elsewhere.  Even when I am home all the time, I feel very frustrated at all I’m not getting done, but during weeks like these, I am almost completely unproductive, especially in the area of relationships.  I’ll be happy when we get back to our normal rhythm next week…Laundry, dishes, meals, and time together.


Summer Fun Ideas Needed!

June 13, 2009

boy bike

School is out.  It’s sometimes too hot for outdoor activity.  What ideas do you give your kids when they complain that there is nothing to do?  It would be great if the ideas were things they can do at home without excessive adult supervision…We are doing lots of fun things together this summer, but I need some things they can do on their own too!

Summer Cleaning

June 11, 2009

woman mopping

I don’t spring clean.  Spring is a busy time.  Since our homeschool days are over for a few weeks, I’ve taken these hot, hot days as an opportunity to stay in the a/c and do extra scrubbing and decluttering.  I’m still pretty busy, so I’m taking it one bite at a time.  One day I did the utility room, another the dining room.  Now I’ve working through kitchen cabinets one at a time.  My next project is to sort and organize our many, many children’s books!  It will feel so good when we go back to school to have everything newly cleaned and organized!

Old-Time Sausage Love

June 10, 2009

mother sausage

It’s once again time for Real Food Wednesday!  Go by and see what everyone else is saying about real food!

The other day I was delighted to find this gem by Edgar A. Guest, at the advent of prepackaged cereals.  He recalls the good old days when his mother’s country sausage was provided for breakfast instead of the shreds and flakes which (we’re learning) cause all kinds of health problems.  (Notice that they were eaten with cream though!)  Growing up in a family that housed an enormous fear of cholesterol, for years I adopted the idea that meat was bad for you.  When I first married I was almost a vegetarian, I ate so little meat (lots of carbs, though).  Being married to a confirmed carnivore changed my taste, and I enjoy meat now.  Not only that, I also realize that meat from healthy, pastured animals is not just tasty, but so good for us too!  One last note:  I’ve recently changed my diet to one higher in protein and significantly lower in carbohydrates.  It’s probably not enough to be considered low-carb, but I’m eating far fewer carbs than I have in the past.  To my surprise, I am rarely hungry even though I am eating significantly fewer calories.  Edgar A. Guest knew what he was talking about all those years ago!


You may brag about your breakfast foods you eat at break of day,

Your crisp delightful shavings and your stack of last year’s hay,

Your toasted flakes of rye and corn that fairly swim in cream,

Or rave about the sawdust mash, an epicurian dream.

But none of these appeals to me, though all of them I’ve tried–

The breakfast that I liked the best was the sausage mother fried.

Old country sausage was its name; the kind, of course, you know,

The little links that seemed to be almost as white as snow,

But turned unto a ruddy brown, while sizzling in the pan;

Oh, and they were made both to appease and charm the inner man.

All these new-fangled dishes make me blush and turn aside,

WHen I think about ths sausage that for breakfast mother fried.

When they roused me from my slumbers and I left to do the chores,

It wasn’t long before I breathed a fragrance out of doors

That seemed to grip my spirit, and to thrill my body through,

For the spice of hunger tingled, and ’twas then I plainly knew

That the gnawing in my stomach would be quickly satisfied

By a plate of country sausage that my dear old mother fried.

There upon the kitchen table, with its cloth of turkey red,

Was a platter heaped with sausage and a plate of home-made bread,

And a cup of coffee waiting, not a puny demi-tasse

That can scarcely hold a mouthful, but a cup of greater class;

And I fell to eating largely, for I could not be denied–

Oh, I’m sure a king would relish the sausage mother fried.

Times have changed and so have breakfasts; now each morning when I see

A dish of shredded something or of flakes passed up to me,

All my thoughts go back to boyhood, to the days of long ago,

When the morning meal meant something more than vain and idle show.

And I hunger, Oh, I hunger in a way I cannot hide,

For a plate of steaming sausage like the kind my mother fried.

~Edgar A. Guest, in his book Just Folks, Copyright 1917

Study in Green

June 4, 2009


Here are a few garden pictures I took a several weeks ago.  I look forward to fresh tomatoes every year.  Nothing better.

Now if I can just figure out how to keep those nasty black beetles away naturally.  Anyone?


The green beans have grown and grown since this picture.  They are pole beans and we foolishly waited too long to provide any kind of trellis for them.  Perhaps if we get something for them to climb in the next few days they will be OK.  Because I love me some fresh green beans too.


We harvested our first yummy squash and wait impatiently for the bulk of the harvest.  No one loves squash more than my crew.  My 8 year old says she could eat it 3 times a day.  We won’t have any left over, I am sure.


The herbs are doing OK, but not as well as I’d like.  They are planted in potting soil whereas the other plants are in compost.  My 4 year old Sarah describes it this way:  “In our garden we have HORSE POOP!  And the HORSE POOP turned into DIRT!!!!!!”  Well, the horse poop that turned into dirt is definitely growing some very beautiful vegetables!