Sunday



Stepping back in gently...
 
 
 



Finding our way back... to things known.






Force has changed our path... for a while.





However, we refuse to give up...


...so easily!





We can quit this life when tragedy strikes, or we can fight like hell to keep the focus...







When you are on your knees, life can begin to escalate into a downward channel,
 with no way back up.





Your frame of mind is muddled.




Tragedy when it brings you to your knees...

...it will change you as a person.






Which way do we want to go?






The decisions are yours.


Yours alone!




So we will start again...


Except not from the beginning.




We have come to recognize, even louder now, that our personal nature is such that we are not quitters.  




We won't break and yield.




May we have the strength and courage
 to meet head-on,
 the trials and hardships
that are brought before us.

Saturday


Where Oh Where Do I Begin...







 
The Sorrow from Loss.






 
The Recovery from Trauma.





 
The Final Crush of Hope.






Throughout my life, I have been dealt my share of experienced sorrow, trauma, and loss of hope...
 
 
but not all at once.



 

Not in a very short, all at once time period.
 
 
 
 
 
One of those experiences can be enough... perhaps...
 


 
to slaughter a person's strength of mind.
 
 
To break a person's spirit.
 
 
To cause one to lose *their* commitment to faith.







 
All At Once...
 

is enough to cripple a person for life...
 
 
If they so let it.
 
 

I would like to find my way back here...


If only...
 
To find healing...
 
Renewing of strength...
 
 
And to rekindle that previous determined outlook.



 
 
Have a Beautiful Day!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday

Todavia estoy aqui...



"Yes, I'm still here".


Busy, busy is what we have been since my last post.  We began topping our 300 Doug Fir trees, taking 20 feet off the tops in December, every weekend through the end of April.  Boy, was that a job we are so glad to be done with.  All of our neighbors stopped by randomly, giving their opinions of what we should do (regarding topping the trees), and how we should do it.  Too much work they all equally agreed. 











I don't remember how many loads of branches we took to the local tree farm, but I do remember the loads were over eight feet tall.  We tied each load down, and drove the back roads, slowly.  The people we passed on our way to the tree farm, seemed to stare at us as we drove.  Yep, the loads were huge.  All we wanted was to be done with this job.  The tree farm, grinds the branches along with other vegetative matter, eventually blending it all together into compost, which they resell to the public.

It was time consuming and physically demanding work.  Especially for "T" as he worked off an extension ladder with a manual pole saw, and occasionally using a motorized pole saw, which is like a chainsaw on a long pole.

Our view in doing the work ourselves was completely different that those expressed by our neighbors.  We saved a lot of money by doing the work ourselves, and felt the physical work, even though demanding, is good for the human body.  We both survived it, and came out on the other side in very good physical shape, just in time for beginning springtime work.




~Waiting for the shearing to begin~
 
 

~Haltering~



 
 ~Her name is 'Kindness'~
~I'm picking out vegetative matter~
~Overall, there is very little 'picking' done with the Romney's~
 



~Looking over fleece, picking out any vegetative matter~ 


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~Done!~

Shearing went off without any issues. Probably due to my being in better physical shape, as I was able to wrap up my shearing in four days. 




Back in January, I began to put together my ideas onto paper for a new quilt top.  It took me about a month to gather the fabric, as I had limited funds.  I choose to purchase my fabric from the locally owned quilt shop.  With the economy being so poor,  it was important to me to support the local quilt shop, rather than the big chain stores, even if it meant I had to pay a bit more per yard.  




  
~Quilt Fabrics~



 
~Quilt making~


We no longer have any goats.  They died throughout this past winter season.  They all lived long happy lives: ages ranging from 11 years old to 13 years old.  I realized after they were gone, I never did post any photos of them.  But here is one I found of Spice...



 
~Spice~

We plan to get more goats in the future, as they are alot of fun, and easy keepers.  They can be pesky too.  They are kind of like a big dog that follows you around, sometimes jumping on you, and bothering you while you are working in their fields.  Well, at least ours were like that.  They are curious creatures.

Ahh death, I am so tired of you!  I know you are a part of life, but you are such a discouragement when I am so mentally tired.  I will not let you hinder my aspirations!  Off with you!



At the end of June, we went to a local dog show.  We arrived just in time to watch a couple of my favorite dog breeds compete in agility. 




Pembroke Welsh Corgi

 
Cardigan Welsh Corgi

 
 Cardigan Welsh Corgi


Cardigan Welsh Corgi


Cardigan Welsh Corgi



What a blessing it was to watch these dogs compete...and funny too.  Some were so fast, I was in disbelief.  As fun as it would be to take up agility, I would not do it with a long back, short legged dog.  Having experienced firsthand two of our dogs (at different times) Lily, being one, and the other a Corgi/Border Collie cross) that were paralyzed due to ruptured disk in the spine.  We stray away from such activities that put stresses on the spine.  However I must say, it is entertaining to watch. 


We fit into our busy schedule another road trip to look at a piece of land we had found this past winter.  It was a matter of waiting for the snow to melt, in order to find it.  In looking for our land, we have had to trade in the luxury of comfy hotel rooms, for primitive outback truck lodging, as the land is remote.  We may have finally found it.


Here is a small peek...



~Land~

 
~Land~


 ~Land~


 
~Road to Land~



 
~'T' at campsite~

 
~View from Campsite~


 ~'T' at campsite, our truck, and 'food storage box'... we call them 'Bear Boxes'~
 
 
 
 
Back home, we began to overhaul the flower beds in front of our house.  We finished just a few days before the 4th of July.  It was another one of those jobs we did not really enjoy doing.  We decided to treat ourselves to some relaxation on the morning of the 4th of July.  It was a warm morning without wind, finally.  We drove a little over an hour away from home to a lake, which was dotted by only a few other fishermen.  The quietness was first-class.
 
 



~'T' lake kayaking~
 




 ~My view while kayaking~
 
 
 


 
~Immerson and I studying~
 
('T' took the photo, experimenting with black and white setting)
 

 
 
There is much more to tell, but I have run out of time.  I hope and pray you are each doing well.
 
Have a blessed day!
 
Fondly yours,
Kris