With harvest done, we had time to do a few other things. Our friend, Mary, stopped by for a visit and found Laura playing baseball with fallen apples. Not one to pass up a good time, Mary picked up a handful and started pitching. Needless to say, Laura was a mess by the time they got done!
She's not the only one. Mr. Farmer thought he'd get some dirt work done before the ground froze, but 3/4" of rain was enough to slow him down.
I drove the tractor home a few miles--and was thankful not to fight traffic. This farm wife is a little skittish about driving big equipment on busy roads.
We also picked up leaves and dumped them just inside the pasture gate. What was once a 10'-wide berm has grown into a monstrous leaf pile that builds up year after year!
A couple of weeks later a large wind storm tore through the area and collapsed a hollow tree.
Laura went to investigate and ran back to the house, excited about what was inside it. She grabbed a 5-gallon bucket, which earned us a parade of corn-chasers. We whooped, clapped, hollered, and swung the empty bucket, then turned it upside down and climbed up to take a peek.
This is what we found....
And, as I was cleaning out the refrigerator the other day I realized we haven't shared the bane of Pine Ridge Farm: the chicken pile. Since it's the most un-favorite house chore, and I'd never ask you, our guests, to help, I thought a digital introduction might be best. What is it? A simple 6x6' patch that's set aside for organic waste: egg shells, vegetable peelings, the remains of canning, gardening, etc.
She's not the only one. Mr. Farmer thought he'd get some dirt work done before the ground froze, but 3/4" of rain was enough to slow him down.
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| Stuck. |
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| Unstuck! |
We also picked up leaves and dumped them just inside the pasture gate. What was once a 10'-wide berm has grown into a monstrous leaf pile that builds up year after year!
A couple of weeks later a large wind storm tore through the area and collapsed a hollow tree.
This is what we found....
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| Raccoon remains, perhaps? |
It was here, just like this, when we moved in 18 years ago (almost to the day) and hasn't changed--other than the animals that make their way in and out. Long live the chicken pile!
And, now, on to basketball, Thanksgiving dinner, slow, cold days and hauling grain--each one an opportunity to be thankful and live in gratitude as the good Lord purposes and provides.
Blessings to you and your families from Pine Ridge Farm, Iowa!
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