Country Boys

I smile when I see these pictures. I was raised in the Lynden city limits most of my life. Many of my friends were large dairy farm owners and I loooooved to visit their homes. I savored that county life while visiting them. The loud large family environment, the mice in your barn boots, “poop skiing” behind a cow(grab it’s tail in the mucky barn, slap it’s rump and hold on!), bucking hay till you collapsed, feeding calves, drinking your own cows milk…ahhhhh….

I wanted to raise my children living a simple slow paced life, with farm animals coming out of our ears. Very much contrary to what we see around us. 

The feed store won’t allow us to afford farm animals coming out of our ears, but the Lord has seen fit to grant the desires of our heart to raise our children living a simple, slow-paced life. His Word has been our direction. To us, this is what is important: not a hurried life, not a calendar full of scribbles, a parked vehicle  & no need for a watch(and I don’t wear one). Life’s lived too quickly, children grown too fast, regrets come slithering in.

 

Which brings me to my pictures that make me smile. We had a sick chicken. It just didn’t *look* right. I could tell she wasn’t going to be with us in the morning so Daniel asked me what do with her. I said “butcher her up son.” Oh how his eyes twinkled! As you’ve read, this isn’t their first time.

 

In the *Cone of Death* she went and her lights were out in no time flat. The boys were busy naming the different organs and their function as they pulled them out.

 

In no time flat, we had ourselves a nice tasty meal that was sufficient for our large pot of spaghetti tonight. Mmmm good.  What providers!

It does my heart good to see them so confident and able.

Then comes my princess. Dress on backwards, mud on her cheeks, a nightcrawler in her right hand and a crown on her pertty little head.