My Dad was a farmer. He loved the land, he loved his family and he loved Jesus. He instilled those values in each of his five kids. I am the youngest. One characteristic that stands out about my Dad is that he never worked on Sunday. For my entire life until the day he died he was committed to observing the Lord’s day. It was important that we worshiped together as a family. It was a day set aside to refresh and take guilt free naps. My husband Ryan (a cold weather loving Minnesotan) and I came back to Nebraska to farm in 1994. I am thankful that we too have made going to church on Sunday a priority. We also use Sunday afternoons to sometimes take those long afternoon naps and to sometimes discuss the schedules for the week ahead. On the other hand, when there are three boys in the house, our Sunday afternoons can be quite the opposite of rest. For instance:
THIS IS SAM (left picture). Sam has many ideas swirling around in his cute little head. One idea is to improve our nine acre dam. It captures run off from many miles of neighboring fields which make it quite cloudy and we also have a plethora of bottom dwelling fish. After researching “How to clear up pond water” he decided to add old alfalfa bales along the edge of the pond. The theory is that once the alfalfa breaks down, it creates beneficial bacteria which will bond to the clay particles in the water. This bonding will send the clay to the bottom, clearing the water. See experiments below. So he and his "not-as-into-it" brothers set off to help him complete his project.
NOT-SO-INTO-IT BROTHER #1
NOT-SO -INTO-IT BROTHER #2
They started by loading the truck!
(Nothing they’d rather be doing on a hot and windy Sunday afternoon.)
Did the hard work pay off?
The collected pond water two weeks old with no alfalfa.
The same water after alfalfa had been added and sat
for another two weeks is pictured on the right.
Our three boys aren't the only busy bees
on the Twogood Farm.
Today the bee man stopped by with a new nook of bees for us. Our bee man’s name is Jay. He is incredibly knowledgeable about bees and I am not. (Neither is Ryan; even though he’s trying to look super interested, he has tractor trouble on his mind.)
We appreciate Jay not only for his patience with us, but also because he is like a walking beekeeping dictionary. Jay talks about bees in such a way that sometimes it sounds like another language. It brings back the bad feeling I had in school when the professor was lecturing and everyone was nodding their head like they understond and I was like, “Wait. Am I suppose to know this stuff?” But just like school I nod my head in agreement and figure that I’ll just google it later. I love the idea of bees on our farm and hopefully with his help, the second time around will be a success.
Tractor Trouble = One Unhappy Farmer
It’s planting season and Ryan has tractor trouble. And
if the tractor’s not happy, ain’t nobody happy.
I don’t know what the problem is and if I did I would tell him the answer and then he’d have to pay me a lot of money for my smartness. But after many trips to mechanic shops and implement dealers, a man from church stopped by today to help for a few hours. But it was to no avail and the phrase, “Houston we have a problem” still reigns supreme.
"Bunnies" in the kitchen
I am trying to recuperate after an event we hosted on our farm last night called “Forage and Fields.” It was a great time and there will be more about this on a later date. What does an evening of entertaining plus Sunday lunch equal?
Dishes. Endless dishes. They multiply like rabbits. You put two in the sink and voila! There’s suddenly a mountain of them to tackle. I once read a quote on a farmwife’s wall. It said, "A man can work sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done.” So true. I think I’ll tackle my dish bunnies after my nap!
Thank God for work. He created us to work.
And thank Him also for a day of rest.
Come to me, all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.