Farm Livin’

This story is one of the reasons I refuse to raise my children on nothing less than a farm. Where the beauty of God’s creation is very evident, animals are your best friends (and food!) and hard work is all you know.

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, ‘How was the trip?’

‘It was great, Dad.’

‘Did you see how poor people live?’ the father asked.
‘Oh yeah,’ said the son.

‘So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?’ asked the father.

The son answered: ‘I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.  We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.’

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added, ‘Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.’

Quotes from my Week

People make me laugh.

At community group on Tuesday: 

Guy: What kind of perfume are you wearing?

Me: None.

Guy: Oh, is that just your natural smell???

Me: What? Horses and dogs?

Guy: oh….well something smells good around here.

 

 

Last night nannying at the dinner table:

7 year old: Allie, you are so good at picking blueberries.

Me: That was SO random, but thanks.

7 year old: Well you are, I’m just saying.

Me: Well I want to be a farmer’s wife when I grow up, so I have had to get good at it.

7 year old: Oh, well when I grow up I  want to be a cop.

3 year old: And I want to be a bad guy.

Mount Vernon

painting by: bridgetbeth

I just ordered a lovely painting by Bridget, an old church friend. I have been admiring this painting for ages, and have recently convinced myself to buy it so that I can hang it somewhere reminding me of one of my goals that I am working towards…. a life in Mount Vernon among the mountains, Puget Sound, and fields of farms.

 2 more years….