Another glorious holiday!


Well now if the days aren't just buzzin' by as fast as can be! The autumn harvest was a success, praise the Lord! We had lots of help with the orchard. Church family came to help us, what a true blessing that was. Then one morn' a colored man showed up with a wagonload of folk and asked us if we needed help with the orchard. Seems they call these folks migrant workers.John said years ago his grandad would employ these kind of workers.  John explained to them we couldn't pay much and they were fine with what we could offer. The two abandoned shacks on the back acre where the orchard ends is where they stayed, guess this is where these kind of workers stayed years back when John's grandad had the orchard buzzin'.  Why I was right mortified and ran out there to try and clean those places up a bit, but their women folk already had it under control.

 One thing I was able to do was share the food we had, I am so thankful I put up such a bountiful harvest.  John even slaughtered another pig and they ate pretty good for the two weeks they was here. John smoked a couple shoulders in the old farm smokehouse and even sent them off with those. Those folks worked hard!  The women was the nicest ladies and did alot of picking too. My little brood had lots of fun playing with the children. Why I never made so many oatmeal cookies! Those children were always at the back door for a treat.

Thanksgiving is in two days and I am baking up a storm here in the old kitchen.  I am a bit sad my sister Emma can't make it this Thanksgiving, but she said they were planning on spending Christmas with us so that is a blessin'.  We're gonna have our new neighbors Dominic and Rosealee for dinner though and that is excitin to me!

Boy, just a bit over a year ago I was in such a state. I can't believe how far the Lord has brought me and John.  I love keepin' my home and being a wife and mother. All those wasted years I was worn and haggard tryin' to do a mans job. Well, I won't dwell on the past , but look to the future. God is good and while times are still pretty tough, they have gotten better.That apple harvest and the sale of the apples helped put a bit of money aside. We are still left with alot of apples , but I am making alot of apple dishes and blessin' others with our harvest. Times are tough for lots of folk.

Well now I am not sure if I should announce my surprise at Thanksgiving or Christmas. John has no idea I am expectin'. I am so excited about this baby! I am a bit tired out more though and he was concerned I was doin' too much---but I just ain't ready to let him know. Maybe Christmas when my sister is here, yes , that will do.

Off to a good night's sleep. More baking and fussin' to do tomorrow for Thanksgiving.

Comments

  1. affectioknitNovember 22, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    YAY! for a new post...thrilled about the new babe!

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  2. Deanna Rabe - Creekside Cottage BlogNovember 22, 2011 at 5:25 PM

    I am glad for a new post!

    Keep them coming!

    Deanna

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  3. Enchanted MomentsJuly 9, 2012 at 3:12 AM

    Looking forward to another post soon...

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  4. DeNiece BarnesAugust 14, 2012 at 8:11 PM

    I too am looking forward to a new post...I just love them......I pray that all is well.

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  5. Enchanted MomentsOctober 31, 2012 at 7:48 AM

    Hope that the story has not come to end ....

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