Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Now that is one large pumpkin ...Son Kevin....

Reminds me of something I read:
Being a Christian is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all the yucky stuff--including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed etc. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside you to shine for all the world to see.

Happy Fall Everyone!

Baby Kaden today...

It's been a while since I updated my blog with pictures of Kaden. He's gaining weight and doing great. He really, really, really likes being held. He just got over having this flu stuff. I keep reminding God grandchildren are an inheritance of the Lord. He got held a lot when he had the flu. I stayed at their house and slept with him in my arms.

He also thinks his brothers are pretty special. I love this picture.

He still loves the snuggle bear they always put on his head while in the hospital. They "bonded" I think while there.
And he loves the baby food his momma feeds him.

He's such a happy boy!! He's got a lot to smile about, don't you think?

Monday, October 26, 2009

Watchman, What do you see?

I was awake at midnight the other night and I feel like God asked me the age old question He has asked before "Watchman, what do you see?"
I see the harvest is ready....

and there is a change of seasons....

First, the natural and then the spiritual.
My question is, What do you see and what do you hear the Lord is saying in this day and hour we live in?

Enclosing in the Gazebo before winter

We're hurrying up to get the gazebo finished before cold weather hits.
What is grandson Mark thinking? He's studying something out.

Must be accurate.

And my son in law gets to staple up insulation.

I love this yellow tree. Little cabin in the woods.

Little by little, we're about to get it finished. But will it get done in time to have one last party before the snow falls?

Monday, October 19, 2009

Putting in the insulation...

It was a beautiful day outside today so we took advantage of the weather to put the ceiling up in the gazebo and pour in the insulation. Three guys showed up just in time to help the boy's Poppy cause I wasn't too excited about working with him after the lifter thingy fell on my foot.

Little by little...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

It's the Barn of all Barns!

Well, heading home.  Blacktop roads again. 60 mph... Moving on...Gonna hit the first antique store when my feet hit the ground running....

But wait...

Back up the truck, Jack...what's that we just whizzed past? IT'S THE BARN OF ALL BARNS!!!
Turn around quick! Look at those thingys on top of that barn! How cool are those? And when we drove by again, the owner of this MEGA-BARN came out and said "Let me guess, you're looking at the barn". And he encouraged us to stop and get out and go INSIDE and even climb the stairs to check out the loft! Does it get any better than that? He said it was built in 1925 and was the "old McMillan Farm". I'll do some research on it when I get home and see what I can find out.

And of course I had to have my picture taken with this barn! And bless God, my batteries kept working!

Look at those beams!

And you can't tell it, but this little room was full of fruit jars. Like gallon size. And the neat thing was as we were leaving he gave me several boxes of them to take home with me. Cool!

 It truly was amazing! It's the most massive old barn I have ever seen!

I find this workmanship incredible!

The owner told me he was "the only Greek in the county" and he had the old farm up for sale because he was going to move back to where he came from. Either New Jersey or New York cause he couldn't handle the weather here. He worked in television there and had visited West Plains in 1975 and thought it would be a neat place to move to someday. He wanted to get away to a rural area to live but guess this was just too rural for him. He was very entertaining to visit with and told us of being stopped by the officers of the law and questioned about having guns or drugs, probably cause he wore his hair in a pony tail and had a different accent and looked a little "out of place" in this neck of the woods.

I Loved talking with him and it's just too bad the old barn wasn't somewhere closer to a "city" so it could be made into a museum or antique store or something like that. Someone came from California once and wanted to buy the old barn but I am sure he thought twice about it when he figured what it would cost to tear it down and move it anywhere.

What a delightful end to a peaceful day!