Digging Taters

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Gosh! I love this time of year!

The leaves are changing color. The shadows are lengthening. The weather is crisp and cold. And there’s just a special kind of excitement in the air.

Can you feel it?!

Everything seems to be bursting with energy and urgency as we step closer and closer to winter.

We’ve definitely been feeling that excitement and urgency here at the One Acre Lott — not to mention an overwhelming drive to get stuff harvested and “put up” before the ground freezes.

As a matter of fact, a week or so ago, we had 3 evenings in a row where, as soon as dinner was finished, Lindsey and I would bundle the girls, grab our shovels, and then head out as a family to dig potatoes — leaving the dishes to be washed later that night (sometimes much later that night, unfortunately).

But, man! Those were fun evenings! Continue reading “Digging Taters”

Bacon Seeds

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I held my breath. My eyes were clear and focused. My whole body was tense as a bowstring, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. On my right, Lindsey was sneaking along the pasture fence-line, stealthy as a lioness hunting her prey. Right in front of me, stood our quarry:

An 8 week old piglet escapee.

The little weaner was shivering and panting as it looked frantically for a way out. It only hesitated for a moment though — and then, without any warning, it suddenly perked up its ears and bolted.

Lindsey and I both leaped into action at the same time, but too late: the squealing little weaner pig dodged past Lindsey and then ran right between my legs!

I pivoted and dove towards it, and landed with a cloud of dust, but my fingers only brushed the end of the porker’s bristly tail as it sped on by.

It shot like a bullet through a gap in the fence and right into the goat pen…

SHEESH!

We’d only had pigs for about a half an hour, and already things were NOT going smoothly. Continue reading “Bacon Seeds”

Ode To August

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I know this is a random question, but have you ever held a metal flashlight in your teeth for an extended period of time?

(Don’t judge, some of us don’t have headlamps).

It isn’t too bad at first. A little uncomfortable, maybe — but not too bad. Give it 5 or 10 minutes, however, and things start to get a little interesting

I think the first thing you’ll notice is the sensation that your teeth are slowly being ground away by the rough metal grip. Then, a minute or two later, the muscles in your jaw start to tighten and cramp. And then, for some inexplicable reason, your mouth starts to water — and you’re faced with a tough decision: do you close your mouth around the flashlight and suck on it like a nasty, metalic popsicle, or do you just let the drool dribble down your chin?

As for me, I usually end up drooling.

That’s what I was doing Monday morning, anyway, as I meandered up and down our corn rows in the cool, dark August air. Continue reading “Ode To August”

I LOVE This Road!

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Maybe it’s just me, but there’s a special feeling that only comes from driving a rusty old pickup truck down a scorching summer highway.

It’s a breathtaking feeling (but maybe not in the way you’d expect).

You’ve got all the windows rolled down, your hair is blowing in the wind, the sound of rushing air is loud enough to drown out the sound of the noisy old engine — but it doesn’t seem to matter how much you hang your arm out the window, there is absolutely no chance of cooling down. Continue reading “I LOVE This Road!”

Seasons

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I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something so pure about a laughing baby.

A baby doesn’t have any inhibitions. A baby doesn’t hold anything back. When a baby is happy, everything just bubbles out in one growly, grunty, gurgly laugh — and I can’t get enough of it!

Several weeks ago we were playing at the park, and I was sitting on a swing with my rolly-poley “Mudge-pudge” cradled on my lap. We weren’t swinging fast by any means, but every time we’d lurch forward or lean back, that sweet little girl would let out the happiest little giggle.

The weather was absolutely perfect. The sky was blue. The tulips and daffodils were blooming. The trees were just starting to bud. And I occasionally caught snatches of chatting and laughter from Lindsey and our 3-year-old on the other side of the playground.

All in all, it was an absolutely perfect Spring morning — except for the fact that I was feeling terribly guiltyContinue reading “Seasons”

New Life

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My necktie was whipping and flapping behind me and my hair was blowing in the wind as I bombed down the dirt road on my mountain bike last Sunday. My waistcoat was completely unbuttoned and waving in the breeze. My slacks were tucked into my socks (to keep my pants from getting caught in the bike chain). I must’ve made a funny sight, pedaling like the dickens to get home.

Y’see, a half an hour earlier, I’d been sitting in a church administration meeting (which, coincidentally, was also my last meeting for the day), when I got a text from Lindsey:

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And if that doesn’t make it hard to concentrate, I don’t know what will. I mean, we’ve been waiting at least 5 months for that little kid to arrive — and now it was here! Continue reading “New Life”

Rushed Decisions

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“When the time for decision arrives, the time for preparation is past.”

— Thomas S. Monson

Have you ever held a creature in your hands and looked into its sad, pleading eyes, knowing that death could snatch it away at any moment? Knowing that your split-second decisions could either save a life or destroy it?

Now, I don’t mean to get all dramatic here, but it’s kind of a sobering responsibility, taking care of animals — and I’ve found that the more critters you have around, the more often you’re forced into those kinds of life-or-death situations.

Take last week, for instance. Continue reading “Rushed Decisions”