Adventures Take Many Shapes and Forms.

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What began as a beautiful Friday morning...









Quickly took a nasty turn.

The air, when you stepped outside, had that magical quality to it. Michael had gone down to get in some time on the trampoline, "Perfect weather for jumping, Mom". I was chatting on the phone with a friend. I went to hang the phone up and saw a man in the pasture with Michael.





It took me a few seconds to recognize the man I am married to.

I wanted to do a lot of things. But I did nothing except get on my knees and pray. I did make a call to my attorney, to see what my rights were. You see, this man has not been here for 18 months, is completely ignoring a court order of support against him, has not utilized the designated child visitation that was given to him at all, but decided to show up and muscle Michael, alone out in the field.

He spoke to Michael for 20 or 30 minutes, slandering my character and Michael's, and leaving Michael with a feeling of disgust. He told Michael he didn't care what any court order said, even if it meant he had to go to jail, and that he would come here any time he felt like it. Michael was respectful, but told him exactly how he felt. Even through all this Michael was thinking of me. When his dad left, Michael remained where he was standing instead of coming into the house, in case his dad decided to follow him.

I was a bit frazzled for the rest of the day. We had office cleaning and a get-together in town to do that night. Michael in much better shape than I was. But I am learning to let go and rest in the Lord earlier and earlier in crisis situations.

Saturday I would have liked to have taken the day completely off, but since I'd not done the work in the kitchen on my 'frazzled' day, we worked sporadically.

Our spring hens have come into lay. YAY! We have enough eggs to share now. This was two day's worth.





The broom corn vase.





Michael, taking care of worship music business for church this weekend.





How kefired milk looks before you swish it around to mix the curds and whey together and strain out the grains.





Here is three day's worth of growth on the Kombucha SCOBY. The mother has risen to the top and you can see it bumping up underneath the filmy growth of the baby SCOBY. It's doing fine.





Seth, the dog, went nuts and we took this photo of a small equine entourage passing by. Whoever they are, they like to come out in the Autumn, not much other times. Seems like the time of year for it.





No, I don't talk about our horses much, because that aspect of my life is a little frustrating to me, not having time to work with them. But I have them, I love them, and they have always been a formulating factor in the foundation of who I am. I always dreamed of how wonderful it would be to have sets of draft horses. I'd love to ride a Percheron. I even went window shopping a couple of weeks ago online. Google is a lovely place to waste time.

Another office to clean this morning, and windows to wash this afternoon. I hope I can make it to church with Michael.

Better get busy!

~Faith

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