I've decided to cut down on my Internet use. It seems I get caught up in researching, blogging and such that my life stopped feeling balanced. I feel happy about it.
Up above is my clothes line. Heath put it up for me. I feel happy about that, too.
Our garden wasn't doing so well so I decided to do a square foot garden. We then noticed the veggies growing out of the other garden so now the square foot garden is mine and the other garden is Heath's. Hopefully he'll be doing the canning from his garden. right!
Those are Heath's cute legs.
Growing up I remember eating graham crackers and milk at my Nanaw's house. I'm passing it down. The boys love it. Well, Heath doesn't, he's not a fan of the sogg.
Just doing a little farming.
Heath and Noah slept out in the tent in the front yard the other night. Noah thought it was the best. They had a little fire and roasted mallows.
Yes, it's a weed eater. It's small but it was free and it works. I think I prayed it here.
It's true that it's not a good idea to pick up snapping turtles (they're mean). It's also true that I would like to be a soap maker and a bee keeper. Soap maker first, bee keeper next. Also, the MRI results came in. They said they couldn't really see anything out of the ordinary with his brain (this is good) or his cervical spine (hoping they would have seen where the nerve was injured) but some of the images were not clear. My first thought was how could they not be clear? He was out (which means completely still) and they were in there for 2 hours. I don't know. Now they want to do an EMG. They stick long needles into his arm to test the nerves individually. They don't put him out but maybe give him a sedative. I don't know that's what the secretary lady said when she called. We have an appointment soon to figure out the details.
"Faith is a gift of God bestowed as a reward for personal righteousness. It is always given when righteousness is present. The greater the measurement of obedience to God's laws, the greater will be the endowment of faith." - Bruce R. McConkie