Every Grain – Homestead Lessons

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When I was young I lived in a city until, we moved to the country. Then, I yearned to return to the city where everything was in reach. I loved the open land and fresh air. Our animals and business were hard work along with good doses of fun. I loved driving the country roads to shop and get supplies. These were great days in my opinion. Now that we have returned to the country, I realize there are lessons I missed due to the exuberance of youth. One of those lessons is: Every grain is important.

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The Dawn

The Master Creator’s Morning Miracle (Photo by Milly’s Helper)

Have you ever driven into the dawn? Recently I rediscovered the blessing of the dawn. This is a gift given to us every day. This week, at five in the morning, I loaded the cooler and my guys into the van and we headed out for an appointment in South Florida. The drive would take about five hours. Soon the night owls dozed off and I began morning prayers. Turning onto Highway 40 we headed east into the Ocala National Forest. Highway 40 cuts through the middle of the forest generally running east to west across the state.

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Another Step

House in a box and ready to roll!

I looked back to see my last post. It was dated 11/19/2022. Stunned I look at the calendar 2/18/2023. Desire to write hit me full force. Oh… how I miss writing. Until this moment I haven’t written anything since November 30th. I have taken another step, a really big step, in my walk with the Lord. This step had many pieces and tasks. It consumed my days for the last three months…

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Looking Back

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We are getting close to the official start of Fall here in the Northern Hemisphere. The change of seasons usually gets me looking back at what got done and what didn’t over the last quarter. It’s a leftover of my working life where we reevaluated every quarter of the financial year. While my life no longer follows financial quarters, it is still an ingrained habit to look at how things are going with each season.

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Struggle Session

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“Struggle session” is a fairly new term for me. I’ve been hearing it in political and educational news over the last couple of years. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but when I listen to the context, it doesn’t sound pleasant. To me, it sounds like a heated argument that is unlikely to be resolved without force or someone giving in to something they don’t believe. If this is going on in our political and educational systems, there are going to be hard feelings for a very long time! I shudder to think of the division. Then, I ask, is there good that comes from this practice?

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Clean It Out!

Circumstances have changed and cleaning out our home is no longer in the far off future. It needs to be done now! We knew this deadline would eventually come and we will clean up our act. The projects and stuff that accumulated over the last 30-plus years needs to be dwelt with in the next several months. Let’s just say those ‘chickens have come home to roost!’ And they need a place to stay!

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Mustard Lessons

Mustard Pods Drying in the Sun (Photo by Milly Moss 5/23/22)

I have been growing mustard and collards over the winter. While I’ve eaten collard and mustard greens over the years, I had never cooked them myself until recently. These plants flourish in South Florida’s mild winter and sandy soils. It amazed me how large the leaves grew. The mustard greens were even bigger than the collards. When the summer heat started in March. The heat and insects damaged the collards to the point I had to cut them back in April. The mustard plants bolted and sent thick tall stalks reaching for blue skies. This has me hoping for mustard seeds.

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God is my Copilot?

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There was a bumper sticker back in the 70s and 80s declaring “God is my Co-pilot!” Maybe there are a few antique cars that still have it out there. Maybe you’ve seen it yourself under years of road dust. I liked seeing others with faith enough to declare it. The phrase made me feel connected. Recently, two novels I’ve been reading have changed my perspective on this slogan.

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