Grateful For Our Blessings

Our Texas weather still thinks it’s summer with temps in the 90’s for some days to come. Small discomfort since our home is cool and dry.

All is well at the family farm. Hava and Magen have settled in, although they wake in the middle of the night, as does baby Gabriel when he hears them. Waya has accepted them as if they were her own and is keeping them clean and tidy. She is schooling them about where they are and are not allowed to go. They thought they would check out David’s workshop but Waya nipped that in the bud and sent them both scurrying in another direction.

They’ve met the horses, the cattle, and the chickens. The horses were merely curiosities to them, the cattle scared them a bit, and they wanted to run back and forth and watch the chickens scurry about in their run. Audrey told them ‘no’ and they settled right down and just watched the chickens quietly. I can only imagine all the wonderful sights and smells for two little pups to explore at the farm, not to mention how busy the humans are at making sure there is nothing that they can get into that can be harmful.

Best of all, aside from the puppies and Waya being happy, is seeing and hearing how happy our daughter and her brood are with their little fur babies. We are all blessed and grateful for those blessings.

It’s true about our happiness being dependent on our child’s happiness. Audrey is no child, she’s going to be a grandmother again later this year, but she’ll always be my baby girl no matter her age. Seeing her happy and relaxed after all she’s been through lately is a huge weight off my shoulders, and Brad’s.

On the knitting front, I’ve finished with the set of dishcloths and they are ready to be put away until needed. I’ll work on some hand towels next since I still have plenty of yarn in my stash.

I’ve finished the third book of the Brother Cadfael Chronicles and started the fourth, “St. Peter’s Fair.” I discovered these books not long after I became a Catholic and they have a special place in my heart. I’ll never tire of re-reading them.

I’m going to see if I can find something to watch on TV or maybe streaming video and work on my knitting this evening. It’s so quiet and peaceful out here in our little corner of Texas. May all ya’ll be as blessed as we are!

Published by thenerdyyarnlady

I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl. I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles. In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s. I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.

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