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Feeding The Horses

We have two little horse pastures behind our home.  If and when we move to a new place, it is one of the things that I will miss the most!  I love being able to look out my kitchen window while I'm cooking or doing dishes, and seeing the beautiful horses grazing or galloping just beyond my garden.  This week, we went down to help Nate's Grandma Vera pick some of the abundance of apples on her trees.  She is bottling apple pie filling, which is some of the best I've ever had.  (I still miss my mom's homemade apple pies, though...)

So, Nate climbed a ladder and picked apples, and Grandma Vera and I supervised from below!  There are still a ton of apples on the trees, even after Nate picked what seemed like hundreds of them.  The upside is since Nate picked them, we got to take some home with us!  I made apple chips in the dehydrator yesterday, but I still have a lot left.  Sylvia thinks we should make crock pot applesauce.

We saved a special bucket of wormy and bruised apples for the horses in the pasture behind the house.  They sure thought the apples were a treat!  The kiddos loved having the horses eat right out of their hands, and even Nate got in on the action.  It was a pretty fun Family Night activity. 

Soccer

Preschool, Round 3

Gotta love that face

As you can see, we really like Super Mario

Ben just began his third year of preschool!  Ben turns five at the end of the month, but we miss the cut-off this year for Kindergarten.  Personally, I'm glad that we have one more year to prepare (and mature) for real school.  But, we still work hard at home!  Ben is starting to read simple words, and we are spending a lot of time working on printing letters.  Ben loves preschool a lot, especially his teacher, Miss Marianne.  She and Ben really get a long well, and surprisingly, he minds her!  This year, the preschool bought an iPad, and Ben can "earn" five minutes if he behaves in class.  He is getting so big!

For The Love of Everyday

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in search of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while i may, for it may not always be so. One day i shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all in the world, your return.

{Mary Jean Iron}