Picture Journal

 Just a quick, snap chat type journal today.

 This morning, Olivia steals my coffee.

Gabe steals my heart...again.

Olivia steals a hat and shoes.

 This afternoon, the neighbors come for a visit.

Jim becomes discontent with being Caucasian.

We have popcorn for dinner.

Live

Laugh

Love.

Then do it all over again tomorrow.

Vintage Quilt

She hand stitched it in the 40's,
by hand. 

 Quilted it, by hand... 

all 10,000 pieces.

 After she had passed on, her daughter gave it to my mom, 

and now the old  quilt was being passed on to me.

"It has lived in two log cabins since the 40's", mom said, unwrapping the bundle,

 "and I think it belongs in your log house now."  

My heart quickened when I saw it.

I knew I would lay it on the piano, a place it will be seen and admired...

but at that moment, I had no idea what would happen
 as I rest  my eyes upon it while I sit in the rocker by the fire.

The old quilt speaks to me. 

What can be accomplished,
it asks,
 when a person takes one small thing and adds to it?

 Bits of scraps seem to lecture me of the faithfulness in little,

when added and multiplied,

 can become something awesome.
It could be anything:  savings, time, discipling...
oh there are so many facets the analogy could take.

 The diminutive pieces of the vintage quilt are singing to me of kind words, 

when repeated over and over become a heap..

a heap to heal, 

to strengthen,

 to encourage.

Just imagining the quilter taking such pains with bits

 that most people would toss away as uselessly small

 inspires me
to courageously tackle that difficulty that lies before me
one tiny step at a time. 

 Yes, it must have taken great courage to begin such a project.

 She must have had a great amount of patience and perseverance as well. 

 The quilt speaks of character, 

giant character
 hidden in a kind old woman who didn't look very extraordinary....

but she was.

As much as the world screams and rages at us to be significant,

 the quilt whispers to me to be faithful in the small things, 

to live humbly and quietly,
yet with great courage..

 like the quilter.

"And do not be weary in well doing
 for in due season you shall reap
 if you faint not."  
Gal. 6:9

Elk In Our Yard

It is quite cold again this morning at our log house in the woods.

My thermometer said 11 degrees outside, 

which is, by the way,

 warmer than yesterday. 

With clear skies, the sun is up sparkling on the snow.  

Dazzling.

  We are a good hour late today getting around,

 breakfast and chores done, schooling started,

 for we had some special visitors in our "yard" early this morning.

They, in their quiet beauty,

 became a simple pleasure that set the tone for the day.

Quietly, we gathered at the window, 

sitting very still, 

and observed 5 elk for about 45 minutes 

while they browsed the trees and brush about 30 feet behind the lodge. 

 They are just gorgeous. 

 No matter how often we see elk and deer, 

I find it ceaselessly amazing to watch them.

Simple things,

 such as watching wildlife, 

are oft times, the best of gifts.

A pleasant way to start the day.

Wood Cook Stove Days

 Outside, the weather has been cold...

in the single digits and teens. 

 Beautiful, 

 but frigid.

 Some don't mind the cold at all, they are well equipped....

Caspian for instance...

 

Or Little Bit here.  

Little Bit has a lotsa warm fuzzy hair to keep him warm 

and adorable as ever.

Inside, 

we have a wood cook stove 

that adds the extra warmth the lodge needs in this kind of weather.

The lodge is so very big, with high ceilings which make it challenging to keep heated.  

In the cold weather, below 20 degrees or so, we really have to keep the cook stove going all day

 for adequate heat through out the house.

Therefore, we are doing a majority of cooking on and in the charming cook stove. 

One can always find tea water, and often some pot of soup or sauce simmering.

Today we are making cheeseburger soup for lunch.

(no recipe, we just made it up)

                         
                        After a while, you get used to the rhythm of stocking the firebox with fuel.
                                                                   This I have enjoyed.
                                          If you a country gal who relishes in those little moments, 
                                                                   like baking by smell, 
                                                          then you know just what I mean.
                                                                                smile.

It has taken me some time to get the hang of kindling a good hot fire

 with a thick coal base

 that will enable me to close up the dampers

 and heat the oven to a cooking temperature.

And, I am still learning how to keep the oven an even temperature while baking. 

Smaller chunks of wood are used for a hot fire.

  Small logs have not burned well for us.

The boys are sure getting good exercise keeping the firewood split for the cook stove.

Now, I know it will be cold in the morning,

 so I like to have the wood all ready and inside,

 making the warming up of the lodge quicker, and....my cup of coffee prepared sooner.

The wood cook stove has been a real blessing, adding cozy warmth to our country home.

Now that we are using it every day, I cannot imagine life without it.

Today, as I look at the thermometer that reads 16 degrees,

the wood cook stove is going on my Thankful list, 

right after I have a bowl of that soup.