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Pears, Part 2

November 4, 2024

(this can be read without part 1, but here's the link if you're interested)

In a lot of ways we have beaten the Goatstead into submission. We have cut many a tree (mostly dead), hauled sticks and branches and logs, taken down old fences, added new, told which woodland creatures who could come near and who couldn’t. Inside I'm pretty sure every surface has been touched, though I did find the last globe light in a hall closet yesterday. A relic that will linger I suppose. I worked so hard this year on the pear trees. Fertilizing, watching, waiting, watering and over watering (sorry Rob for the $500 water bill). They grew beautifully, but were as hard as rocks. I refrigerated them because the internet told me to. Then I waited, waited, waited. Almost too long actually. I had given some away to owners of goats and pigs. Rob had dumped a bunch into a field. I was ready to trash them all but then I cut into one, weeks after picking, and it was pure candy.  








I had perfectly ripe pears, everything I had dreamed and worked for, and in water bills paid for, and it seemed my only option was to give them all away. I realized that this was always going to be the gig. Farmers don't grow large crops for themselves. It is to sell or give, for the purpose of feeding others. And so were my trees. They were for giving, for the feeding and nourishing of someone else. How sweet. 


Let’s talk about our garden. This garden was the fruition of a ten year dream. I planned it out in my mind and with a garden consultant. Watched the you tube videos, phoned a friend and then pushed, “GO.” We got a late start according to the growing season and worked hard to get pipes for irrigation and most importantly to get the soil in the beds so I could plant before it got too hot. As I was shoveling one day (of many days), I felt the Lord say, “This is someone else's garden.” 


Umm what


This is all I have dreamed of and wanted and it's right outside my kitchen table window with the trellis and everything?! I like to pretend I don’t hear things but God is relentless in the best way. I had been listening to Jamie Nato’s book, This Must Be the Place, and then chapter 9 started… “Chapter 9: Someone else’s Garden.” I stopped dead in my shoveling. 


my shoveling helper


The chapter was about moving away, buying a property and finding the fruit of someone else’s labor. In her case it was leaving peonies and then finding new ones. Then there was this line, “With fresh dirt on my face I will say, I did my best for you, I didn’t just take what was mine. There is hope for you in the soil, I sowed seeds of joy for you.” And so with that, and a feeling in my bones, I planted seeds knowing I would soon walk away from them. 



I walk alot. 10 miles a week seems to be just enough. It's mostly for my mental state but my body doesn’t hate it either. The Goatstead is located on a street that winds into the hill country and is not friendly to walkers as the many residents use this one main road to access their properties and homes. Just behind our neighborhood is another much smaller one, with wider and less deadly streets and so I hop in my car most days and drive there to walk. About 50 miles into my walks, I fell in love. I picked all my favorite houses and peeked in their magical backyards. I was sure there was suspicious facebook chatter about the lady walking in a black hat with a red phone looking around the neighborhood everyday. 


And so I walked. I prayed and walked. I walked just to walk. I walked just to stalk. 





There were a couple houses for sale but one was “meh,” and the other was just too much and not that impressive. So I just continued walking, the gnawing feeling of a move ever present. I told Rob about all this. He was mostly just annoyed at me, why would we move after all this work? But it was also becoming clear his office situation at home wasn’t working. The loft was cool but lacked a door, and after the kids came home from school it was nearly impossible to keep them quiet enough. 


It had been about 7 months of feeling a move. The “not that impressive house,” was still for sale. There was an open house. Turns out, it was actually a lot more impressive in person. Every surface needed paint, but that is what we are used to. The backyard is pure heaven. Long story short, we offered well below asking and it all just worked out. One night I dreamed about walking to the creek behind the new house and finding a hidden pear tree with gorgeous green pears bigger than my hand. I knew I couldn’t be so lucky twice. 


We needed to add a fence so we talked to our neighbor and tried to figure out where the property line was. “I think it's right through this tree,” I said. Looking up I noticed something. No. It can't be. Little rotting fruits barely hanging on. A pear tree. I started bawling in front of my new neighbor and had to walk away to get a hold of myself. “We have a history with pear trees,” Rob explained to him. 



“Those never ripen,” said the neighbor. 


Oh, but they do. 


In many ways the Goatstead has beaten us into submission. We have learned the meaning of the cursed ground and toil of eating from it. The long suffering of the land, of drought, and of an old house with all its quirks and faulty updates from the previous owner. It taught me about figs, fox dens, and wild grapes. How my version of perfection doesn’t exist in nature and how to just let things be. The fallen leaves and branches, the mess, will in time feed the living. The ugly parts serve a purpose too. I sat in Little Narnia, the wooded part of the Goatstead, the other day just praying about the property and what will happen to her. As the sun came up through the trees, it illuminated spider webs, turning them gold, and connecting what seemed to be every tree to one another, to the ground, like spiritual lifelines, weaving all things together. It reminded me of this:


When God created the heavens and the earth, he wove it all together like a million silk threads forming a dazzling garment never before seen – each thread passing over, under and around millions of others to create a perfectly complementary, tightly-woven interdependent, amazing whole. This wondrous webbing together of God and man and all of creation is what the Hebrew prophets called shalom. Shalom is a word packed with hope for a broken, bruised, and wounded world. It speaks of wholeness, right relationships, justice, salvation, and righteousness, all of which can be missed when we simply read the English word, ‘peace.’ God’s intention for every community is that his shalom would reign.


Almost three years after purchasing the Goatstead, she finally feels ripe, and ready to be given for the feeding and nourishing of someone else. For now we plan to rent the property, but I hope and feel there is more. More golden threads will illuminate and will connect more people to her story. 


“Plant your trees today 

Grow your flowers like you’ll stay

Cause the ones before you did the same and knew

To everything there is a season

And our days on earth are few

So plant the seeds in your pocket 

Even if they’re not for you.”

Kristen DiMarco

(Full song here)


2023 Recap

December 30, 2023

 2023 Recap

I usually know what I'm going to write by the time I sit down to type. But this year is different. Im not sure how to talk about this year. I think we need a “spotify recap” but for the GIFs we used in text messages to see a sum of our daily interactions.


Here are mine:

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I was praying about what to write and what not to write in this years wrap up. Sometimes I like to wake up early and read a passage from this C.S. Lewis reflection book and see if my mind can make sense of anything at all. I usually read it twice and have a “whoa,” moment or just give up completely. But one morning after praying about this blog post, I came upon one called, “Becoming Clean Mirrors.” This reminded me of a conversation with my best friend so I tried extra hard to be smart. To paraphrase in a very D.N. Goates fashion; the facts of our lives as christians are worth sharing when they are medium through which we gain better knowledge and understanding of the Lord and life, and THAT is worth sharing not just the facts themselves. So I would like to share some facts and some better understanding that came from them.
And so we begin. 

Part 1: FACTS

January:

*We brought baby Wally home. He was the cutest and quickly became the largest baby creature. There have been many tears shed over puppy teeth and destruction, and just as many snuggles, usually in the same hour. 


* Primary Bath shower floods for the first of 23948 times. All five of us start sharing the kids bath.

February: 

*Nora and Johnny turned one year older together, and were ever less willing to share their special day. I think it was the last time we will get away with a “pretend” party for Johnny without him knowing. 

*We took a winter trip to Mexico with kids and good friends. My phone frequently alerted me to truancy voicemails that were all ignored and promptly deleted with delight. 


*Papa made Johnny a workbench

March:

*I visited a homeschool group and fell in love with the community and decided to give it a whirl starting in August. 

*BLUEBONNETS





April:

*We learned that our lead pastor, (of our newly planted church of 6 months) was struggling with addiction.

He was given loads of support. 

* Porch Makeover

   

May-July: 

*Rob was working overtime at the church with the other staff guys and also started doing engineering consulting. 

*The Goatel was officially up on Airbnb and we were pleasantly surprised by how quickly it booked up. 

Dog Shed to Airbnb conversion

*We were too busy and also too hot.

*We went to a cave for a “cool-fun-surprise,” but we were actually just trying not to be hot for even an hour. 


*Bathroom Reno began. (check December for before and afters)

*I bought myself a BB Gun and shot at Deerlores (the mother doe) who was on our porch eating cat food and harassing Wally. (I keep it on top of the fridge now to be classy)

August

*We started homeschooling. It was a lot. Nora was never on board. Perry was on board and loved to, “presentate” on Fridays at homeschool group, usually about plants. We were making it work. 


*Johnny goes to preschool and loves his life. He wakes up most mornings and says, “What degrees is it?” “What’s for breakfast?” and, “Can we go to tractor supply today?” 

*The pastor was completely let go from the church and was in a different rehab facility. 

September: 

*Too busy. Homeschool was hard.

*Parents move in 7 minutes away!

*Went to the Wild & Free conference in Tenessee with a friend I met in birth class 10 years ago, many biscuits were consumed. Got to see a friend from highschool/college too who I hadn't seen in 10 years.

October: 

*Too busy. 

*Homeschooling was hard. 

*Kevin the cat disappeared. 

*Trip to Cloudcroft, NM and White Sands. 


*I realized something was off with Perry's reading. Turns out she has major dyslexia. 

*Paying for reading tutoring is approximately too many dollars. 

November: 

*I had a meeting with the public schools assistant principal and laid out why we left in the first place. She was somewhat reassuring. 

*We planned for the girls to go back to public school in January. 

*The search for a new pastor is underway. 

*Impromptu yard and garden fix up/ Wally ripped out the new sprinkler system. Twice. 

When we purchased in 2021
After/Not done yet

December: 

*Bubbles the cat disappeared. (Apparently coyotes are eating all the neighborhood cats.)

*We finally finished up the primary bath.

Before

     



PART TWO: Better Understanding of life and the Lord. 

Thoughts on Church

The pastor leaving and the reasons for it were devastating to say the least. Not just for us but the whole congregation. Some families left and that's understandable. But most families stayed. Some new people even joined because it seems the church is about Jesus and not the men talking about Jesus. Our congregation has weathered a huge storm and still stands. Our community group we meet with every Wednesday night has become family. Sharing meals together is some kind of simple God given magic. Do it. Don't delay.

You were meant for community. You will be sick without it. 

Thoughts on Homeschool

I am glad we tried. I wish somehow I would have had all these lovely revelations about schooling in Kindergarten. I think it was extra hard for us because they knew the big classroom life for so many years. Public school is fast paced and somewhat entertaining. Homeschool is mostly not that. More slow paced and make your own fun sort of thing. Homeschool kids have time to sit with their own minds and thoughts. I know adults who don't know how to "be alone," with themselves. So many can't spend time alone or can't sit in the quiet for fear of their own thoughts. Its a skill to learn for sure, I'm still working on it but what a gift to start learning so crucial a skill for mental healthiness at a young age.

I think it was said best by a mom in our homeschool group, “Every kid, every year.” What is best for that child’s personality at this time?  I would add, “Every mom, every year.” Can you do it this year? Maybe, maybe not. Kids on board seem to make it a lot more fun. I will carry over a couple things. Reading novels together was my number one favorite thing. Johnny is 4 and is listening to books a 6th grader would read. Don't be afraid to read over their heads. Just read and read a lot. Time is precious. I will treat after school time with the attention it deserves because I quite literally, “don't have all day,” to make the moments count. Follow their interests.

Community is key. For you and for them. You will be sick without it. 

Thoughts on Country Life

For whatever reason my first thought about working on our property is, “Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3 Perhaps nature has beaten us into poor spirits. Good things are happening but it is slow and gradual and easy to lose hope when it moves too slow. Barn cats do actually need barns apparently. Rest in peace sweet Kevin and Bubbles. Rob and I have both dreamed about them which leads me to believe we have actually crossed over into cat lover territory. The Airbnb is fun to manage and humbling too. There’s nothing like cleaning up after complete strangers 1-2x a week to get your perspectives of yourself right. Gardening brings a lot of attention to seasons and I think for most of my life I have just labeled the seasons and changed my clothes accordingly. They are a rhythm we are to keep inside and out. Winter is for slowing down. Be free to rest for the spring ahead. 

Thoughts on God

Imagine if your faith were a tired mom with FOUR two year olds pulling at each arm and leg asking for more snacks 30 minutes out of every hour. That was this year. Faith is a stretchy thing. It has more give than you think and doesn’t depend on our internal resources ... and the choir said, “Amen.” My spirit was largely downcast this year. I lost many mornings of quiet and bible reading time to puppy shenanigans but still made time for it just more sporadically. I realized I had made a rule of what spending time with God had to look like and it seems because I didn't follow that rule that I also believed I couldn’t hear from God either. Thankfully I don’t actually make the rules on how God speaks and He spoke to me anyway. He spoke through: sunflowers, homeschooling and observing my children, marco polo messages, a podcast series on solitude, and Chapter 89 of the last book of the Wingfeather series. 

I hope you hear Him in a new way too. 

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“It's been the kind of year I'd be fine if I forgot, yeah

But I'll never forget it as long as I live and that's saying a lot

The wildest menagerie of unfortunate crazy things and now it's all over

So raise up your glass, here's to brand new beginnings

And leave in the past all the things that are ending

'Cause tomorrow will bring us a new morning sun

My friends, I believe that the best is yet to come”

-Ben Rector

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Books Read:

The New Testament

Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World (me)

Hummingbird (kids)

Wingfeather Saga Books 3&4 (for me and them)

The Dutch House (Let Tom Hanks read it to you on audible)

The Penderwicks (kids)

From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (Kids)

The Poisonwood Bible (me)

Mere Motherhood (me)

A Place to Hang the Moon (kids)

Bridge to Terabithia (for my 4th grade self/kids)

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Quotes/Things I now say:

“That’s a cute trailer” 

“Did you go back and check on that goat head stuck in the fence?” 

“Don't talk about coyotes eating your cats at school, it might make your friends sad.” 

“You have to wear shoes when you ride your tractor.”

“Sorry my dog ripped your chicken's wing off, is she ok?”

“Where did you move that dead deer? I need its teeth for homeschool group.”



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Songs of the year (spotify playlist)

“We all March” Rob Goates

“Poetry” - Taylor Leonhardt

“Saints and Angels” Kings Porch

“Someday Soon” Wilder Woods

“The Best is yet to come” Ben Rector

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Looking forward to:

Doing less and expecting less from myself and others.

The official opening of the Goatstead Gardens (feb/march)

Being more creative and seeking out beauty

Helping Nell find an assisted living apartment

Walking


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