I thoroughly enjoyed my outing with Deborah to the farm market on Thursday afternoon.
Friday morning, it poured buckets, but I was able to go out and do some shopping late morning to early afternoon and didn't have to take my umbrella out once.
I managed to make some yummy chicken vegetable soup Friday afternoon and even remembered to buy a nice loaf of bakery bread to go with it. (Marco Polo bread, from Wegmans)
On Saturday morning I baked a Bread Pudding and 2 apple pies. A few of our kids stopped by to help stack firewood around noon.
Saturday afternoon we met up to help celebrate the birth of grandchild #7. Spencer will be one on Wednesday. Not sure how that happened so fast...
James had some work to do after church yesterday, so I drove home the long way, took a few cornfield photos, stopped for an ice cream (It was lunch and the last for the season...), and checked out a barn sale before heading home. Then I took a long backyard ride on the tractor/lawnmower. Cutting grass makes me sleepy, probably something to do with allergies. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open once I came in. While James watched the football game, I tipped over and closed my eyes for a bit.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.