August 13, 2022
Bats flit and dive in the dusk over our pasture, each one eating an incredible number of flies and mosquitoes. I’ve thought about building bat houses to attract them, but it doesn’t seem necessary. I think they must have plenty of nesting sites in the nearby bluffs and dead trees.
Last night and today have been noticeably more comfortable outside. Today feels like early fall weather.
Down On The Farm
Daisy is getting closer to calving, which means we need to get her milking stall built in the barn. We also need to get a secondary chicken coop built to house the new chicks that are outgrowing the brooder. This second coop will come in handy for raising chickens for meat, raising layers to a size where they can defend themselves with the rest of the flock, etc.
18 more quarts of salsa canned this week
Best Thing We Ate
Fried green tomatoes!
From Family Worship
Continuing to make our way through Acts, we had a good discussion one night this week in Acts 13, specifically v. 36 where the Apostle Paul says that David “served the purpose of God in his generation, fell asleep, and was laid among his fathers and underwent decay”. The context is that Paul was comparing David to Jesus, who did not see decay after death. Jesus is the king that David could never have been.
But the simple phrase that David served the purpose of God in his generation got us thinking. Each generation is handed the baton, to run with it until it is time to hand it off to the next. We are each bound by the time and circumstances that God has allotted to us in His perfect wisdom. What will we do with it? Will we serve the purposes of God, or will we serve the purposes of self? How does this affect our planning and thinking about the future?
I took Samantha with me on a short business trip to Florida where we stayed with my parents. It was a great opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her, an amazing young lady.
We were invited to join our friends on their trip to the Ark Encounter and Creation Museum. Not being sure what to expect, we were impressed with the size and detail of the place! We had a great time with our friends and learned a lot.
On our way home through Kentucky, we drove through Wendell Berry’s home town of Port Royal. The influence of his writings on our chosen way of life has been significant, and it was surreal to be there – the setting for all of his fiction, poetry and thought. We went to his bookstore in town and I succumbed to the temptation to buy a 1st edition copy of one of his non-fiction works, signed by him, and…from his personal library.