The kiddo that wears this shirt,
his education is on the line.
their preparedness for fall and winter is on the line.
her sanity is on the line.
Autumn is my absolute favorite time of year.
While others see wilting, withering, and decreased daylight, I see, smell, and taste actual-factual remnants of life and growth and love. My inner pioneer voice (no, not like the modern day The Pioneer Woman (aka Rhee Drummond), but more like one of America’s true pioneers, miss Laura Ingalls (aka“Half-pint” of the prairie), clamors:
Get Ready! Get Ready! Winter is near! Winter is near!
I hear it loud and clear because just two days ago we had three digit temperatures – and this morning I pulled on a sweater and pants over my pajamas to hang morning’s laundry on the line. It’s brrrr-cold this morning and I’m not ready for it to hunker in just yet.
Our chilly morning air snaps hard with decaying scents of summer and I wonder who in our household will buckle first from the cold. Every year we delay as long as possible the lighting of the wood stove, and this year will be no different. Well, actually, it may be different because I’ve always been the holdout, the one who resists the first kindling stacking and paper lighting. But our heat source and cooking source this year, like last year, is a wood cookstove – and to tell ya the truth, I’ve missed baking (pizza, pie, bread, etc) over the summer.
I may crack my woolen sock, indoor-wearing stocking hat facade just so I can press whole-wheat dough to pan’s edge; slice-n-spread farm ‘maters, peppers, and onions atop homemade sauce; and smell pizza, and probably a peach cobbler too, as they bake in an autumn hot wood cookstove oven. That, and percolate coffee. Ohhh, yummyyyyy. My tummy’s all a rumbly.
Yikes, I’m making me hungry and a bit drooly. What was I talkin’ about anyway? Okay, okay, let’s back on track, on task, on the trail, and in gear…
This time of year is busy, busy around the ole ranchola with horse stuff, rodeo stuff, fair entries, and fence building; plus, we’ve still got some food preservation and wood gathering to do before the snow flies. Not to mention that school starts up the first week of September and we’ll still be working at the farmer’s market one day a week through October – so we’ve got to be more compact, precise, streamlined, and basically more organized with homeschooling so we can still spend our Fridays at the market.
So, what’s a simple country girl to do?
What’s she gonna do
before she simultaneously gets overwhelmed
and undertowed to the deep end of her waning pool of sanity?
Do something less so the thing that needs doing right NOW can be done.
Toodle-ooo for a spell, boys and girls.
As my grandpa used to say, “See ya in the funny papers.” Just so ya know, I’ll be the one standing on top of Snoopy’s doghouse, just a howling at the moon. Why? ‘Cause I can and you’re not the boss of me.
And because sometimes a girl’s just gotta howl so she doesn’t buckle under the heaviness of it all.
What do you do when a lot o’ stuff is flapping around on the line? If you are a woman, a wife, and/or a mother to boot, I reckon you outta be paying attention to this bit of wisdom from God:
Proverbs 31:10-31 NKJV
The Virtuous Wife
10 Who can find a virtuous wife?
For her worth is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband safely trusts her;
So he will have no lack of gain.
12 She does him good and not evil
All the days of her life.
13 She seeks wool and flax,
And willingly works with her hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
She brings her food from afar.
15 She also rises while it is yet night,
And provides food for her household,
And a portion for her maidservants.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
From her profits she plants a vineyard.
17 She girds herself with strength,
And strengthens her arms.
18 She perceives that her merchandise is good,
And her lamp does not go out by night.
19 She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
And her hand holds the spindle.
20 She extends her hand to the poor,
Yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,
For all her household is clothed with scarlet.
22 She makes tapestry for herself;
Her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates,
When he sits among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
And supplies sashes for the merchants.
25 Strength and honor are her clothing;
She shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many daughters have done well,
But you excel them all.”
30 Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates.