PB went on a vacation with his Grandma without us. The house was a lot more peaceful, but also boring. I enjoyed spending time catching up on some projects, as long as more time with these people:

Mr. C is quite good at helping plunge the applesauce.

Right now I feel like my life is abundant. My prayers are full of gratitude. I have plenty of food in the kitchen, much of which came from my own garden. I am able to be a homemaker and spend the best time of each day with my children, watching and teaching them. I am overcoming some of the weaknesses that have brought me down in the past. I have much to do every day, and most of it is very meaningful. I have an abundance of friends and family that I continue to deepen my relationships with. I an learning about and incorporating new practices into my life that have made it richer, including meditation and permaculture. My body continues to engage in the amazing task of growing new life, and I feel my baby move frequent inside me. My husband has a stable job he likes, and although we are not rich, we have enough means for our needs and most of our wants.

I don’t know how long this time of abundance will last. My family has all worked hard to get to where we are now, and the Lord has blessed us. We’ve also had harder times, and I’m not expecting them to stay away forever. Now, I’m just focusing on becoming the best I can so that whatever does come, I will have a store of spiritual strength.

My four year old can beat me in a race right now. I’m not in very good shape right now, thanks to the wonderful excuse of a baby in my abdomen. Still, I wanted to go on a hike. We ditched the idea of the six mile hike up the mountain, and decided to go to the easily hiked Wind Cave trail. I think it was about my third time hiking this trail. Well, the not-too hard less than four miles round trip was almost too much for me this time around. While I was huffing up the trail, Joe reminded me that I hiked Logan Peak when I was similarly pregnant with PB. I was too ambitious then.

PB generally does better hiking than walking (trying to get that kid to walk anywhere is like walking up the down escalator). It was a bit too long for him though, we had to do a lot of motivating and listening to complaining.. Even Mr. C who had the benefit of riding on Daddy most of the way had a meltdown right before we got to the windcaves. But we did make it. And I realized on the way that I don’t love hiking because it is easy, but because it pushes my body to do more than it normally does. It is better because it is hard.

Our community does a big celebration right after Labor Day named Peach Days. It is right around the time peaches ripen, and it is an easy time to find an abundant amount of peaches for sale. This year we had a peach tree adopted at a church garden, and we had a good harvest of huge peaches. One of my main activities on peach days was canning peaches.

Saturday we went to the parade and wandered around. It was hot, lots of walking and looking at things I didn’t care about. Not my favorite. The kids did have fun, eating huge amounts of candy from the parade, riding carnival rides, and looking at cars at the car show. This was probably the favorite activity: