Trying

An image of a child running combined with a quote by Elder Holland: “Keep trying. … Heaven is cheering you on.”

I was able to talk to my primary kids about baptism today. I was reminded of my own baptism. I think I was baptized a lot out of expectation and culture. I did enjoy going to church. I prayed and tried to read my scriptures and do the right thing. Although I didn’t understand completely the covenants I made, or the need of my Savior, I did want to continue going to church and doing good things. That’s why I was baptized.

We had home teachers over and a family birthday party at night, and I am socially exhausted. I tend to tense up around people, especially ones I don’t know well, and it is good to finally be by myself and actually relax.

Saturday

I painted a floor.

I went on a walk, and met my family at a new pond we had fun exploring. I’m happy to find new places to visit, even after living here for three years.

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The garden is really weedy, but weeds are only a problem if you see them that way. When we moved in, I remember digging in the soil and not finding any worms anywhere. Now the worms are all over. I think a big reason for this cha nge is my weeds.

I weed when I have something else I’m trying to grow or where I am trying to maintain appearances. In most of my garden weeds grow freely. I haven’t tilled, I haven’t sprayed. If I’m not trying to grow something,  I will cut or mow the weeds down if they get huge, and selectively take out the more noxious ones. I also rotate my chicken pasture, and they do a good job of tearing things up. I use lots of organic mulch as well, including wood chips, straw and leaves in areas where I’m trying to keep weeds away.

My “weedy” garden has better soil from this treatment. Tilling and spraying are awful. Chickens and weeds are awesome. I like to think of weeds as a free cover crop. I know that even if my atypical garden won’t be called beautiful now, down the road it will be easier to get new plants established because I’m building the soil. With weeds.

I see plenty of bare patches exposed to herbicides and useless tillage, all to get rid of the heinous plague of weeds. But in the process, an opportunity is missed to cheaply and easily build up soil.

My neighbor recently sprayed this empty plot with week killer. It’s a normal bi-yearly occurrence.

A few suggestions if you would like to use weeds to build soil:

  • Get to know your weeds. Some are noxious and need to be removed.
  • Cut weeds back before flowering to prevent their further spread.

When you are ready to move from weeds to plants:

  • Chickens and other animals to a great job of cleaning the place up.
  • Plant a late fall or late spring cover crop or new planting. Weeds come in two stages: winter annuals that germinate in the late fall and are the primary weeds in the spring,  and summer annuals that germinate in late spring and are the primary weeds in the summer and fall. Time your cover crops after the previous stage has started to flower or die back, and before the next stage has germinated. This takes a bit of observation to get the right timing. With the right timing, the cover crop has the advantage and will help eliminate many weeds. Just cut back the weeds that are ending and seed the new cover crop or planting. I started a clover lawn this way.
  • Mulch. Fall leaves, straw, wood chips all work well. Cut back the weeds, and apply a thick layer of mulch The deeper the better. For really horrible weeds (or lawn), it’s a foot deep layer.
  • Tilling is acceptable as well. Adding a bit of compost on at the same time is best.

Okay, end of random garden tidbit. I’ve been writing, teaching and offering advice about gardening for so long that I end up writing about it, not really meaning to.

Parenting

Adventure #1: I had grumpy kids. Staying at home did not seem like a good option. So we drove two blocks and changed the oil in the car. They had popcorn. The kids were happier. I am glad that kids enjoy popcorn and seeing cars lifted up.

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Adventure #2: We wanted to go to the pond and maybe fish a bit. But as we pulled out of the driveway it started to rain. And hail. We drove around a bit thinking of things to do. There was a rainbow in the sky. We thought of visiting Grandpa and pulled up when he was leaving. Finally, we went and bought ice cream. Bubble gum ice cream is disgusting. It ended up in the garbage. Tears were shed.

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Trying out asapragus

It is hard to be a mom. I try to do my best, but I often don’t know what to do. The things I try go poorly. Or I maybe should try more in certain areas and less in others. All the parenting books and articles in the world can’t quite describe the unique relationship and struggles I have with my children.

Love them.
Listen to them.
Guide them.

Maybe the struggle with parenting most of all is it is easy to forget how simple it can be.

 

Rain, Rain

I was inside all day. The little boys and I made a pond upstairs and went fishing. I did a bit of cleaning, worked a tiny bit on Henry’s bedroom. Took a nap, and finished up the first go of my planner on my website because everyone was playing so nicely.fishing.JPG

They even dished up their own snacks and made their own dinner. I almost wanted to get upset when they bypassed my dinner plans in favor of their own. But I stopped. This was actually quite awesome. My six year old made dinner for himself and helped the four year old do it too. It was healthy. They can do that anytime they wish. Henry did come up to me covered in peanut butter though.

I had a community garden meeting to start our new season tonight. It was fun to get out and go talk with garden lovers.

Oh, and I had my husband change my password on Facebook and log me out. I’m on it way too much for now good reason. I’m excited to not have access.

Just Show Up

I practiced a little race walking. In the rain pushing a stroller. I’ve never liked running, but I do like to walk fast. It was the first time I’ve really race walked, and it was fun. It’s very beautiful outside, we are into the psychedelic spring phase where everything is blooming like crazy.

We had story time at the library, playing at home with lots of friends over today, and far too much procrastination on my part. My mantra today after a slower morning and a lot of negative thoughts on my part was to just show up. I didn’t need to do anything great but simply do the things that needed to get done, and be there for my boys.

I ran across a similar theme in a blog post and video. I have a hard time accepting that some days are worse than others: I want every day to be perfect. But it’s not going to be and some days all I really need to do is the bare minimum. There’s nothing wrong with slow days.

I did weed a big bucket of weeds, and helped my husband paint the ceiling. I wanted to try out a textured paint there.

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To be honest, I like the look for such paint jobs, but I also do them out of laziness.

We had soccer in the rain. I had two little boys on my lap under a big warm blanket. One was hiding under the blanket. soccerc.jpg

Piano Lesson

I spent the morning cleaning up. Cleaning up vomit and poop. I would like to be done forever.

Curtis is so fun. He’s a middle child, quiet, and loves to play by himself, so sometimes he also easy to ignore. Today we sat down and did preschool. He was very attentive and smart, and much more easy going about it than his brother ever was. Later, he got out his piano lesson book and I went through about three pages with him and he wanted to keep going.

Besides all that, the most exciting part of my day was buying a huge amount of groceries. It was case lot sale time, and I love living in Utah where we have case lot sales. I feel about ready for a siege or zombie apocalypse.

And I loved this article. I tend to get really down on myself and think I am not good enough, or even think I’m too good. I compare myself against arbitrary measurements. I shouldn’t. What is true, is God has a work for me to do that only I can do. I do that work with a lot of His help, and by being myself.

Tulips

It was nice to get back to regular chores. I mowed the lawn for the first time and cleaned up the house, while listening to fun music.

transplants.JPGpetals.JPGAfter playing with the kids and having lunch, we decided to go on a near spur of the moment adventure. My mom has a pass to Thanksgiving Point that was expiring this week. We drove down to visit the gardens and farm. The kids actually quite enjoyed the gardens, and were troopers with all the walking. The boys’ favorites were the  fishes, tulips, and waterfall.

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We saw a nesting owl and geese. And the goose attacked us. There were signs up warning of the nesting geese, so we kept what we thought was  an appropriate distance, until a goose flew across the ponds, flapped at my mom, and pecked Curtis’s head. No one was hurt, but Curtis was pretty shaken up. They can now join Peter in “I’ve been attacked by a goose” club. (A goose charged and pecked Peter when he was two. He was also uninjured.)

Henry loved seeing all the animals at the farm, until he had the opportunity to ride a pony. That was a horrible idea, and he was literally shaking with fear. His pony ride lasted 30 seconds.

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It was a very good day until the end. On our way home, the final kid got sick and ended our little adventure with an explosion of vomit. Dinner was too salty. We watched a show and put everyone to bed.

Perfection

Growing up I thought the best way to live my faith was to be perfect. Then I made mistakes that got a lot worse than stealing a couple of pieces of candy from the bulk bins. And I realized that my faith in Christ should not be based on being perfect, but my faith allows me to overcome my sins and imperfections. I slide off the road on my journey in life, but the miracle of Christ is He can overcome any obstacle that I face. Believing in Christ isn’t about me being perfect, it’s admitting I’m not and I want help.

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The youngest two children were sick. I got a lot of cuddles in. The rest of us still made it to at least a portion of church. I spent the rest of the day reading, watching a lot of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, playing games and reading stories with the kids.

I found this article the other day, found it matched my feelings a lot. I’m glad that lately I’ve rediscovered myself and I’m actually enjoying life instead of getting stuff done.

Back Home

After 1200 miles of driving and sleeping in three different beds it is good to be home.

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My magnolias are coming out!

Although home is a bunch of work. Unpacking, laundry, catching up chores, re-planting some plants outside (it’s a good idea to check your landscape design before you plant something), and painting a bedroom.

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It’s fun too. I read, went on a bike ride with H, and played in the sandbox with the kids. The kids were mostly happy to be home, they had a friend come over and lots more to do than they had sitting in a car. For 1200 miles, the kids were troopers on this trip. Hardly a word of complaining.

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This is a picture just for reference. We are mostly through planting the area by the fence with a food forest this year. I’ve planted grapes, apple tree, plum tree, bush hazelnuts, strawberries, asparagus, rhubarb, raspberries, and honeyberries in this area. We have a few more fruit trees coming soon.

Driving

If you happen to be by Douglas Wyoming, stop by Ayres Natural Bridge. It was a great stop with the children. They had a playground to play at, and a mini hike up to the top of the bridge, and lots of fun throwing rocks into the stream.under

We started out at my sisters, and I’m happy to be heading home. After the bridge, we stopped by another park in Casper and drove a lot. The kids (and parents) are getting a bit restless in the car. We are pit stopping at my older sister’s and tomorrow we will finally be home.