Messages From The Chalkboard....

Sis. Precious Overload!

 

 Sis. Precious overload! 

She is amazing! 

 She is now training a new Sister!

 I can't believe we are going on 8 months!! Yippee!!! She is a perfect joy!

 

Muddy Adventures...

One thing we know for sure, is that The Rooster loves to have alot of fun! 

He has great friends and they love a good adventure together. 

A few weeks back, The Rooster gathered his dear friends and they set out for a day 

of 4 wheeler riding. He asked if he might "borrow" the UTV The Farmer gave to 

me for Christmas. We agreed...they gathered some snacks and sodas and took off. 

Not too long after they were gone, one of the girls in the group 

posted this picture on Facebook...

where I saw it....;)

   

 And there it is! STUCK!!! 

I didn't call The Rooster...I just prayed that he would figure it out without 

damaging the vehicle. Well...they tried...and tried... and failed and failed. 

 They didn't ask for help...but returned to our home to get a truck in hopes of 

pulling the UTV out. And then more time passes. Until now it is dark. 

 The friends had built a fire to stay warm. 

 Finally I said to The Farmer... "don't you think we should call to see if they need help...?" 

and he said "No...let them figure it out."

 Finally more time passed...it got later and later and The Farmer gave in. 

 He called The Rooster, figured out their location and headed to pull them out. 

 Now stuck...the UTV, a 4 wheeler, and The Rooster's truck.

   

 The Farmer wasn't gone too long. 

 Turns out...he was able to pull them all out pretty quickly. 

 After he returned I ask him how it all went and this was his reply... 

"There wasn't one functioning brain in the whole group!"

 That was his summary. The kids???..

.They had a fantastic time! In fact...they all gathered to have dinner together,

 even though they were covered with mud. 

It was an experience that won't soon be forgotten!!

Dear Chelsea...

 

 Dear Chelsea, 

 I couldn't tell you all these things in person, it would have been a tear fest!

 So for that reason, I decided to write you this "letter."

 First of all...you know that I love you! You have been such a joy to me!

 I feel like you are my girl... I feel like you are a part of my family...one of my kids.

 You and I have shared some long talks together, and we have shed tears together. 

 What a pleasure it has been for me to watch you grow into a beautiful, kind, thoughtful, 

God loving, woman. Never did I doubt that you would be anything else. 

 I love your testimony! 

 I love your love for those around you!

 I love that you have allowed me to be a part of your life. 

 What a beautiful experience it was for us to join with your special family to welcome

 you home from your mission. There really is nothing better in the whole world

 than that of welcoming home a missionary who has served faithfully. 

 It was a very special day!

   

 Chelsea, 

I am not sure that I have ever thanked you sufficiently for the beautiful gift 

you brought to me all the way from your mission. You know that my father served his

 mission to Peru. I heard about it all through my life. I saw pictures, listened to stories.

 I knew that he loved Peru and had a great desire to return there some day.

 I don't think he knew how he would go back...he just knew that it was #1 on his bucket list ;) 

 He never got that chance. 

 When he passed away in October that was one of the thoughts that made me 

really sad, that he had never returned to his beloved Peru. I never told anyone how I felt.

 I just kept it in my heart. And then you arrived at my house with a pretty gift bag...

 As I opened the gift, I quickly realized what you had brought for me...

a beautiful Peruvian Nativity.

 

The moment I saw it, I wanted to burst into tears...

but I held it together so I didn't look like a crazy lady! 

Chelsea, I knew in that moment that the nativity not only represented you 

and your faithful service in Peru...It represented my Dad. 

 He knew that I love and collect nativity sets, 

it was his way of letting me know that he was close by. 

 And he was able to do that though you. 

 After you left, I sat down and cried. I said a little prayer of gratitude for you. 

 That you could be an instrument to help me feel close to my Dad at such a sad time for me.

 I have enjoyed that nativity set more than you will even know! 

Even now I have it where I can see it everyday. It has brought me so much peace and joy. 

It continues to be a reminder of a beautiful young lady that I love very much,

 but also a reminder of a father, who wanted to let his daughter know... 

he wasn't really that far away!

 I love you Chelsea!

 

Because I Am Smitten....

Messages From The Chalkboard...

Sis. Precious...

 

 She is doing so well! 

She has been moved to South Sacramento...

 It's a different area completely, than the one she just left..

 and She LOVES it!

I Don't Want To Forget...

 

 Last night I spent time with My Rooster decorating our Santa Tree and just talking. 

That boy LOVES Christmas and starts getting the Christmas spirit usually around 

the 1st of November. This year we have been working on a major renovation 

of our home and it really turned our lives upside down for a bit. All the while we 

knew that the holidays were quickly approaching and both he and I were wondering if

 we would be able to decorate our home for Christmas.

 It was stressing me out... and it was making him sad. 

 Well...it's done! 

 The construction site is cleaned up...although I am not sure I will EVER 

 get the dust out of my house! Our tress are set up and we have a constant fire in the 

fireplace. It has been so fun to get our home ready for this special season. 

 So last night...The Rooster and I finished decorating the Santa Tree.

 He carefully placed our ornaments that we have had for many years. 

 As we decorated we talked. We talked about things that are going 

on in our lives right now...school...firends...just plain stuff! 

 But is was great stuff. 

 The Rooster isn't a big talker...he's alot like The Farmer.

 They are quiet, but grounded and strong. 

 I loved my time with My Rooster last night...it made me happy!

   

 Around 8:30 our phone rang. 

 On the other end was a sweet cousin who just happens to live in Sis. Precious' mission.

 Sis. Precious does not live in her area but ended up being there for an 

evening to attend some meetings. The sister missionaries who live in our cousins ward, 

let her know that Sis. Precious would be there and so they planned to meet for dinner. 

 Cousin Karen took them to have Mexican food and she said that they talked and

 talked and talked. She said 

"...I wish so much that you could see Sis. Precious!... she is doing so well! 

 In fact she is literally glowing...she is so happy." 

She must have said that 4-5 time..."Oh how I wish you could see her."

 And so...I wept. That's what missionary moms do right?! 

 Sis. Precious has a new found and intense interest in family history. 

 She asked Cousin Karen everything she could to find more information about her

 heritage. Sis. Precious said that he always remembers what her Dad told 

her as she left for her mission..

."Remember who you are...and where you come from." 

 And for that reason she is hungry for more knowledge of her ancestors, 

so that she might understand more fully..."from where she comes."

 Cousin Karen and I talked more...I cried more ;)...and then she told me that she

 needed to go so she could pick up Sis. Precious and take her back to her area. 

 "Is there anything you want me to tell her ?" 

She asked...and I said with tears running down my face...

 "tell her that I love her with all of my heart and that I am so proud of her!!" 

And we said good-bye. Man do I miss that girl of mine! 

 But how grateful I am that she has chosen to serve this mission!

 

On another note...The Aggie Boy will be home in another week! YAY!!!

 I can't wait to have My Boys together for a few weeks!

 Let the Mothering begin!!! ;)

Moved....

She said good-bye to Folsom this past week

 and Hello to South Sacramento! 

She loves the new area... 

She loves her new companion...

 and She's back on her bike! 

(and very happy about it!)

 

Wondering Why It's Called...Rancho 25??

Wondering why it's called Rancho 25??

If you were...it's a pretty good question.

 Last December The Farmer and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.

 We were together for about 3 years before we married so we have been together for a

good amount of time...and it has been an adventure. For the most part it has been a good one...

but we have also had our share of sadness and struggle.

 That's life, right?

 

So as December neared, The Farmer asked me how I would like to celebrate

 this milestone of ours. I told him that I just wanted a wedding ring. 

 Last Summer as we were traveling home from a wonderful family vacation, 

our car was broken into while we stopped for dinner and most everything was stolen. 

 My wedding rings were stolen.

 It was heartbreaking. 

 So when I told The Farmer that all I wanted was a wedding ring...he totally understood. 

Now The Farmer isn't really a jewelry kind of guy. 

 Me on the other hand... I love a pretty adornment;) Don't all women??! 

 So, went went to dinner, he had researched rings, found a few that he thought

I might like and even had some photos to show me. 

 Now...this isn't like The Farmer so it was a very tender and emotional thing for me. 

 I just couldn't believe that he was so committed to the idea of a new wedding ring.

   

 Well, a couple of weeks passed and one afternoon The Farmer came home very excited.

 With a big smile on his face he told he that he had just bought a piece of land and 

he was soooo happy with it! He said it was going to be great and then he 

went on to tell me ALL the plans he had for that land. The more he talked 

the more my heart sank...and when he could see that I wasn't feeling

 his same joy...he asked me what was wrong. I said..."what about my ring???" 

and then he said..."the ring...oooohhhhhh....the ring....ooooohhhhh...." 

And then he got it! He remembered. 

 It was pretty funny actually...but it made me sad too;) 

 So he invited me to go on a ride to see this new piece of land...he was really sure 

that I would fall in love with it right away and I would most likely decide 

that this was a much better purchase than the ring.

 

So off we went. 

We arrived...I know the area well. We actually own another piece of land close by, 

so I began to understand why this purchase thrilled The Farmer so.

 As we drove, The Farmer said things like..."this is way better than a ring...don't you think?"

 hoping I would agree I am sure. He must have said it 10 times.

 He told me about all the plans he had for this spot and how it 

was going to be a great addition to our life;)

   

 The previous owners had great plans to use it as a little retreat and so they built 

a small house on it. They even dug a large hole in front of the house preparing

 it for a swimming hole. There were some corrals for cows and a beautiful 

view of our area...it's on a little hill. While we drove around the property I told 

The Farmer that I had the perfect name for it and excitedly 

he asked me what it was...hoping I had caught his vision and he 

was forgiven for forgetting about my ring. I announced..

."we will call it Rancho 25...

since this is how were are celebrating 25 years of sheer wedded bliss!" 

 And it stuck.

 

And thus it is. Rancho 25 (Viente Cinco) 

Everyone knows the story...our workers think it is really funny... 

and within the last year the 25 has become a sweet place for us.

 It is our project at the moment. Many changes have been made in the last few months...

great changes. One of which was we changed the names on the title. 

 When we went to the Notary to make the change we noticed something pretty special.

 The previous owners had never changed the name from the original owner...

it simply cost too much money to do so, so they had left it as they had purchased it.

 The Farmer decided that he would put the property in the name of the Aggie Boy...

and so when he was in town we went to sign the papers. 

 As he signed The Farmer noticed that the 25 was in the name of his father. 

It was a sweet moment. So the ownership of the land transferred from

 Grandfather to Grandson of which they share a name. It thrilled the Aggie Boy...

and made The Farmer all that much happier with his purchase.

 And I might add...my heart softened a bit too;)

 

Now it is the winter home of our horses...who could care less if we visit them;)

 They are so happy there!

 

It is also the home of our dear Violet the Longhorn...

who runs to The Farmer's truck when we visit the ranch. 

 She also stands by the gate hoping we will take her home to her pasture

 close to our house.

 I don't think she is liking the 25 so much! ;)

   

 These guys LOVE a trip to the 25! 

They even smile when we take them...;) 

So there it is...the story of why we call it Ranch 25. 

We love it! It is fun! I am glad we have it.... 

But, I am still hoping for a wedding ring.... 

Sigh....

What's Left Behind...

It is bean harvest in our area right now. 

 Historically, we should have had the first freeze of the season about two weeks ago.

 As we have "late" beans, we are grateful that the freeze has been late.

 On our way to Rancho 25 today we passed a farm where the bean

 harvest is complete...at least according to the farmer who owns the farm. 

 For others the harvest is just beginning.

 

This is what a professional Gleaner looks like. 

 He along with several other people come to the farms that have been mechanically

 harvested and glean what has been left behind by the large equipment.

 It was really fun to see how he was going about his harvest. 

 He walked through the "harvested" field finding bunches of beans that had 

been overlooked. He then made a pile of the dried plants. He had laid out a 

small tarp, he then placed the dried bean plants on top of the tarp. 

 With a large, well used stick he began beating the 

dried plants to loosen the beans from their pods.

 

Once the plants had been sufficiently beaten...he lifted the dried plants to find beans. 

 We stopped to talk to him...I asked if I might take his picture. He agreed,

 and as I did I asked him questions about his life and how he harvested 

and what other things he harvested. He explained that he had made a life

 from what had been left behind. Some of what he had gleaned he would used 

to feed his family, and the rest he would sell. It was a pretty great thing to watch.

 As The Farmer and I drove away I said something like...

these kind of people are becoming scarce. That in another 8-10 years there probably

 wouldn't be anyone left that would be willing to work this hard to make a living.

 The Farmer agreed but also added...that if things really got bad enough in the world...

we would all be willing to beat a few bean plants to have something to eat.

 I think he is probably right.

 For now, it was a lesson to me that if you look really close...

you might just find something of great value...if you are willing to work for it!