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this week at the grovestead









+ It is finally springtime in Minnesota. We really earned this one and I am celebrating every single leaf. Rory planted tulip bulbs in the four raised beds and they are stunning. All winter long I looked out at the snow piled on top of those beds eager for the day they'd be full of color. That day is here!

+ At breakfast I told Ivar about a plant that has "perfect little heart-shaped flowers." He was so interested and curious and then absolutely delighted when he saw it by the chicken coop. And watching him so excited about such amazing pink hearts on a bush made me so delighted. Wonders are all around. Ivar helps me see them anew.

+ The kids love to pick dandelions and we've got a lot of them. Which, just so you know, is so important for honey bees! Dandelions are some of the first springtime food for bees, and spraying them eliminates this food source. Consider yourself off the hook on the fight against dandelions.

+ The road grader went by while on a walk with the kids. This is always cause for much celebration and thrill. We waved to the driver and he waved back at us...all four times he went back and forth on our road.

+ We're giving the honey bees a week to get settled into their new home. In the meantime, I have been online ordering all of my gear. And reading up on varroa mites and colony collapse.

+ Twelve apple trees will be delivered this week. We have spent lots of time out in the far corner of our field marking off exactly where we want the holes dug for each tree. This little orchard will be a labor of love, and I have a feeling we're going to love it. That part of our property has always been my very favorite spot on our land. From the start I felt something special was to go out there.

+And finally, Elsie is a woman of very few words, so you can imagine my surprise when she made up her own knock knock joke today. Ivar had been making up silly knock knock jokes for a while in the car and then Elsie gave it a whirl. "Naa Naa," she said. Who's there? "Mama!" mama who? "MamaDada MamaDada!!!" And then she laughed at her wit and told her clever joke over and over and over again.

becca the bee keeper


There has been a very exciting development around here. Our bee keeper who housed some of his bees on our land last year had too many paying clients and not enough bees. So he didn't have bees to put on our property. But we really want bees. And we want honey. And we want honeycomb for candles and soap. And even last year I had told Rory I wanted to learn how to care for our own bees. I'm sincerely interested.

And when we met Andrew Peterson after a concert he told us he had bees and that we "really had to do it on our own." And the way he said it made me think, we had really better do it on our own.


So we talked to Adam, our bee keeper over burgers at our favorite burger place and he actually offered to take this year to teach us and get us up and running with our own bees. He is the nicest guy, seemingly excited to pass on what he knows and I have vowed in my heart to be his number one student. I am going to try so hard.

And that's the fun thing. This is my thing. The bees are my deal on this farm. Rory seems to have a enough going with the garden, the orchard, the maple syrup, the animals and his actual job that he wasn't as game to take on a whole new trade.

But I was. Because at age 33, the thought of picking up an entire new trade is exhilarating to me. Just as I found absolute peace with being a stay-at-home mom, I have now added another title: bee keeper. And that feels good. Like adding a new title at a job you already enjoy.


So I spent the weekend in California reading a book on organic bee keeping cover to cover. And what I learned is that I have a whole lot to learn. And how glad I am to have Adam, ready to mentor me all season, passing along everything he has learned throughout his years of bee keeping.


Bees don't make me nervous. They never have. Which is good, because they can sense a persons anxiety, and may feel threatened by that anxiety and sting that anxious person. The goal is to be completely calm, relaxed, using smoke just enough...not too much, not too little.

I had on a jacket with hood and long gloves and didn't get stung. And today was a big day. They were moved from their nuc box into their new boxes. Rory will probably do a step-by-step (or maybe I will...) over on the grovestead sometime. It was really amazing. Loud and fascinating.


Perhaps the most story-worthy of the whole experience was that just before Adam showed up I was pushing Elsie in the swing. And I was thinking about how calm and peaceful I needed to be before I went near the bees. Ivar was walking towards our peonies and I saw an s,n,a,k,e right in front of him. I can hardly even type the letters without getting the chills. In college I had to put post it notes in my biology books whenever there was a picture of a, you know.

I have a life goal not to pass my fear of those things onto my children. So I tried to act really casual, pointed it out to Ivar like it was super fun. Got Elsie out of her chair and told Ivar we could go watch a show. I got in the house with a screaming Elsie who was not done swinging (she never is) and felt adrenaline pulsing through my body. I was completely pitted out and had the shivers every time I thought of the thing.

And then I had to go charm some bees.

Thankfully our neighbor girls came over and assured me that they had never seen an animal of that kind in this area before. So I decided to claim that as truth. That this little guy was an abnormality and just as soon as he meets my husband, he will meet the end of the shovel. For all of our sakes, I hope we never see him again.

And in the meantime, you'll find me standing in a swarm of honey bees.

To each his own.


unplugged


On Friday I flew to San Francisco by myself to see our friends John and Shannon. I didn't bring my laptop. And my phone had no coverage at their house. I was completely unplugged. Shannon and I went for a few walks, shared a lot of great meals and mostly talked about everything. I had told her I was ready for some good soulful conversation, and that is exactly what we had.

When she first picked me up we went and had lunch and then walked around a little lake on the dirt path that took us through the redwoods. It was really stunning. And then we went back to her house and each took a nap. She had scheduled it into our plans. Nap time. It felt so luxurious. Followed by a drive to a great town for an incredible dinner.

Being unplugged for that long, away from  my email, facebook, instagram, blogs, my blog, was so awesome. I read so much. I sat out in she sunshine overlooking the glorious hills in their backyard. I wrote with a pen on paper and got a few thoughts worked out.


It was a sweet time with a very dear friend. I came home with a full heart, grateful and glad. And I think that's what Rory was feeling too, when I drove back up the lane: grateful and glad to see me and ready for a nap time of his own.


mother's day


This family picture above is a new favorite of mine. Look at all that love for the mama! We had a great mother's day. Except that I didn't get to see my own mom! The Harrington's had last minute plans to get to Jedd's grandpa's funeral so we got to join the Groves for some sweet family time and one amazing buffet.


These pictures make me so happy. Kirby was three when I worked for Sara and Troy. And now I have my own three year old who wears stripes and adores his big cousins.




Rory brought tomato plants for all of the mama's. A fun tradition he has started. Here is Sara and Mike Wozowski. We typically bring big lilac bouquets for everyone but everything is so late in Minnesota...they aren't even budding!

And in a crazy twist, I woke up on Sunday morning with absolutely no voice. Even a whisper was hard to hear. So I sat next to Lisa and whispered into her ear when I wanted to say something. Which proved to be a lot like a game of telephone with lots lost in translation. Many a laugh at our end of the table...





sonna is seven


The May birthdays are here! A week after Mara's ladybug party, my niece Sonna had her Zebra party. Last year, you may remember was a rainbow theme, and this year was all black and white. She started her party with a scavenger hunt all over the neighborhood. It was pretty much pandemonium. Because nine first graders seem to come with a whole lot energy.


One of the stops on the scavenger hunt was to the neighbor's zip line. Which was a huge hit.




Sonna wasn't able to be in the picture with her zebra cake because she was too busy hanging out with the boys at the horsey swing. Sonna has a TON of personality and brings a whole lot of energy to every moment of the day.




Annika made this awesome zebra cake and the party was super fun. The kids ate those jelly bellies, where each color jelly bean is either something yummy or yucky. A peach colored jelly bean will either taste like peaches or vomit. Or a black jelly bean will either taste like skunk spray or black licorice. That game lasted a long time. And then the kids had hotdogs roasted over the fire and ended playing out under the pine trees in the way, way backyard.

We love you Sonna. You are so fun to be around, so full of creativity and energy. Yo have so much personality and confidence. You are amazingly talented at gymnastics and I envy your ability to do a cartwheel. :) I love you so much!


Syrup is now on Sale!


Rory has everything lined up. Our Maple Syrup is now on Sale! Click here to order.

It really is fun to have come to this stage of the syrup making process. Especially after watching Rory stand by a fire for twenty-some hours this spring, often in the rain. I'm happy to have my large pots and pans back for my own kitchen use and excited to get to share all of this sweetness with you. Enjoy!

celebrating maddie!


My niece Maddie turns 21 this week. So to celebrate, her folks invited the family out to Radison Blu where in some fantastic twist her hair matched the curtains. It was awesome. And the night was incredible. We celebrated Maddie and her style, spirit and enthusiasm for life. She was given gifts and then we each had a turn to ask her one question to answer. The night was hilarious and sweet. She cried a few times and the whole night was a joy.


I'm so sorry I didn't get a picture of my end of the table, but I was down at this end by Kirby, Toby, Ruby, Troy, Rory and Jack. I laughed the whole night long. My cheeks hurt on the drive home. Sitting with my nephews is the new hot spot at family gatherings. It's like being at a family function and inviting mystery science theatre to come and comment on everything that happens. Jack is basically my personal Jim Carrey. Today at Mother's Day lunch Rory was all like, "Jack! Jack! Come sit by us! Now be funny!" My nephews kill me and I can't wait to continue to watch them come into their own. And hear what comes out of their mouths. I do believe the gentlemen pictured below have something to do with their humor...quite the role models.



Maddie has style unending. But she seems to still accept me in spite of my many target cardigans. I remember even when I first was dating Rory being overwhelmed by her sense of style. Which is so funny, because if this was ten years ago then I was feeling fashion pressure from an 11-year-old. So glad I'm over all that, and so glad Maddie is exactly who she is. She is joy, fun and makes me want to air punch.

Love you, Maddie. (And I have no recollection of what we are doing in this picture. In particular, Rory and his elbow.)


Maple Syrup for sale on Monday!


I took this picture last spring, as we got ready to sell our maple syrup. But I wasn't happy with the label on the syrup. Thought we should print something a bit more professional. And we talked about it a lot. And a lot more. And then later about how those labels really were stalling out the process. And finally about how it now felt too late to sell our syrup...we had waited too long to create the perfect labels. And we never sold a jar. We ended up giving it all away...all 43 jars of it.

Well. This year the lack of a label isn't going to slow us down. This year Rory is ready. And though we have way less syrup to sell, we're still going to give it a go with the hopes that we might recoup our costs.

So this is a heads up! On Monday we will be selling our maple syrup on the grovestead blog. We have no idea who might be interested in buying our syrup. It might be three of you. It might be a lot more. We're excited to find out. And if you're not into buying things online you can just email me and we'll fill your order that way too. So get excited. We are! Monday is the day! It's our first attempt at grovestead retail :)

...and it probably won't have a label. But it will still taste delicious on your pancakes!

this week at the grovestead
















At least we're not bored.

Saturday night, after Mara's birthday party I raked out the lilies, while Rory prepped the potatoes. Then he went to the compost center in town and shoveled a truck load and brought it home. While he and Ivar emptied the truck bed, I pruned the raspberry canes. Sunday picked up with a delivery of wood chips, Rory building another raised bed, I sawed branches off of trees in our overgrown grove and Dean came with his tractor to plant our field.

Monday was our first planting day. Lisa, our above-and-beyond sister-in-law brought her mom and pulled Josie from school to come and plant blueberries and potatoes. She worked like a machine. Elsie and I got sick that day, which was unfortunate, and was so grateful for their help. I LOVE that Josie got out of school to help plant a field!

Tuesday Rory woke up at 6 to plant more potatoes and to work until his 11 am meeting in the cities. He came home at 5:30 and got back on the tractor and we worked until the sky was black. I gathered pine needles and put those around our blueberries and Rory moved wood chips around for the pathways.

There is always something to do. It's exciting and exhausting. I have been feeling gross most of the week, which is hard to schedule in. But all in all, we're not bored. And we're having fun. (oh! Elsie's new goal is to ride Vernon. Which is super funny to watch. And Velma caught that mouse! And then she would let it go, giving Thomas and Percy a chance to catch it on their own. It was like a little life-skills lesson, happening right in the garage. It was terrible to watch, and fascinating. And sad. And amazing. And awful. And I took a picture...)

day dreaming about our day-to-day


My mom took these pictures a few days before Easter as I was trying to figure out what Elsie was going to wear. The upper left is a dress I wore when I was little. The lower left is a dress Mara wore on Easter when she was little. The lower right is when the fashion show ended.

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My Uncle Mark was here this weekend. He sits on a board for a private school in St. Louis and always brings interesting insights on education and children. When he was here we shared a great conversation about the uses and abuses of technology and he asked pointedly, "do your kids see you read every day? do they see you with a book in your face for extended periods of time?"

And the answer is no. Reading feels like a luxury at this point in my life. Or at least that's what I tell myself, but I know that isn't actually true. If I had a book in front of my face as often as I have my phone to my face, I'd have read through the local library by now. 

It got me thinking. When can I have this built-in reading time during my day? Which led me to think about how tired I've been lately. How I seem to be fighting low energy daily. Which  made me think about my late bedtime and how it's just not sustainable. 

So I spent some time today day-dreaming. Dreaming about my day-to-day. Writing out a little mock schedule with an ideal bedtime, and the things it would take to lead me to get into bed at that time. I wrote out what an ideal morning would look like: up at 7, shower, contacts and coffee by 8. Bible reading during breakfast. Everybody ready for the day by 8:30 or 9. I decided I sleep best after a hot bath. So a hot bath is scheduled each night at 10 sharp. Bedtime at 10:30. 

The schedule feels doable, and feels healthy. I have a list of things I want to fit in to my days, if possible: reading time, time for art, time for blogging, play dates, individual play time, day adventures. I made a list of things that don't fit into my day: facebook and other distractions. I'll save most computer stuff for after the kids are in bed. I took instagram off of my phone.

The schedule will serve as a rough guideline. I know some days I'll pull it off, and other days I won't. But it was so empowering and luxurious to sit down and think carefully about my days and how we spend our time. I even made a list of adjectives describing how I want our days to feel and what I could do to ensure each day feels that way.

It was a great practice and I highly recommend doing it for yourself. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get in the tub. And read a book. It's on the schedule.

things I'm learning about faith


I have long list running in my head of things I want to share on this blog. I have all sorts of blog posts written in my head, but lately I’m finding they just are not getting written on the screen. And they’re starting to pile up. So rather than wait for the day when I have countless uninterrupted, prolific hours to myself I’m just going to start rattling them off. (I wrote this last Thursday night, and am just now posting it...)

1. Worship. I went to Living Proof Live with Beth Moore when she was here in Minnesota a few weeks ago. It’s no secret that I love the teaching of Beth Moore, and her seminar did not disappoint. She spoke a bit about getting ready for a day when we as believers are outcast because of our faith. To be ready with obedient feet and merciful hands. To be confident in our identity, in community with other faithful believers and to remember when we are harassed it does not mean we are victims, because we are already victors. Her teaching stirred my heart and I sang and worshiped at the end with a freedom and abandon I have not felt in a long, long (super long) time.

2. God’s voice vs. the voice of condemnation. My friend Lauren taught at our Women’s Bible study last week and talked about a simple practice that has made a huge difference for me this past week. I had a hard week with all sorts of voices of self-doubt and condemnation filling my head. Lauren said she’ll simply ask herself, “are these words that God would speak about me?” If they’re not, she dismisses them. I know this sounds so elementary. But all week long I have been taking some mean and self-critical thoughts captive right in the moment, reminding myself where my identity, strength and gifts really do come from. And moving on. Not dwelling.

3. The power of Words. I been thinking a lot about the power of words and how we speak our reality into existence by the words we choose. This happens in how we share a story, what stories we choose to share, the words we choose to use to encourage or to nit-pick. And most of all, how we see another person. I had an experience this week where my feelings were just plain hurt. It was not intentional, but it still hurt. And on the way home I thought it my head, “That wasn’t intentional. I’m not going to give that moment the attention of a story.” And I didn’t. I didn’t tell Rory. I didn’t tell anyone.  I went to bed. The world kept spinning, and days later I shared an awesome conversation with this friend and thought, “I’m so glad I didn’t make a stink about that other night.” People, I’m a slow learner sometimes. And this felt like such a huge leap in the right direction.

4. My offensive game. Along the lines of the previous two points, I feel like I’m playing my offensive game better. I’m not purely responding to how others act around me or treat me. I’m playing offense, blocking little attacks that might otherwise get me down. My hurt feelings is the perfect example of this. I could have dwelled in a pity party for a while. And wasted those hours of my life. But I didn’t. And it felt like I was fighting back. To the devil who comes to steal my joy, kill my spirit and destroy my glorious mood I say: it’s not working.

5. I have been praying for a personal revival, just an awakening of my faith in Jesus Christ. And I have had this prayer answered in lots of the ways mentioned above. I’m reading my Bible, praying, changed up my music and feeling grateful for this all-access pass to God’s goodness and all that he would have for me. I had a friend clarify that all personal revivals are for a collective revival. That you can’t really have a revival, party of one. Because God’s Spirit moves. And then she also pointed out that her greatest personal revivals were in seasons of deep despair. That in those valleys, her faith grew the most. And it made me wonder if all this stirring in my heart isn’t laying a foundation for a trial one day. Of course there’s no way to know. But it made me wonder. And then I thought some more and thought, well yes. No matter what my future holds I would want my foundation solid and my feet firmly planted. No matter what the days ahead look like I would want to be well studied and equipped with the truth. Trial or not, I want to soak up every moment of this eagerness to learn more of God.

6. This morning I woke up at 5:30 to attend the National Day of Prayer breakfast in our town. It was awesome. First, to see so many (hundreds) of people from our community come together. Second, to have so many churches represented and gathered as one body. And third, because this year they had three pastors who had served in our town at some point over the past fifty years. They are older men now, and each was given the microphone for ten or fifteen minutes. And these men had fire in their bellies. They spoke as evangelists, coming to rally our gathered congregation. I left so inspired and grateful and glad to live here.

7. On Sunday, Minnesota Teen Challenge was at our church sharing their stories of radical life transformation through the power of Jesus Christ. They shared for 45 minutes and I could have sat there all day long listening to one testimony after another.  A few of the guys in the choir are from our area and spoke openly of the heroine problem we have in our town, and later shared that most of the kids are hooked by 7th grade. I had heard this before, but to have the actual kids, now clean for 11 months to share openly of the problem was sobering. Left me looking for ways to fight for those lives, before they spiral out of control.

8. And in many ways, that is happening through our local Crisis Pregnancy Center, which has recently changed its name to The Women’s Center. Rory sits on the board, and we could not be more impressed with this center. Their concern is as great for the life of the mother, as it is for the life of the child. They have exceptional after-care programs to help get young moms back on their feet, to remember their own dreams for their future and to help them attain those dreams. They have just started a new program called Stepping Stones, and I have been asked to help lead the community walk that will happen this summer. I’m so excited about the program, so excited to help get the word out, and mostly excited about what a program of this magnitude could really mean for a sleep-deprived, financially-strapped, stressed-out mama. It is hope and help and, just like in Teen Challenge, lives are transformed.

9. I’ve been wanting to write about this for about a year, so as long as I’m still typing, I’m going to give it a go. If you have lost faith in faithful living, I have got a book for you. It is fiction, but based on a true story. I keep it on the shelf by my bed and crack it open and read different seasons every so often. The book is called City of Tranquil Light and it is about two missionaries and their term in China. The book came highly recommended from my sister-in-law Sara. It simply follows two faithful Christ followers who carry out their call with grace and love. I cannot recommend it enough. The book makes me want to run my own race harder, and I love books that motivate like that.