About Farmer Gal's Market

Welcome to our sweet little online home! In real life our home is a sweet little farm in Minnesota. This blog is our place to share our simple day-to-day farm life, faith, family and fun!

Farmer Gal, Mr. Blue Eyes,
Miss Peaches, Little Blue Eyes and Short Stack!



Peaceful, Easy Feeling

This picture was taken on our recent trip to Colorado, to visit family and friends, after a particularly long and stressful day of driving with a 20-month-old who does not like to go 30 miles to the grocery store, let alone 700+ miles to the prairies and mountains of our beloved Colorado.

There was screaming.

There was thrashing.

There was a random pointing out at mama and wailing, "No no!" as if to express his disapproval of the whole traveling situation.

(Thankfully the trip back home a few days later was much better. Short Stack was tired, and also somewhat resolved to our traveling lifestyle by that point, praise the Lord!)

Anyhow, I took this picture in the evening as we were just arriving on the edge of Colorado. We were enjoying a rare stretch of peaceful driving at that point, as Short Stack was napping, and Colorado, sweet state that it is, granted us the most beautiful big sky sunset.

I was mesmerized for quite some time.

Oh, Colorado, how I love thee.

Colorado will always feel like 'home'.

And 'home' (Minnesota) also always feels like 'home'.

Rather than be torn between the two, I've settled on just having two 'homes'. It works.

Anyhow, rare moments of peace have been the story of our life lately. I may be one of the few people anywhere, ever, who is longing for winter. Winter, for us, means life slows down considerably, and Mr. Blue Eyes and I agree that we are ready for a slow down.

Not to complain, however. Our summer has been filled with wonderful things... Puppies, horses, lots of outdoor time, beautiful weather, time with many of our family members, time for just our little family, music, weddings, time with friends, activities for the kids... It's all good stuff.

When we were in Colorado, I was giving Miss Peaches a little riding lesson on one of her cousin's big roping horses, and every time she stopped the horse she would say, "Halt," at which point I would explain to her that it's not 'halt', it's 'ho'.

But now I'm the one who kind of wants to say, "Halt!" to all the busy-ness, yet I can't... Not just because we have commitments to keep, but because winter will come soon enough, and we must take joy in all the abundantly good things God has placed in front of us, even if it can get a little crazy sometimes.

Crazy, like....... squaring off with your neighbor's mastiff-mix dog to get at your horses who decided they would bust out of their pen and go for a morning excursion to the neighbor's alfalfa and corn field.

But that's another story for another time. I am going to 'halt' for the evening. It's close to bedtime and I'm ready to put this day in the books!

By God's grace...
Farmer Gal


Home, Gloriously Home

It is Saturday, and we are home.

Home ALL day.

Home with nowhere to be.

Home with projects to work on (boy was our lawn due for a mowing, which Mr. Blue Eyes is tending to right this minute) but nothing so pressing that it is bearing down our mildly tanned necks.

Home where the sunflowers grow, corgis and Burleys nap, kitties frolick, and the rabbits and the antelope play.

(All true except for the antelope part.)

I can't tell you how happy this makes me. With the amount of busy-ness we've had all summer, just being home on a Saturday feels like a foreign concept. Yet it feels so, so, so very right.


I'm also feeling groovy because we completed our first (successful, I might add!) week of homeschool. Ever. First week ever. I'll never be able to say that again, because this is our first week... ever. And it was good. And we completed it. And nobody cried. Not even me. And we all learned something. Especially me.

We completed our first ever successful week of homeschool. Have I mentioned that? Just in case you missed it, I wanted to mention it again.

At some point in this blissful day of self-imposed home-boundedness I'm determined to write about our first week of homeschool (over on my homeschool page). There were so many funny, special, interesting things about the week that I want to share.

In other news this week, Little Blue Eyes officially has the cutest toothless grin I have ever seen...

I don't know what it is, but I just love kids without their two front teeth, especially this kid. He says he's not opting to do any jobs to earn a quarter here and there around the house these days because he's holding out for lost-tooth money. He also has a hard time taking pictures in any kind of sunlight whatsoever, so this is his new philosophy on such photos...

I may be a little biased, but I'm pretty sure he's a two-front-toothless genius.

Now I must go as Short Stack appears to have climbed out of his crib (for the first time ever... I guess this is our week for 'first time ever' kinds of things!) and I must tend to his short, snuggly yet surprisingly agile little self.

By God's grace...
Farmer Gal



Our Wild Blueberry Yonder

Well, folks, we have made it thus far: It is Friday morning of our homeschool week. We have happily completed our lesson plan (minus a little reading, spelling and geography to do today) and we are enjoying a quiet morning of eating blueberry pancakes. There has been no weeping. There has been no gnashing of teeth. There have been large moments of thankfulness and small moments of joy for Mr. Blue Eyes and I that 'we are actually doing this'. I'd call that a success!

(For more details about embarking on our wild blue yonder of homeschool, hop over to the homeschool page!)

Mr. Blue Eyes also put in his usual amount of work, we had youth group with the church high school kids last Sunday, I had piano lessons for my ten piano students, a website design meeting, a piano teacher's workshop, a funeral, and the kids did a tractor pull at the local fair on Monday. We didn't take pictures of any of it because... well, we were too busy! (Much of which was made possible, by the way, by Grandma and Grandpa helping out hugely to watch kids and shuttle them around!)

Yes, I could have put off homeschool for another week due to knowing it would be a busy week for us, but I didn't want to feel like we were starting off behind schedule. (The local schools started on Monday as well.) And the kids were so excited and ready. And I was excited/terrified/overwhelmed but ready. So we just dove right in, and I'm so glad we did! Even though most weeks won't be as hectic as this one, it feels good to know that we can still accomplish homeschool in the midst of 'real life'.

By God's grace (boy do I feel this to be true this week!)...
Farmer Gal


Dog Days of Summer

I think I'm going to officially call this the 'summer of crazy'.

Why, you ask?

Because it's been crazy.

The end.

Good bye.

Or not.

You didn't think you could get rid of me that easy, did you?

So, the crazy... the why...

Well, just in the last ten days I have...

1. taken our sweet Daisy (the puppy mama) into the vet for an injury (sore on her back left side... don't know how/why), while at the same time being informed that my sweet hubby acquired a 3 inch cut on his head while at work (thankfully both of them are recovering superbly!)

2. taken 5 puppies in for their vet checks

3. sold 5 puppies and actually sent 2 of them off with their new owners (the other 3 are going this week)

4. fielded about a bazillion phone calls/emails/texts about said puppies

5. been impacted by the emotional toll of selling our puppies... we have had every intention of selling them from the get-go, but to actually come to this point, where we are sending off our little babes, our very first litter, in whom we have invested so much time, love and effort, is really bittersweet... they've become a part of our family these last months

6. thrown a birthday party for fifty people

(actually it was a birthday party for ONE person, Miss Peaches, but Mr. Blue Eyes' whole family was in town so the guest list was around fifty)

7. spent several days of fun time with Mr. Blue Eyes family

8. been puked on

9. held my sick baby

10. snuggled my sick kiddos

11. cleaned up puke on the bathroom floor

12. diffused copious amounts of thieves oil

(hand, foot and mouth disease anyone? no? that's what I said too... yet here we are)

That's just the last ten days... The rest of the time I've been trying to teach my kids good habits for keeping things clean (the house, their rooms, their clothes, teeth, etc...), shuttling puppies in and out the door, lifting an 18-month-old off of various types of furniture, making a feeble attempt at weeding the garden, and running my two little business enterprises. The other day I seriously wanted to lay on our bed and drape my hand across my head in a dramatic fashion, wave my white flag and surrender.

But I have been reminded several times since that moment that doubt, stress, or even failure don't mean that you give up and give in... They just mean that you learn lessons from each situation and keep trusting in the Lord to lead you on. And I have to say God has been so faithful to answer our prayers, even in the seemingly 'little' things, like getting all our puppies sold and giving us beautiful summer weather. We are thankful!

And tired.

But I think that one was implied already.

What has summer brought your way?

By God grace...
          Farmer Gal


A Whole Lotta Motherin' Going On

I've spent a ridonkulous amount of time cleaning and organizing inside our house lately.

And by 'ridonkulous', I mean...





I have looked down into the deep, dark abyss of many a storage tub full of the most random of toys, many of them smaller than my pinky toe (hello legos! kinex! color loops! crayons! markers! I love you and hate you at the same time), and almost cried as I began the sorting out process. And after much sorting, subdividing, scrubbing, folding up, hanging up and stacking up, I have come to the following conclusions...

1. My family members are hoarders.
2. My family members are stuffers.
3. My family members are wedgers.
4. We have too much stuff.
5. The only thing more daunting than a family of hoarders, stuffers and wedgers is adding an 18-month-old into the mix who follows me around and empties out my cupboards.

But press on I shall! Actually we have made major progress and are nearing the end of this long, sordid journey of home organization. I am determined to see this project through to the very end, for several reasons...

(sorry, anther list)

1. I am not currently pregnant.
2. I am not currently nursing a wee babe and/or sleep deprived.
3. For the last two years I was either pregnant or nursing a wee babe, and most definitely sleep deprived, so I fell way behind.
4. We are starting homeschool in the fall, and since we are going to all be home a lot more, we need more structure to our cleaning-up routines around the house. My first priority this summer is to develop a place for everything, put everything in its place, and teach my kids how to do the same.
5. We are not done having kids (Lord willing), so I want to have my 'stuff' together when the day arrives that we find #4 is on the way.
6. Our house is fairly small, and it takes a small amount of ingenuity to keep from feeling like we are piling things on top of ourselves. Maybe someday I'll write a post about ways I've implemented to be organized in a small home.

My mothering these days is highly focused on teaching our little whipper-snappers how to be responsible and take good care of our home and their stuff. Oh my, it is a battle. It seems like they can dismantle a week's worth of organizing in a single hour. It hasn't been without some frustrating moments, but for the most part they are doing a good job of helping out. They mean well, it's just that sometimes they get funny ideas about stuff, such as stealing all of my sandwich bags to put their dvd discs in, since they don't see the need to find the case that it actually belongs in.

So I offer a whopping dose of guidance on these kinds of matters.

The inclination to create order is down in them deep somewhere, it just doesn't always come out in the most helpful of ways.

My husband, although not an organizer by nature, has also been a big help, especially in the area of heavy-lifting. And moral support. And hauling stuff out the door.

Thankfully, 'mother Daisy' and 'mother nature' are taking care of the other two big projects we have going on around here...

The puppies. Oh, the puppies. They are growing wonderously. This picture was actually taken about a week ago. Their eyes are open and they're beginning to be a little more coordinated about crawling around now. We just go sit and watch them a couple times a day, and soak up their cuteness as much as we can. The cuteness... It is so profound, and also so short-lived, as they will one day soon go to live with their forever families, so we just nuzzle and kiss them as much as we can.

I'm so thankful that Daisy is doing pretty much all the work on this one. It endears her to me even more.

We mothers gotta stick together.

Solidarity, man.

Or something like that.

And the garden, well...

...it looks mahvelous.

I realize it doesn't look all that mahvelous in this picture. But I haven't taken any garden pictures for a couple weeks, so this is as good as it gets.

I'm very thankful that mother nature is handling all of the garden's needs at the moment. And Mr. Blue Eyes... He tilled up all the little weeds about a week ago. And Short Stack. I send him out to shovel up weeds every afternoon.

Ha ha.

Hee hee.

Oh hee hee hee ha ha...

I may going a little bonkers from all the organizing I've been doing.

One of these days I'm going to sit down on a beach somewhere, read a book, and sip on an ice cold margarita.

But today ain't that day.

I have a couple closets and a desk just waiting for my attention.

Happy Wednesday!

By God's grace...
          Farmer Gal