Hello Everyone. It’s hard to believe that it’s December already but indeed we are in the homestretch of 2023.
From my 2023 wall calendar.
Our last inspirational verse this year “My Peace I give you.” John 14:27 is presented with a picture of many of the beautiful birds we have seen earlier this year.
I hope you have enjoyed this series. Now it’s time for me to shop for a new calendar.
The days are flying by and before we get too far into November, I wanted to take a quick look back at things that happened in October that I haven’t yet blogged about.
Crafting
I made a batch of soap in October, something I haven’t done in far too long. It won’t be ready to use for a couple of weeks yet.
I also did a little sewing. Granddaughter Addie’s birthday was this week (it’s hard to believe she is six years old) so I made her an outfit. The top is pictured below. I also made a pair of matching leggings. He birthday party is today and I’m excited to give her this gift. She always loves new clothes.
Over the summer and into the fall I had been working on some projects to donate to the humane society. I made 7 fleece blankets that they will use for the dogs that they care for.
Puppy Paw Print Scarf
I also crocheted eight, puppy paw print scarves and three chicken potholders that I donated for them to sell at their annual Pawzarr, a fundraiser that they hold each year in December.
Chicken Potholder
I decided to deliver these items to the humane society on October 10, my late mother-in-law’s birthday. I chose that day because the humane society was mom’s favorite charity. I thought the donation was a nice way the memorialize mom. The staff at the humane society were very appreciative.
House Plans
Things are coming along with our house plans, not quickly, but building a house isn’t something that happens quickly. We did get the permit to install the septic system. Since the permit is good for three years, we shouldn’t have to worry about it expiring before we can build the house. We have a quote from the excavation company for building the septic system and digging the foundation and we are working with the builder to put together the house plan and get the figures of what it is all going to cost.
Recommended Reading
The first book on my recommended reading list this month is one I read earlier this year but I’m sharing it in honor of Veterans Day (November 11) the day which we in the USA honor our military veterans.
The book, No Surrender, is about World War II hero Roddie Edmonds and is written by his son Chris Edmonds years after Roddie’s death.
From Good Reads:
Spanning seven decades and linking a sprawling cast of heroes from every corner of the country, No Surrender is an unforgettable story of a father’s extraordinary acts of valor in the treacherous final days of World War II and a son’s journey to discover them.
Like most members of the Greatest Generation, Roddie Edmonds, a humble American soldier from East Tennessee, rarely spoke about his experiences during World War II. Not even his son Chris—who always considered his father a hero—knew the full details of Roddie’s capture at the Battle of the Bulge or his captivity at Stalag IXA, a Nazi POW camp. But when Chris’s daughter was assigned a family history project, Chris reread Roddie’s wartime diaries, which set in motion a series of life-changing events.
Called to learn his father’s story with a renewed sense of passion and purpose, Chris embarked on a years-long journey, interviewing surviving POWs under Roddie’s command, and retracing his father’s footsteps, from Fort Jackson, Georgia, where a boyish Roddie transformed into a seasoned leader of men, to the patch of grass near Zeigenhein, Germany, where he stared evil in the eye and dared a Nazi to shoot.
Chris Edmonds, along with New York Times bestselling author Douglas Century, takes us to the front lines of this inspiring multigenerational story, revealing in gripping, novelistic detail Roddie’s previously untold heroism—and the lasting effects his bravery had on the lives of thousands, then and now. “What was most remarkable about my journey to discover what my father did during the war,” Chris writes, “was the realization that any one of us has the untapped potential to do something incredibly courageous. We all have the potential to change the world simply by standing up for what’s right.”
A quintessential American story of bravery, compassion, and righteousness, No Surrender is a shining example of the transformative and redemptive power of moral courage and a celebration of faith, family, and service, the very characteristics that continue to define us today.
My second recommendation this month came about as a result of a recent conversation with my daughter. As she inquired about our family ancestry, I included that, although it is undocumented, my dad has always claimed that we were somehow related to the Donner Party.
“The Donner Party?” she asked, as if she was familiar with their story, and indeed she was. After our conversation I did an internet search and found the following website with the story of the Donner party, a group of American pioneers who migrated to California in a wagon train from the Midwest. Delayed by a multitude of mishaps, they spent the winter of 1846–1847 snowbound in the Sierra Nevada Mountain range. This account is written by Eliza P. Donner Houghton, the youngest Donner child and one of the few survivors of the trip. The entire story can be found at this link https://www.genealogytrails.com/ill/donner.html.
The Expedition of the Donner Party and its Tragic Fate
by Eliza P. Donner Houghton CREATED/PUBLISHED Chicago, A.C. McClurg & co., 1911.
SUMMARY Eliza Houghton (b. 1843) was the youngest child of George Donner, one of two Springfield, Illinois, brothers who organized the ill-fated California-bound emigrant party that bore their name. Eliza and her older sisters were rescued by relief parties that made their way to the stranded travelers at Donner Lake, but their parents perished, and the girls were left to make their way alone in the West. The expedition of the Donner party and its tragic fate (1911) begins with Mrs. Houghton’s account of her childhood and the family’s tragic overland journey, and rescue. She continues with her life as an orphan, first at Fort Sutter, and then with a family in Sonoma and with her older half-sister in Sacramento.
While this piece is not rated in stars, for anyone who enjoys learning about U.S. history I think it’s worth your time to read this first-hand account.
We had our first frost here in south-east Michigan last night as the temperature dropped to 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 Celsius), and while that is the only below freezing temperature in the forecast until next week, I suspect the damage is done. The leaves were dropping faster today than they had up until this time. We have passed the point of peak color and entered the point where leaves become a nuisance to clean up.
Here are a few pictures I took at the farm yesterday.
The above picture and below picture are the same tree.
Some trees are nearly bare while others cling tight to their leaves.
Last week, between rains, we were able to get the back field mowed as we do each fall. We have also taken down all the fences that enclosed the gardens (except for the blueberry patch). The field looks so much different, nicer, this year.
Thaks for visiting. Are you still seeing fall colors in your area?
Planting garlic this year was a smooth, uneventful task. We were keeping a close eye on the weather forecast during the first week of October, awaiting our best opportunity. The weather had turned cool and rain was in the forecast for several days last week into this week. Some days were all day rain events and others just passing showers. We saw an opening – last Wednesday and Thursday looked like they might be dry days with rain not forecast again until late in the day on Friday. When Wednesday was cool and overcast we decided to wait until Thursday. It was supposed to be a nicer day and waiting would give the ground a bit more time to dry out.
Thursday afternoon was perfect – not to hot, not to cold, mostly sunny and no mosquitoes. We were able to get our mere 320 cloves of garlic planted, mulched and fenced in about two hours time.
When we woke up to rain showers Friday morning I couldn’t have been more grateful that this job was finished.
I didn’t get many pictures of the planting process this year or go into a lot of detail in this post because most of you have been here in past years. I did however take a look back at all of my previous garlic planting posts and decided to share them here. If you/d like to learn more about the process or you’re curious about our history with garlic take a look – they go as far back as 2015, my first year of blogging.