Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Here's to a long, happy life together!
The Park Wife
Friday, January 16, 2009
It all started about 10 years ago when I met Big Buckaroo. He was running marathons then and EXTREMELY health conscious. We always talked about growing our own food one day and having a little farmstead.
Problem # 1, we lived on a mountain state park and we were surrounded by woods. We did not think that state parks would be too keen on us cutting down trees (um, yes that is illegal) and clearing for a huge garden and area for animals. So, we just dreamed about our little homestead that we would have one day.
Problem #2, at the time I could not keep a houseplant alive, so thinking of growing a garden that actually produces food seemed like a joke. Big Buckaroo was sure he would starve.
Fast forward until now, we are now at a park where our house in on 8 acres with pasture area and a large garden area. I have worked and grown many wonderful things from pumpkins to squash to jalapenos over the past 3 1/2 years. Plus, we have run pastured poultry and pigs for meat and have laying hens.
So, here is the exciting news....... Little Buckaroo and I (with the go ahead from our small town mayor and city council) are starting a FARMER'S MARKET! It will be held behind the cute old Town Hall in our little city. Thankfully, we have a lot of highway traffic that will bring in many customers.
We are very excited. Little Buckaroo is already planning his garden spot, deciding what to plant that will sell best. He will have his own booth and learn not only the hard work of planting and cultivating, but commerce and face-to-face sales. Littlest Buckaroo will have a token garden spot but will probably just sell lemonade.
We are working on getting growers right now and I am going to the state farmer's market association conference in a couple of weeks.
Do you visit farmer's markets? If so, what do you like best? What do you not like?
The Park Wife
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Little Buckaroo was named President of the 4-H Cloverbuds in our area. When I told him to go get ready for the meeting he came back with slacks, a nice button-down shirt, and blazer.
The Park Wife: "Wow, you sure look nice."
Little Buckaroo: "I am the President mom, I must look like one."
I want Little Buckaroo to strive to be what God made him to be. If it is President of the United States, I will support him or if he is president of the "I wanna be an Indian or a dinosaur club", I will support him. I pray that he learns hard work and commitment to what is right and good at an early age.
I used to have a problem after jumping from the Public Relations world to mommy world, I admittedly missed the personal praise, rewards, immediate gratification of a job completed and well-done. I still struggle with it every once in a while.
But, I grow closer every day to complete contentment with the fact that when I leave this world it will not be any award or event I planned that I will be remembered for, but that I will leave behind men who know how to love the Lord, love and cherish their wives and be hard workers. If that is my legacy (and I pray it is), what a blessed life.
Going to iron President clothes,
The Park Wife
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Once upon a time there was a boy named Peter Pan, who decided not to grow up. So he flew away to Neverland where the pirates are.
Hook: What fun he must have had.
Wendy: Yes but he was rather lonely.
Hook: Lonely? He needed a Wendy.
Pirate: I need a Wendy.
Hook: Why a Wendy?
Wendy: He liked my stories.
Hook: What stories?
Wendy: Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty.
Hook: Love stories?
Wendy: Adventures! In which good triumphs over evil!
Captain Hook: 'Tisn't fair! I say it as though it were my last breath - it isn't fair! Pan, who and what art thou?
Peter Pan: I am youth. I am joy. I am freedom!
I have a place where dreams are born / And time is never planned. / It's not on any chart; / You must find it with your heart, / Never Never Land.
Wendy: How dreadful!
Slightly: Oh, we live for it!
Wendy: Oughta be? Isn't there?
Peter Pan: Oh, no. Children know such a lot now. Soon they don't believe. And every time a child says I don't believe in fairies, there's a fairy someplace that falls down dead.
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again,
The Park Wife
Friday, January 9, 2009
Uncle David with his son Cousin Buckaroo.
This is his wonderful wife Aunt De, we let Mickey come around just so we can see De. She too spoils the Little Buckaroos like crazy.
Monday, January 5, 2009
For now, I am just walk around with them all daylong and ponder the possibility of Dr. Pepper fulfillment.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Since the Buckaroo's birthdays are in December, we always go at the end of the year for their wellness check-ups, I know, real fun right after the holidays but that is the only way I can remember to do it. We have a fabulous pediatrician and on our visit last week he asked the boys what they got for Christmas. Little Buckaroo started listing ~ kids cross bow, pirate outfits, bull whip, Nerf gun. The doctor started laughing and said, "no girly toys or video games, how wonderful!" I took pause (well, did I really pause? that would require more mommy brain cells than I have these days), evidently many of his boy patients did not get these types of presents and he repeatedly laughed in amazement at their list of presents.
I have talked on my blog before about raising boys that are Wild at Heart. I think that raising a son without thinking about the ultimate goal is like starting a journey without a destination. We are not raising boys, we are raising a future man. What kind of man is determined a great deal on how we, as parents, influence them in the short time we have them as they are growing up.
So, we are trying to raise boys who:
are radiant with affirmation that they are fierce,
seeking danger around every corner,
dreaming of being a hero,
beating the bad guys,
and rescuing the damsel in distress.
The Park Wife