I like surprises. Wednesday, my honey cut apart our traxcavator (front end loader with tracks) and we loaded it on the flat bed and took it to the scrapyard. Metal is bringing top prices right now and with our work situation lately, we hoped we could get a good price. We did. Praise God. While there, my honey was offered two four wheelers in lieu of payment. Of course, we don't need a four wheeler. Honey says, we'll just take one and we'd like the rest in cash. So Merry Christmas! It's our family Christmas present. It's small, a 110, but it works for us, and will come in handy checking fencelines and such. See, I can rationalize.
What a nice surprise. Totally frivolous and unecessary.
Today I'd like to finish making Christmas wreaths. I got two made yesterday. I need to make at least one more, but I ran out of materials so I get to go traipsing (spelling) about in the woods again today. I cut balsam mostly and a bit of cedar, red pine, red pine cones, scotch pine and when I can find it, princess pine. Princess pine makes the best wreaths, but we don't have a whole lot of it here. I also cut red twig and alderbrush with the cones still on. I use wire clothes hangers bent into circles and I buy thin wire at the craft store to wind around the boughs to hold them on. I cut the boughs quite small and add the red twig and other branches for variety. They're all natural except for the ribbon I need to pick up to make the bows. They make nice gifts for neighbors and nice thank you gifts. I'm teaching the children to make them and they hope to get a couple done today, too.
Perhaps I'll even get some lights up outside after I clean the yard.
God is so good, isn't He? Thanksgiving is over, but a thankful heart isn't seasonal.
From Glory Farm