Sunday Blessings

The calmness of a Sunday morning. There is just something magical about Sundays. Today we are putting an extra box on the beehive, making butter and cheeses for our herdshare friends, and cleaning out the cow's barn. On Sundays, we can't "rest" as we are told to do. However, even in the hustle and bustle of our daily non ending to-do list's, there is still peace on a Sunday. A peace that I look forward to all week long. We don't go to church as much as we should....but I give thanks to the Lord all day, everyday. I worship him as I work all day everyday.

I picked a bushel of green beans today. The time to start canning is here....not sure I am totally ready or prepared for that....but as most things go around here...ill get ready as I go. The house smells of cedar wood and clove from the batch of soap I made on Friday... its such a beautiful calm scent... hopefully it keeps the calm flowing :)

Peace be with you all.

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