Life out here

  This is what Christ wants us to do. He doesn't want us to be fearful of anything, including sickness. Don't let fear of a little sickness like coronavirus that is less worse than the flu control you and steal your peace. Be brave, throw your mask away, and be truly free!  Remember that it is a lie, a lie being spun to control you by fear. Don't believe it! Think for yourself!  When did we believe the media before? NEVER! So why are we believing it now? Check out this post https://deusvultcrusadersfortradition.com/2020/10/07/the-rosary-prayer-victorious/ This is a great post, and the Blessed Mother is our hope in these times. We need to have frequent recourse to her. Mary, Mother of God, pray for us who have recourse to thee!

 Life on the farm completely changes in fall just like the leaves do. Clarabelle and Dolly Pippi gets some lunch Hunting season is here, our gardens have been tilled under, manure has been spread in the east field, and soon, the smoky smell of burning leaves will fill the air, and a few more trees will be cut down to fuel our hungry firebox. Hunting is a favorite time of year for all the male members of our family, and, for everyone else too, for there isn't anything better than fresh venison back straps for dinner! My Mom likes it, not because of the venison tasting good, because she doesn't care for it, but because it always fills the gap in our freezer when beef starts running low! On Saturday my Dad shot a small doe, but didn't end up killing her. The bolt broke off in her, lodged somewhere in between her shoulder blades, and we found the blot, but no signs of distress, or a carcass. She will heal up, and her ribs will grow around the bolt, and she will live another day