G'day Mates! We're the bush-whackin' sheilas from Down Under! Actually, more like the weed whacking sisters from VA. Daniel was in D.C. today to meet with congressmen about the Parental Rights Amendment and a couple of other things with our Generation Joshua club. So, Rachel and I went to work with Dad- today we had to bush hog 2 different properties. One was actually made up of four lots and had grass over 6' tall in places. It also had a big deep ditch, that has to be almost entirely weed-whacked. So we weren't exactly looking forward to it. On the way in to town, Dad took a wrong exit off a highway, and ended up near a DMV. Rachel has been avoiding getting her permit for 2 years and was studying the book since she has been ordered to take the test this week. (Hold on. We're switching typists. Now I'm Rachel)
Anyway, poor me! Dad said since we were already there, ready or not I would have to take the test right then! I desperately pleaded with him, asking if I could have "the dignity to take the prep-test and finish the book like everyone else", and finally he said yes, but not before scaring me half to death by actually stopping in the parking lot to turn around! I was so scared that I'd have to go in there and try to get my permit! Sarah was thoroughly enjoying the scene, and laughing helplessly in the front seat as I frantically searched for any good excuse. Thankfully, we still had to deliver the cookies we made for the prisoners and only had twenty minutes left, so Dad let it go for the moment. But he did say "that if we finished our lots early, we'd go back there!"
Later on while cutting, I remembered something infinitely precious to my plea: "you have to have at least two proofs of address and a birth certificate to get a permit!!!" after that I was home free, and could finish my rule book in peace since we certainly don't carry such paraphernalia around in the work truck. But I'm still stuck having to take the test Friday when I go out to do lawns!
When we finally got to the first lot, Rachel and I (I just came back from kissing Gracie goodnight- This is Sarah again) got the weed-whackers set up with gas and string and began on The Ditch. It wasn't so bad once we got started. There's something very satisfying about whacking grass taller than ourselves down to nubbins.:) After about an hour or so, Dad told Rachel she needed to do some of the bush-hogging with the tractor to help prepare for driving. We had a crash course of tractor running instructions(To all you "country girls" we've never really done much with tractors, but hey! We've dodged bullets in our old neighborhood in O.V. ;)
There was a really big blessing in the ditch though- I discovered that we were whacking through 3 ft. tall peppermint plants, so each breeze brought a very cool and refreshing whiff of mint. Rachel asked me to leave a little plot uncut so she could harvest some and dig a couple plants to take home and we did. But guess what? SHE FORGOT IT!! (Let's hope she remembers the driver's manual better. Just kidding!)
We've switched off again. Now it's Rachel! Sorry if this is confusing, but we both love to type!
So anyhow, Sarah also did some bush-hogging, and eventually we finished that lot without meeting a single snake! Yay! Daniel would be proud of us!
Then we went to the last, much smaller lot, and cut that. The grass wasn't as tall here, and the weed-whacking was finished early, so Sarah helped me study my road signs.
Now here are two really random things that have nothing to do with bush-hogging. First off, here is a quote I really loved from Oswald Chambers: "If we want to be made into wine, we must be crushed; you cannot drink grapes." even if you aren't in a season of being crushed, isn't it worth it to realize now that when those hard times come, the Lord is only using them to make us more useful to Him?
Now for Sarah's random and sorrowful thing:
This morning, right before we left for work, Rachel(I'm typing again) ran inside and told me that she could only find 3 of the 4 guinea chicks in the hoop house. I went outside thinking that one had been overlooked and found that she was right! We were all looking around for big gaps it could've squeezed out of when Benjamin found what was left of it: namely, two feet and and few long feathers! I noticed that a stray cat had been prowling around the house lately, and we figure the guinea escaped, was trying to get back in when the cat caught it. I also realized that the one guinea chick with the pretty white belly and neck, was now just feet and feathers! Alas, for poor Snow White =( Oh, well, this is farm life I guess. Sorry to end on a sad note! But here's an encouraging verse to leave off with:
James 1:17-18 Every good endowment and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of Lights with whom their is no variation or shadow due to change. Of His own will, he brought us forth by the word of truth that we should be a kind of first fruits of his creatures.
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