halloweenies

 

       Faulkner Farm tradition... lives on.

 

 

(talk about an outdated post)

ah, better late than never.

 

 

soccer stud

AYSO for us started with a brutal registration process (as if they're trying to evade those trying to sign-up... like they're some exclusive high-brow club, leery of newcomers...) but now there is nothin' but "rah-rah" game faces, rushing the goooooal grinning ear to ear, and sweaty jerseys and even sweatier socks!  ...nothing but pure fun and inexhaustible energy.  thank God for children who turn everything into fun and games.

show-off

oh my Lord.  when he wants to show off in kitchen stand back and thank your lucky stars.

{buttery grits, perfectly poached eggs, homegrown tomatoes, apple wood smoked bacon and nectarines.}

sunshine bums

 

 

...and the very next day they used the same rainy umbrella to shield themselves from water gun spray.

umbrella LUV

 

planting with pops

1 year wiser

Once upon a time there was a baby-boy named Elias.  He turned 1 year old and he wasn't really a baby anymore.  sigh...

earthly aid

 

i'm amazed at how God constantly ushers me into His fine tuned and well orchestrated dance.  He is ever-attentive to both the nuances and the cataclysmic in my life... and as i continually fall at His feet enamored by His great power and yet His remarkable carefulness in every story that unfolds i realize that nothing in our world is amiss... a mistake... All things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.