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Beneficence of Nature

The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature — of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,–such health, such cheer, they afford forever!  Henry David Thoreau

Achillea Millefolium | ©Nissa Gadbois

achillea millefolium | ©Nissa Gadbois

Herbe de St. Joseph (achillea millefolium)The legend is that St. Joseph hurt himself while at work and the Child Jesus brought him a sprig of this herb to stanch the bleeding.  It is used today for bleeding wounds as well as for fever, inflammation, and menstruation.  It is also used as a decongestant and expectorant.  How blessed we are to have ample supplies of yarrow here on the farm.  It is a very useful herb for the home apothecary.  The essential oil from this plant is a brilliant azure.  It is wonderful how God has hidden such surprises all around us!

I love teaching our children about the uses of the plants that grow here on the farm.  It seems a shame to undo what God has so perfectly cultivated here.  We are doing our best to plan to leave wild areas or to propagate natives to place within our gardens.

A Sprig with its Flower

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle – and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break. – Walt Whitman
Watercolour Lilacs | ©Nissa Gadbois
I have always loved lilacs.  I lament that they don’t last longer.  But perhaps if they did, they wouldn’t be so precious. 

Please see the fundraiser in our sidebar, and contribute if you are able.  If you click through, you can share our fundraising campaign with your friends and family, too.  We have been surprised by gifts from people we don’t know – such a blessing to bring strangers together for a common cause.

Beautiful Gifts

The most beautiful necklace a mother can wear is not gold or gem, but her child’s arms around her neck. – Unknown

I Love Mom

And one of the greatest works of art she can receive is the work of a little screever that reads “I love Mom”

Reach for the Stars

We sit in the mud… and reach for the stars. – Ivan Turgenev
mud pies
In the hands of a child, ordinary dirt and water become a fantastical bakery for royalty, or for fairies, or to feed the poor and hungry.  Or all of those all at once.  Would that we adults could remember.  And dream dreams, imagine worlds, that are improbable but not impossible.  Oh, the wonders we could work.

The Hum of Bees

The hum of bees is the voice of the garden. – Elizabeth Lawrence

Kenya Top Bar Hives

We’re looking forward to hearing that voice again.  We lost 800 ornamental cherry trees in a killing freeze this winter.  These hives will get a spruce-up and possibly a rebuild to make them easier to ‘heat’ for the bees.  And we’ll get building some more later this summer.  Here’s hoping that the farm will be abuzz with honeybees again this time next year.

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