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Another quiet week here, out-of-state. While staying with my elderly relative, I’ve been helping with some yard work, including removing a small dead tree. Since this is in a suburb, all the branches must be laboriously cut up and put in a rolling bin green marked “ORGANICS”, for disposal. (For a fee.) So that will probably take three or more weeks (with weekly collections) to get all of that off the property. Whenever I visit the suburbs, and have to play these “multiple bins of different colors” recycling games, I find it aggravating.
I can see now that I am spoiled, living at the Rawles Ranch. There, for eight months of the year,I can burn anything that I want, and whenever I want, without having to ask “Mother May I?” of a county official. By the way, I’ve only requested an out-of-season burn permit once, by phone, and that resulted a summary telephonic okey-dokey. The call took all of two minutes. When I called the county office, I told them that I had a just 6-foot tall and 20-foot long slash pile in a safe spot, and that it had been hand-piled. The reply: “Okay, you have our approval.” Why was this so quick and easy? We don’t do “government” much, in our corner of the American Redoubt. Good ol’ common sense and consideration for the safety of neighbors are the guiding principles. That modest scale of government does not require many rules, permits, regulations, inspections, 8″-by-10″ glossy photos, fees, hearings, variances, or completion of , in triplicate.
Now, over to Lily…
Avalanche Lily Reports:
Hag Sameach Rosh Hashana!
Keep in mind that none of the following is to be considered a prophetic word from God. It is conjectural. At the Sixth Trump at Rosh Hashana or during the Ten Days of Awe leading to Yom Kippur, Jesus Christ will be returning in the Clouds of Heaven (Daniel 7:13-14) most likely around the sixth year of the Seven Year Great Tribulation. Based on the study that we have done, this may begin on Yom Kippur next year: 2021. At that time, Bible prophecy tells us that when the many nations will “confirm the covenant” with Israel. Israel turns eighty in 2028. Subtract seven and you arrive at 2021. I believe that our God has set appointed times and that His numbers are exact. Matthew 24 states that the generation that sees the blossoming of the Fig tree will not all pass away before Jesus returns. The nation of Israel is the Fig tree and was established in 1948. The book of Psalms states that “a generation is seventy years and eighty if there be strength.” Those born in 1948 will be eighty years old in 2028. Some of that generation will live to see the return of Jesus the Messiah come in the clouds.
The “messiah” that shows up in the next year or so, and brokers the peace deal/confirms it between Israel and the Palestinians and all of the other nations; “Confirms the covenant with many,” Also found in Daniel, is the antichrist and he will be very bad news for Christians, immediately, and for the Jewish people shortly afterward. He will cause the third temple to be built in Jerusalem. He will make everyone take his ‘Mark”. I suspect this will be in the form of a vaccine with a Quantum dot digital bio-certificate. Without The Mark one cannot buy or sell or travel or work, or get medical help. The antichrist will go into the Temple around the three and a half year mark and will demand that the sacrifices be stopped and will then demand everyone to worship him. He is indwelled by Satan. Satan wants to be worshipped by all of GOD’s creation. If you take His Mark, to eat bread, and worship him, then there is no help for you, You have sealed your own fate, eternally.
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The smoke from the wildfires to our west and south have made our area so smoky and cool. The smoke really hinders the heat of the sun. It has been been awful!
For the past five days the particulates in the air have been deemed at levels considered to be hazardous and very unhealthy. The first few days, I did do some outside work, mowing and cleaning up garden beds, but the past few days I’ve stayed mostly in the house, preserving some foods and deep cleaning and organizing the cupboards in the laundry room, scrubbed floors, washed the refrigerator, reorganized a few kitchen cupboards, and (lately) a “catch-all” canning and food preservation-supplies-corner of the kitchen. I’ve only been out to feed the beasties and to rotate sprinklers around our house and outbuildings to dampen the soil and vegetation, just in case, God-forbid that a fire gets started near us.
I should mention that our house has been feeling out of my control, lately. But finally, with this cleaning and organizing and getting some of these foods preserved, I feel like I’ve gotten it mostly back under control this week.
On Friday morning, the girls and I moved five small slash piles to add them to our much larger slash piles for burning once the good rains come this fall. We also did a little bit of limbing of dead branches off of the lower sections of some trees.
I froze and dehydrated a massive amount of zucchini, this week, from my gardens.
I took delivery of an order for a case of cabbages which I mostly dehydrated and also froze two gallons worth. I’m still harvesting a few more cabbages from our own garden, but I wanted more.
Also with that order we received twenty-five pounds of carrots that I am also working on dehydrating
I juiced and froze a whole watermelon in ice cubes and half pint jars, for future drinks and smoothies.
The last of the cucumbers from the garden were juiced and frozen.
The harvested green tomatoes are beginning to ripen in the living room and need to be processed in different ways in the coming week. I spent some time going through seven tote bins of them, sorting them from the ones that are going bad, and rinsing them.
I’ve pulled out my seed totes to re-organize them in this coming week. I also am planning on planting some items in my herb garden and still need to get some seeds sown in the greenhouse for our fall/winter garden.
One evening this week I read late into the night. I was reading the newly-published romance novel by Patrice Lewis (of ). It is titled and enjoyed it very much. Now let me say, I do not usually read much fiction, nor romances. I prefer to spend my reading time with real-life events. But this book was super sweet. I smiled throughout it and was sad when I reached the end of the story, because I would have liked it to continue.
I loved Patrice’s descriptions of life in an Amish family, their relationships with God, their family, their community; their work on the farm, the natural beauty of their surroundings; their small businesses. I loved her descriptions of how a city girl viewed their country life, her wonders of the discovery of things previously unknown. I felt like I was actually there with them. The story struck an emotional chord deep within me. As I said it is a very sweet, clean romance. It had a lot of information about being self-sufficient in a community that shares the same beliefs and values and living off-grid. I highly recommend that if you have a few hours to spare, get Patrice’s book, a cuppa something to sip, and curl up in a cozy chair and immerse yourself in this sweet world.
Oh! Those kittens! They’re “Purr Balls!” The kittens, M and M are growing so fast. They are so sweet. The male is so earnest when he greets me in the morning or if I leave the house for a few hours and return. He sits at my feet looks right in my eyes and meows until I pick him up and give him a warm hug. He just warms my heart. Those kittens, they are so hysterically funny at night. They tear around the living room chasing each other, jumping from the back of the chairs to the next chair and then over to the couch. We have a sitting bench in our living room covered with a silky sheet that hangs down to the floor. One kitten will run behind the sheet while the other chases it from the outside. Then, when one kitten is on one side of the room and the other kitten on the other side of the room, they will all of a sudden charge each other simultaneously and leap very, very high into the air at each other make contact hit the ground and run away from each other. They are so entertaining!
Those kittens, they are so alert and aware of everything. It’s super fun to show them new items and watch their reactions to it. This week, Miss Violet and I, took them for a walk around the ranch while holding them. They were very content to be safely in our arms while on the walk. They watched everything and craned their necks often to see things better: Red squirrels, Turkey, Stellar jay. We watched them closely to see what had caught their interest, what they were looking at. Then we would walk to it to let them look closer at it or to sniff it. We introduced them to all of the animals around the ranch. We showed them the boundary lines and took the long stroll out to the county road to introduce them to some moving cars. Thank God they had the appropriate response of wanting to run away from them. They climbed up our necks/my throat. And I, in particular, have the scratches to prove it! 😉 But as soon as the cars were gone they relaxed again in our arms. Sometimes they would sniff our noses for reassurance and we’d hug them and kiss them on their foreheads and snuggle them and they’d relax again. They really trust us. It’s amazing.
Two of our other cats followed along with us. It was fun to watch the kittens observe the older cats behavior in the woods. Our older cats slink around the trees and are very circumspect. Each time we passed under a low branch they had to play with it. The kittens also observe the older cats going in and out the doors. So I surmise that they understand that if they want out, they just need to sit by the door and meow — and vice versa.
I took them out a couple of times and made sure they saw the other ways to enter the house, through the garage door or the garden door. Wherever we walked, I would make a beeline back to the house, to orient them to the location of the house from wherever we were on the ranch. We will continue holding them on walks for another month to orient them to the ranch’s boundaries and location of all buildings, animals and other hazards, until they are neutered. Once they are neutered, we will let them go outside and walk around while supervised. Then later they will be free to come and go as they please. Those kittens! 😉
May you all have a very blessed and safe week.
– Avalanche Lily, Rawles