Harvest has come and gone........last night the harvest crew finished cutting the last wheat field. It wasn't our farm, it was our son's fields that are by our farm, but non the less it is a time of celebration and time of Giving Thanks! They used to use their own combine......now they have someone else cut it. That isn't quite the same, but it is okay. There is something about the sound when the combine is turned on and running.......the noise of the engine, just gets your heart pumping.
It never changes....... the wheat truck get fired up.......same thing......you know you are soon going to be taking your wheat to the grain elevator. In the last year you have worked hard getting the seed in just the right depth of soil, right where the moisture is, then you wait.......and pray......and ask the Lord to protect it through the winter, until cutting time.......when that little baby wheat starts popping out of the ground all you see are rows and rows of green lines running down each field.....you pray again.
Thanking the Lord for His great work.....only He can make this happen. Such a wonderful provider He is. Then spring comes......and it really starts to grow. Our spring was really early this year.....that is why harvest came so soon.
Our family, daughter in love and grandchildren all ran out to get some wheat straight from the truck...."BISCUITS"...left my camera at the farmhouse........man! We had buckets, old seed wheat bags.......and we started opening up the hatches in the back of the wheat truck! Talk about fun and exciting. This was Vitaliy's first harvest in America. Go here to Come Rest At His Table my daughter in love's blog, she journaled the memory of Vitaliy's first time in the field. We all came back to the farmhouse to start cleaning the wheat.
We would hold the wheat in our hands and let the wind blow over the top of the wheat......or we would blow lightly on it. The chaff would fly off the top of the wheat. The children worked along side picking out the big pieces of stubble. It was fun to hear all the chatter.
Then Vitaliy and I took the cleaned grain and used the grain grinder to grind the wheat into flour.
Fresh ground wheat........right from the field right after it had been cut. Now that is fresh! We were all so excited. It was time to make some fresh fresh farm biscuits.
I found this Recipe Buttermilk Biscuits on Pinterest.......it was time to try the recipe out. I had everything I needed! Vitaliy and I made them big.......and some used some organic honey and others put a lot of strawberry jam.....dripping off the sides! Before we ate we gave thanks..........I am sure the Lord was sitting in heaven.....smiling down on His precious children!
One thing would have been a little bit better.......that you all were here. I am going to have biscuits for you if you ever come........you will like. They were so nummy!
I am making pita bread this morning......here is an Old Post for Pita Bread of where I have a tutorial on how I make it.
One of my fav pic's of my girlies eggs......they are such sweethearts!!!!!!
Using our farm fresh eggs to make egg salad......fresh ruffled lettuce on the inside of a pita bread. Nummy lunch!
My bread has risen........I can't wait to make them!
Someone asked me what my favorite color was........hmmmm....can you guess? I really do like other colors like, blue, pink, harvest gold.......really!
This morning I opened up the little milk house where so much goes on, on this farm.......Momma Hens sitting on eggs, little chicks every size shape and color, baby ducks......barn cats finding a place of refuge.......a special place where you watch over. When I saw this pic.......my heart skipped........"Thank you Father so so very much for the simple things in life.......where we can see You written all over it! WE are so grateful that You thought up life......even though sometimes it pains so much......but You give us these little glimpses.......of YOU and Hope and we are thankful! In Jesus Name we give thanks!"
Hugs from the farm and may the God of the Universe wrap you close to HIMSELF,