Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Summer 2014 in pictures

 Warning: This is a post looong in pictures.

I haven't been posting very regularly this summer, and we have quite a few random snapshots what went on around the yard (not so very much).

First of all, the produce has been bountiful! For one, this apple tree of the State Fair variety produced bushels of apples. I had already made most of our apple sauce by the time these were ready, but I did make some from these and it was the sweetest I have ever tasted (no sugar added, of course). And for just passing by and crunching on them, absolutely delicious.

As seems to be usual in this patch, my tomatoes looked awful again this year and again produced tons and tons of juicy goodness.

I've said it before and will say it again: our yard here is a park. We really enjoy having summer evening meals out here, particularly with Ramont making guiso over the fire.

Well, let's be honest. I thaw the meat, chop the vegetables, toss in the seasonings, bring out the pasta and hot water and tomato sauce and he does the hot, dirty work of cooking it.

Back to produce, I dipped deeper into canning this summer than I ever have before. Here are tomatoes, peppers and onions from our garden, for a sauce, as well as grapes (which produced very pathetically this year) for jam.

Apples we got from a friend, and I bought 10 dozen ears of corn to freeze. More than anything else (except tomato sauces), these are my favorite two staples for getting through the winter.

These look very ordinary to normal canners, but to me it was all a new experiment. Who knew pickled beets have cinnamon sticks and whole cloves in them?! Last count of pantry jars, we're well over 100.

Our kids became SO much more independent this summer. They play outside, alone, for hours. This let me garden and can quite easily compared to the previous two summers/falls.

 We do love our little bolivianos!

Out-of-order shot of fine dining outside :)

This was as close as we got to camping. Maybe next summer we'll be a bit more adventurous.


 I'm so happy that they're beginning to enjoy Legos.

For much of the summer we waited for rain. On the day that Ramont washed and began to wax the vehicles, it started to pour and has been wet ever since.

This is what I call prairie preschool.

This picture should really come after the next one, as it captures Anna's response to the shiny new semi-truck (or rather, to its air brakes).

Ramont was veeery excited when my dad bought this semi and trailer. Let's just say it's older than most around here, and it did not look that shiny when they bought it.

The Harder Schrock barber shop.

Another nice evening with friends from Paraguay.

Anna has not been sleeping much during nap time. We still all retire to our rooms for 1-2 hours after lunch, but sleeping is rare. On this day she put on her bathing suit, some striped socks, and a large floppy red hat. When she finally got to come downstairs she set to her artwork.

We took a mini-vacation to the Twin Cities one weekend in August. The main point was to speak in Faith Mennonite Church on Sunday morning, but we also spent a day going to Como Zoo, among other things.

One highlight was Sunday lunch with uncle Merin, aunt Kathleen, and cousin Sophia.

More visitors from Paraguay and Canada - aunts and uncles this time.


And then Ramont's (38th) and my (37th) birthdays kind of ended summer. Here we had a Sunday afternoon party for Ramont, together with uncle Charles, my grandparents and folks.



What a grand summer it has been!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

ALL together

For the first time in, well, ever, the Gordon and Eva Harder family was altogether in one place - all in Kansas this past weekend.

There are now eight grandchildren, as you can see.

And here are the oldies.

Willmar and Hannah moved to Buhler a couple weeks ago, and our family stayed with them in this sweet rental house. The folks stayed with David and Rachel in Hutchinson. What follow are some random snapshots of the weekend.

Drew took quite a liking to Oma. The twins are now about 19 months old.

Anna, pondering the meaning of life.


That's the look Rachel usually has when Willmar tells a story, so I'm not sure who's getting it this time...

The old men try to relive the glory days of yore with a football.

Perfect summer supper of roll kuchen and watermelon.



This is Willmar's new workplace; he is pastor at Buhler Mennonite Church right in town. We got to see him in action on Sunday morning - only his second week there.


Ready for church...?

Showing off the captured snake to the neighborhood kids.

Waiting for Willmar to come home for Sunday dinner.


It was a tiring weekend (all that kid energy!), but oh so good.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Threshing Bee

Last weekend was the weekend o' fairs. First County Fair, then the annual Threshing Bee in Butterfield. We again attended the ecumenical Sunday morning worship service outside (very nice), and then spent a few hours looking around.

In the photo above, Dad took the little ones to see the Farmall 350 on which I began my illustrious hay baling career.

One of the highlights of this historical setting is the kiddie train. Here we got ready to board...

the conductor (the grandpa of our kids' friends) punched our tickets, and

then the pictures got out of order. Hmmm.

Here Ramont and Jonathan head to the windmill that grinds the wheat which was threshed (thrashed?) at the Bee. We bought some, as we (will) do every year, for bread and other baking.

Some of the hundreds of old tractors on display, with the lake behind them.

J was very, very sad that most of the tractors were too well-preserved to play on.

Well, and here we are at the train again.

Looking up into the windmill's gears. What an ingenious contraption!

Anna dares to touch the engines of the horse & wagon commute around the grounds. The driver serenades the riders with pop songs, I kid you not, as they amble through the grounds.


What would a fair be without ice cream?

[Definitely not worth going to for the Harder Schrock household.]


And this little kid is going to kindergarten...

next year!

[not yet, whew]

Saturday, August 16, 2014

County Fair, year two

Last year when we attended the county fair in these parts, we were a bit shocked by it all: the clothes, the weight, the kids running around, the reduced number of everything from animals to booths to food options (are we just getting older?).

On the other hand, it was so quiet and early and tame compared to carnivals in Bolivia.

This year we were better prepared for what to expect, and that's how it was.

The only thing was that we couldn't remember if there had been a ferris wheel last year. For Anna (and to a lesser extent Jonathan) really, really, really (thinks she) wants to ride a ferris wheel.

Well, there was not one. But they each got excited about another ride. For Jonathan it was the car one. Anna politely watched while he enjoyed that.

And then he nervously watched while she went on...

...the high-flying, fast airplane one! It surprised her a bit when it started going up and faster and faster. But she loved it!

We also saw some animals,

and capped off the nice summer evening with the requisite milkshakes.

It was fun.


Especially for this one.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Hay

The main theme of our summer has been hay baling. Ramont and my dad (and, on occasion, I) have mowed, raked, baled, loaded, and unloaded between 4000 and 5000 bales of grass hay this summer. Ramont gets the prize for lifting every single one of those at least once, often twice.

Alas, I don't have pictures to illustrate the whole process. Here are just a few.
The first two are taken beside the fields we rent near Delft.

This was a common morning sight on my folks' yard: several racks waiting to be unloaded before it gets too hot.

This year we discovered that unloading hay is a great family affair. The baling itself doesn't work so well, since the kids would have to be either on the rack (no room) or running alongside the trailer for miles at a time. So, Oma has been a patient babysitter.

All those bales are stored in various sites around the area, and will get sold throughout the year to private individuals or at area hay auctions.

One recent morning we put a few loads into the barn where we live.

It sure smells nice in there now!

Another job done.