In a house full of children, getting out for the convential celebrations can be challenging, especially when one is still an infant. Couple that with the small town phenomenon, and we skipped the fireworks. We did have a nice, albeit unorthodox 4th of July. After men’s prayer at the church house, we headed out to a quasi-nearby peach orchard and picked over 45 pounds of peaches. Likely, it’s about 60#. Never fear, we’ll take good care of all those fuzzy delicious orbs.
On the java front, I roasted a bit last night while milking the goats. Took a bathc of Indonesia Flores Organix Manggani to full city, start of 2nd crack. It’s this morning’s cup brewed with an AP. Sweet and smooth, with a hint of spice. Wonderful!
Have a blessed Sunday!
Solo Deo Gloria,