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I clapped my eyes and checked again. Where is Daniel? I checked the children’s bedrooms to see if he was taking care of any of them – no Daniel. As I pushed through the window to see our passage, I smiled again, looking across the field. Back in the backyard of our 11-acre[11 ha]farm, in the early hours of the morning, we were driving back and forth in the dark.

I happily went back to bed the next day, but did not take responsibility for planting 1,150 tree trees in the next two days, before the heavy rains on Tuesday night.

Now I do not know how much they are known by the fruits of the chest; I didn’t know them last winter when Daniel first talked about them. Okay, so most of the chestnuts are imported, which makes the demand very high. Daniel is always looking for things that will improve our children’s lives and help them build character. When we were teenagers, he was amazed that, with the Lord’s permission, we had a family project to collect checks and take care of the cemetery. I was fascinated by the health features of this nut and its ability to use it in many ways, including to produce flour.

I admit, I was a little skittish at first, until one day I said, “I really support the whole idea!” Since then, we have been discussing how to approach the planting days and thinking about having a picnic area between the trees (now two to three feet high) and adjusting the camp site.

We were looking forward to the day of their arrival, which was on Daniel’s birthday. The next “waiting” was soybeans, which had to be harvested first to make the field empty, for the grass, and then for the trees. On the day of the harvest, Daniel began preparing the ground for planting, including cutting down trees in the forest.

The day was here. No more waiting, The race is on. Habbi was to plant grass.

For me, after a few more hours of sleep, the morning rest was here. I met Daniel on the field with two breakfast sandwiches (made from fresh quail eggs) and juice. Grass seeds were all planted, and he was ready to work on the window sill and place the trees in a banner that would be planted 20 feet above the ground. That was a great undertaking. In everything Daniel does, he enjoys good rows, and marking the big field is no small task. With much effort and support from his father, he worked in the field.

On this big day when their friends and family come in and help, the children are on pins and needles, making the work even more fun and practical. Now, it only takes time for them to wake up this morning. As soon as we ate breakfast and did our morning work, we joined the men as we began distributing stakes, guards, and contacts in preparation for planting. Little Joshua was so happy to be involved that he took it all in.

Daniel’s goal was to keep the last trees in the ground until Tuesday night. My guess is that Habibi was shot in the head. Monday went well. Probably the best night for me is the night after dinner in the backyard. I felt great sitting down, chatting and watching the news.

On Tuesday morning, I took the children back to the field. Thank you Joshua for sitting down with my granddaughter while we were digging and giving everything we had. At noon, Daniel spoke to the people who were planning to help in the evening, saying that we were working on the last part and that they did not need to feel obligated to come.

White protective tubes were looted from the trees and glued to the trees, all standing in rows of hundreds of trees. As we made those last rows, I looked up in amazement. Above, dark clouds gathered. I thanked God for the rain, which I was sure would come at one time or another. I haven’t mapped all my menus to feed those who came to help. So I took some food and asked God to prepare it for me. I was amazed at how they all came together. Many housewives brought rich food.

While we were sleeping that night, a torrential downpour flooded these young trees.

We are hearing stories from old timers on how to cook breasts in the fall. Do you remember those days before the epidemic that killed most of the chest trees in North America? We’ll see, and maybe in two years, we’ll have something to offer you! With this disease-resistant type, we hope to have a good harvest.

Apple cake squares


3 3/4 cup flour

2 tablespoons sugar

1 1/2 teaspoons salt

3/4 cup vegetable broth

1/3 cup butter

1 cup cold water

fill out:

10 cups chopped apples

1 1/3 cup sugar

1/4 cup flour

2 teaspoons cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon salt

Mix the flour together and roll like a cake dough. Place half of the dough in the bottom of a 15 by 11-inch dipped cookie sheet. Mix the now-filled ingredients together and spread over the top of the unbaked crust. Sprinkle with several tablespoons of butter. Place the mixed dough on top of the filling mixture or cut it into slices and place the filling, in the kitchen style. Beat an egg on the top shell and brush. Bake in 350 minutes for 30 minutes or until lightly golden brown. Enjoy the heat in the oven or cool down. Delicious at home with vanilla ice cream!