Johnson Family Adventures: 2014

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Celebrating 11 years of marriage to Mr. Dwight.

Celebrating 11 years of marriage today!

For you, my love ... These have been the best years of my life! You're my most favoritest person. The one I'd pick to be on my island. The one who still "melts my butter!"

I'm so glad you asked me to share the sunsets with you for the rest of our lives. :-)

Here's to my wonderful groom, dance partner, cherisher of my heart, best friend ...

My handyman,

playful, adventuresome

real-estate-guru,

out-of-the-box and fun,

give-up-your-life-for-us,

haying and farming. providing and nourishing,

sweet and adoring,

Window-Washing

Creative,

Business-building

fit, strong, and buff,

playful and hilarious,

servant-hearted and giving,

soap-making,

memory-making,

silly-picture-taking,

Daddy to our 7 (almost 8)

brokeness and sadness sharing,

pipe-smokin'

runnin',

military-man,

BEST HUBBY ever!!!

I adore you and our wonderful life.

Thank you for making all the sacrifices you do every day - for changing all the diapers with me, cleaning up the messes, changing out the toilets, making all the breakfasts, and then doing it all again the next day.

Thank you for sharing your heart and dreams -- for dreaming big and letting us work together to build fun businesses and our big family.

Thank you for guiding and protecting us each day -- for learning from the Lord and making HIS heart YOUR heart. For teaching and leading us and giving us a vision.

And for making these 11 years, the BEST years of my life. I adore you, my sweet man!

Drive safely home to us ...

Monday, July 7, 2014

Blueberry picking in Oregon

Blueberry Picking in Oregon

It was spur of the moment ... like most of our plans tend to be. My parents were going to our favorite place in Lieburg (near Vida), so Dwight decided we should go, too.

The plan was to leave after breakfast (that we liesurely spent with company). Just as we were all packed up, lunch in ice chest, pulling out of the driveway, we found out that the place that we've gone to for years was not going to be open after all, being that it was a Sunday.

Quick change of plans, a search on the internet, a phone call to confirm ... and we were off to a NEW place. This time, we drove west towards Albany, but stopped in the small town of Lebanon. We meandered on back roads, around farms, over creeks and made it to Springbank Farm.

This is a beautiful 320 acre place growing 12 acres of blueberries ... and other things, as well. The family there was very nice and welcoming and we found ourselves feeling like family as we soon got very well acquainted.

We all donned our awesome harnesses, grabbed our buckets (little ones for the little troops) and headed out into the field.

I got a kick out of these two - who thought they were so cool.

The bushes that greeted us were VERY small (the same size as Vienna!). Even so, I was surprised to see lots of berries on the few little branches these newby bushes were growing.

Let the eating begin!

Still, our spirits were complaining and thinking that we would have a very hard time trying to fill a single bucket, let alone the 100lbs we were hoping for.

But, pressing on, we soon found row after row of more mature trees that were LADEN with plump blueberry clumps. We ate until our bellies hurt, filled bucket after bucket, and had such a blast.

Dwight soon found "the jackpot" and the picking really became fun. Imagine being able to fill an entire bucket in about 15 minutes! Well, that's about what started to happen as the clumps of berries were "tickled" off the bushes and into the buckets.

Hauling in the berries became the next important chore. By the time Chance and I had brought 3 buckets to the front, and returned ... the picking crew had filled another 3. What a system!

Look at these MUSCLES!

Dwight and I were blown away by their diligence and determination to keep picking 'til the end. Part of the reason they were so motivated, was because it was so rewarding and FUN! The berries were just prolific ... and each bush seemed to want to give more and more. We couldn't stop!

The ORIN-man

Burnell the buff - he's got 2 buckets hooked on

Dwight - the leader

Ty-man kept going strong to the VERY end!

YUMM!! Lining up the buckets for weigh-in. Each bucket is approximately 12lbs.
We picked 19 1/2 buckets -- totalling over 220lbs! That should last us a while. :-)

Filling tubs and doing a quick sort. Nice look, OE.

As is tradition for the blueberry picking experience ... after you've picked all day in the hot sun, one MUST dunk in a river. We found a beachy spot off the Santiam River nearby and everyone cooled down in the fresh water. Ahhhhh.... it doesn't get better than this, folks!

Friday, May 30, 2014

Getting the water lines up

There are 26 acres of hay on Grandpa's property here. The fields in this high desert are irrigated by the Tumalo Irrigation District which sends ice-cold snow run-off, from their reservoir, down the miles of irrigation canals

... to us!

The water is "turned on" at the end of April each year. Once this water is on, it fills the ponds and can be pumped out to water the fields.

The metal pipes have to be put out, the pump has to be repaired, primed, and started. Valves need to be fixed, seals repaired, and lots of other little maintenance issues.