Rainy Homemaking in May

It is a rainy day in May and I write as a cup of chai steams beside me and strawberry jam simmers on the stove in the next room. A lot has changed since I’ve truly written last, my dear readers. I am now a wife, settling into a new home that my husband and I purchased this spring, while expecting our first sweet baby that will be here in just a few short months. Amongst so many life changes, there are always two sureties I cling to: Scripture and the seasons. The Word of the Lord stands forever and assures us that our Father is without change. The seasons roll on as they do every year, bringing the same harvests and labors as the one before. The vegetable garden must be planted and the strawberries must be jammed.

It’s as if through the seasons, the Lord is offering us a bit of tangible certainty when nothing else on this side of heaven does. They are a rhythm to live by that will not be largely unpredictable when the rest of the world is. They are a visible reminder of God’s unfailing love for His people, His promise of redemption. No matter how cold and long and harsh the winter, we pray for Spring, we hope in God who hears us, and the seeds that are sown take root and bear fruit when summer comes.

There was not much natural light this morning, so I lit some candles and turned on the lamps. The beeswax tapers burn their amber glow and hymns drift softly from the record player, but now I think I see the sun trying to peek through the thick clouds. The gardens are thankful for the rain and I’m just thankful I don’t have to go wrangle the hose to water them! I must go finish my tasks and get a chicken roasting in the oven for supper. My new favorite trick is putting lemon slices under the skin and roasting breast-side down for the most delicious chicken that doesn’t dry out.

I’ve missed this… and hope to talk again soon.

Blessings,

Kaetlyn 🤍