{Update #6} Our First Garden

Our garden is producing a lot more these days! 

We picked our first tomato this week (the two before that, a worm beat us to them). I’ve got hot peppers running out of my ears so I started freezing them. Our bell and sweet peppers are doing really well too. My fennel has gotten big and I’ve been wondering what to do with it (I just planted it for fun), and a friend of mine told me she puts it in her smoothies so I’m looking forward to try that. The rabbits are still a bit of a problem, but we have actually gotten several beans from our bushes, so take that, wascally wabbits! 

My in-laws came over this past weekend and helped us put up sour kraut in an antique crock that’s been in the family at least four generations. I’ve made kraut before, but never this way, so it was a fun new experience! We put up about thirty-five pounds of cabbage (10 heads), and now we wait about a month for it to ferment and then we’ll can it. I’m super excited to get to eat it when it’s ready! 

The squash was planted a bit late, but it’s blooming now so it won’t be long before we start to get that. The watermelon, cucumber, and pumpkin plants are also getting pretty big. We finally thinned out our okra plants, and it’s looking like we’ll have a huge amount of that coming in. The corn has shot up (taller than me now!) and we harvested two huge bunches of broccoli, which were delicious. 

That’s about it, I guess. Here are the pictures I took this morning!

^Eden by the broccoli, bean, and tomato plants. ^Beans and tomatoes. ^Grape tomato and okra plants. ^Eden standing by the corn rows. ^Corn tassels. ^Squash blooms. ^Cucumber plants. ^Watermon plants. ^Five pumpkin plants and our compost pile. ^Beefsteak tomato!^I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this caterpillar. ^Okra blooms. ^Carrying the veggies for Mommy!^Front to back: carrots and lettuce in raised bed, tomatoes, broccoli, okra, tomatoes, corn. 

^We gathered a bunch of broccoli already, but here’s another sprouting up. 

In case you’ve missed the first garden posts, here are the links to them:

Have a great day!


{Update #4} Our First Garden

Here’s a quick update and a few pictures of our garden. We’re still getting lettuce, spinach, and peppers. The tomato plants are so full of fruit so when they ripen we’re gonna have plenty! 

Today we planted more tomato plants (this time some grape and cherry tomatoes), bell peppers, and we gave another shot at some more bush bean seeds. We’ll see how they do, and hopefully the rabbits won’t take them over like they did the peas. (Hubby has shot two rabbits so far, but we know there’s at least one more either living in our yard somewhere or close by.)

I also planted some peppermint in an old ice cream maker bucket and I’m super excited about that! Growing up, we had a flower bed full of peppermint and I would love to do that someday, but until we own a house I’ll keep it contained in a pot. It’s a small plant at the moment but I know they grow really fast, so once it spreads some I’ll put it on the front porch beside the door for a nice, welcoming decoration. 

That’s about all there is to update you on right now, so here are some snapshots I took yesterday evening. 

Have a great day!

~Courtney Faith

How I Cured My Infected C-Section Incision Naturally


I had a Cesarean section when my daughter was born 9+ months ago. As I mentioned briefly in Eden Lily’s Birth Story, the incision later got infected and I had extreme pain for about a month and lots of trouble simply walking and moving around.

At the hospital, where I stayed two days after the birth, I was on two different pain medicines, so I stayed pretty numb to any pain for that short period of time. They prescribed me some medicine to pick up at a pharmacy once I got home, but it was late before we finally got to leave the hospital so we didn’t stop to pick any up.

The incision stayed numb for a while, but I remember it being slightly painful to get dressed that next morning, and by Friday it was very hard to get into the car to go for Eden’s pediatrician appointment. There was a very sharp pain at the top of my right leg, like someone was stabbing me with a knife, and I just assumed it was a normal part of the healing process since the nurses and doctor had told me pain was perfectly normal for the first several weeks after a Cesarean section. I started taking ibuprofen regularly on Friday to help control the pain.

I kept hoping and praying it wasn’t an internal incision and that it wouldn’t get any worse or that I would wind up having to get an antibiotic. I’m not completely against antibiotics, because I do believe they can be necessary at times, but I prefer to only put good things in my body, and killing not only the bad bacteria but also the good is not really my cup of tea. I hadn’t had an antibiotic in over 15 years, and had to have one for the C-section, so I was going to do everything I could possibly do in order to avoid having two in one month, especially since I was now breastfeeding my baby.

I got a late start on fighting my infection because it took me so long to figure out what it actually was that was causing my pain. I had been told that pain even up to two months after a Cesarean was perfectly normal, and so for about three weeks or so I was just taking ibuprofen and resting a lot (which were not bad things to do). I removed the tape from my incision after ten days, and it was a good while after that that I realized it was looking infected, but I wasn’t 100% sure. But by about the third week I was fed up with the pain and knew it was definitely infected, and I asked my midwife and herbalist and mom what I should do about it, and that’s when I started taking lots and lots of herbs.

I should NOT have waited as long as I did to do something about it, but I’d never had surgery before and wasn’t exactly sure what was all right and what wasn’t when it came to a major incision. The outside looked fine for so long, and then eventually began to ooze a little bit, and that’s when we figured it was an internal infection. (Not. Good.) Looking back, I should have seen the signs much earlier on and done something about it quicker, and it probably wouldn’t have gotten so bad.

I started taking LOTS of garlic powder (two capsules, never on an empty stomach, every couple hours during the day), bentonite clay plastered directly to the sore (rinsed off and reapplied every few hours), and several drops of tea tree essential oil applied directly to the infected area. I also avoided breads and sugars (for the most part) because those only feed infections, and I took a probiotic, vitamin C, echinacea, BP-X, Plexus Bio-Cleanse, Young Living Thieves essential oil applied externally, and my mom’s homemade good-for-everything salve. When I would start feeling more pain than I could handle and had already taken my dose of ibuprofen for the time being, especially if I was about to go to bed, I would also rub Young Living Valor essential oil directly to the painful spot, and that helped a lot.

(All these things may have helped in many ways, but I do believe that the garlic— which is good for absolutely everything!– bentonite clay— which draws out poison, and evidently pain as well, for a time!– and the tea tree oil— which kills infection– are what really did the trick.)

Nearly another week passed after I began taking my herbs and watching what I ate more closely, and I did begin having better days, but the pain was still nearly unbearable most of the time. I had been completely adamant up to this point about not getting an antibiotic, but the pain had gotten to be so bad that I started to be afraid the infection was too much by now for the herbs to be able to do anything to help, and so I reluctantly told my husband I wasn’t sure anymore that the herbs were even working and that maybe I needed to get an antibiotic to get rid of the pain once and for all. And frankly, I felt I’d done enough crying that month to last me a lifetime. I was ready to walk again like I used to, without any pain, and take care of my family like I wanted.

So, I called my doctor’s office and spoke to the receptionist. I told her I had an infection and she said I should just go to the ER. But the ER was NOT a place I wanted to take my three week-old daughter in the middle of flu season. My sweet husband took off work early one day and we went to see a doctor at an urgent care clinic instead, and some sweet friends of ours came over to watch Eden while we were gone. The pain seemed to have suddenly gotten much less intense by that afternoon when we got in to see the doctor, which was obviously a relief, but I worried that she may not see my problem. I told her what I had been feeling, what it looked like, and that I knew it was an infection and hoped she would give me an antibiotic. She took a very quick look at my incision and said, “Oh, that looks much better than you made it sound. It’s just fine.” And then she proceeded to be so surprised at my stretch marks and even asked to see them a second time, because apparently I have “a lot more than most people” and she went on and on about how she could barely believe her eyes. (Really?! Why would anyone say that to a new mom?)

Anyway, so since I was “just fine” and only very stretch-marked, I was not given an antibiotic and was sent home to heal myself because up to two months of pain is completely normal. I understood that reasoning, but the pain I’d been feeling for three weeks was not at all normal.

Let me just say that I went home a bit discouraged but more determined than ever to get rid of this stinkin’ infection once and for all– without an antibiotic, since I was apparently “just fine.”

So I continued the same remedies I’d been doing before, and after about five days of taking loooooots of garlic and doing lots more bentonite clay applications and lots of drops of tea tree oil, I was back on my feet, walking upright, and feeling human again!

Only once since then have I felt a bit of a twinge in the spot the pain had been, but only a little twinge, and after taking more garlic it completely went away and I’ve been fine ever since. Let me tell you– I am a very firm believer in GARLIC (and of course bentonite clay, tea tree oil, plus looooots of patience and prayer for strength. I could not have gotten through those tough days if it weren’t for praying for God to give me strength.)!

If you ever have an infection like this, please talk to your doctor or midwife as soon as possible. The sooner you treat the problem, the sooner you’ll get rid of it. Yes, maybe an antibiotic would have worked better and faster for me, and maybe I should have taken one as soon as I noticed there was an infection, but I am very grateful I was able to cure the infection completely naturally, without having to worry about any side effects from the antibiotic. And now I know it CAN be done and I have even more faith in natural remedies than before.

I know many people have been through much harder things or experience worse pain on a daily basis, but that month I spent gritting my teeth every time I got up from the couch, or gasped in pain when I moved the wrong muscle when turning over in bed, or having to have help from my husband to get dressed or even walk me to the bathroom– that taught me to never ever take for granted the things that used to seem so simple and be easy for me before. I’m now very grateful that I’m able to take a full step without help, bend over to pick something up, and hold my baby without wincing in pain. The things that seemed so little before don’t seem that way anymore.

“Morning by morning, new mercies I see;
All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!”

Have a blessed day!
~Courtney Faith

Reviving Chivalry


I work at a quaint little herb shop in my hometown about twice a week. We sell teas, coffee, some organic foods, and a large variety of vitamins and capsuled herbs.

Some days are not very busy, so I have time to read or crochet or write articles for my blog. That’s where I am today, sitting in a cushioned wooden chair, listening to the radio and the constant rumble of traffic outside. Every once in a while someone stops by; usually for something specific or with a question, and other times just out of curiosity. We have some of the nicest customers, most of which are our “regulars” as we call them. I haven’t worked here for very long, but I’ve already met so many wonderful people and made new friends (mostly sweet ladies who call me “Darlin’,” “Baby,” “Sweetheart,” etc.).

This afternoon a very sweet woman, who I’d met once before, came in for one specific item. She had trouble getting around so I closed the shop door behind her and went to the shelf to get her what she needed. We spoke for a while, and let me tell you, that lady is precious. When she was ready to leave, she asked me if it would be any trouble for me to get the door for her again. Of course I didn’t mind at all. We talked some more as she slowly made her way back out into the cold. I asked if she wanted me to go out and open her car door and she happily accepted my offer. She took my arm as she stepped off the curb onto the street and said with a chuckle, “I trust you more than I trust this cane.” When she got into her vehicle she thanked me and told me, “Somebody’s had some good raisin’!” and went on to say that “we old people” need and appreciate all the help they can get.

It’s sad that the elderly–or anyone, really– have to experience such an absence of chivalry these days. It’s not hardly expected anymore! The weaker and feebler people shouldn’t have to do so much on their own when there are others around who can help. I see strong young people who don’t hold the door for the person behind them even when it is so convenient. Even those who are perfectly capable of doing things themselves shouldn’t be without help when around other capable individuals. All of us who can help should look for opportunities to be chivalrous and take those chances whenever they come.

So, this poses a question: Why have the simple acts of chivalry disappeared so?

Is it that we just hate helping others anymore? Hopefully that isn’t the case. Most likely, it is not.

Is it that we have gotten so busy and caught up in our lives (and ourselves in general) that we simply forget to lend a helping hand, especially when it is even a bit out of our way to do so? That very well could be part of the problem.

But I think it has to do with the way my generation has been taught. (Yes, the majority of this impoliteness is the young people.) When the sweet lady complimented me today, she was really complimenting my parents, and all those older than me who have set the Golden Rule example for me to follow. There are far too many from my parents’ generation who have forgotten one thing: that my generation is watching, and whether we want to admit it or not, we are following in their footsteps. The parents who don’t teach politeness/manners/chivalry will most likely have kids that don’t have politeness/manners/chivalry.

So, what’s the solution to this absence of chivalry? We might not be able to convince everyone else that they should be helping others, but we can make a difference in ourselves, by the way we go about doing things.

Open doors. Give up your seat. Speak up and speak respectfully. Say “thank you.”

If we make an effort to be kinder, to think more highly of others than ourselves, and put others’ needs before our own, then we can change the next generation by teaching them by example to do the same.

We have to not only put chivalry “back in style,” we have to make it a habit. A solid, desirable habit that we all have and is expected of us once again.

“Somebody’s had some good raisin’!” Why, yes ma’am, I have, and I’m very thankful for that.

Pass the kindness along, and let this compliment be true of all of us.

Have a blessed day!


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