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Good For The Soul

23 Jun

The sky was shades of morning blue, all the way to the horizon, with not a cloud in sight. I could already feel the heat and humidity in the air, but the strong breeze blowing from the west helped it to not feel so oppressive. The sun shone brightly over the tops of the trees in the distance, its warm rays already bouncing off the metal barn roof in blinding spectrums of light. The collie joined me on my trek to the chicken coop. He knows he isn’t allowed inside, so he watched instead, gave a few sniffs, and wandered on down the yard. After feeding the hungry chickens I made sure to lock the door so they got no surprise visitors to their humble abode. Now, it was off to the barn to let the horse outside into the pasture. She made me smile with her fly mask on. Her attire reminded me of an equine version of a Halloween costume. Even though her eyes and ears are covered, I know she is watching me. Better to wear a mask then to have to deal with those pesky nuisance flies!

On the way back to the house I notice I have an entire entourage following behind me. It is an early morning farm parade… Me, the collie, the neighbor’s dog, and two out of our three outside cats, followed along behind me. I laughed out loud. The sound carried and bounced off the side of the barn, echoing back across the yard. Laughter. It truly is good for the soul.

 

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Today I am thankful for:

*blue sky

*pets…lots of pets

*laughter

*good food in the crock pot

*watching TV with my husband

*tall, lanky son

*daughter who wears her ball cap

*front porch flowers that explode in colors of purple and pink

*movie with friends

*ice cold water

*flip flops and rolled up jeans

*summertime music

*reading a good book and napping in the hammock

A Mid-West Summer

17 Jun

Sometimes pictures truly are worth a thousand words……

Glimpses of the lazy, hazy days of a Mid-West summer.

 

Take Me Home Country Roads

 

The long driveway to the Amish house, where they sell eggs.

 

 

 

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The flowers of the fields…

 

 

 

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A neighbor’s barn that looks like a scene straight out of a Norman Rockwell picture.

 

 

 

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Wind socks of patriotism.

 

 

 

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The sun sinking into the horizon, and the night cooling off ever so much.

 

 

 

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There are no colors like this here on earth.

 

 

 

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Mama killdeer hiding her, soon to be, babies.

 

 

 

 

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Relaxing on the hammock because lazy days are necessary.

 

 

 

 

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You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream!

 

 

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The days, delicate, fragile, much like life.

 

 

He Is The Maker Of Dreams

13 Jan

It’s Monday, and I feel really good about it being Monday. Not that it matters what I think, because Monday would happen regardless of my feelings about it. Anyway, it is going to be a good day. I don’t know why, I just feel it.

I was up and at it at 5 in the morning. Yes, 5am. I really am a morning person if given the choice. Of course, if I get up that early I’d really prefer to go to bed early. That is not always possible because I am the only morning person in this house of five. Although, earbuds and a Nexus have helped my husband to quietly watch TV  in bed, while I roll over and start snoozing. I’m all for technology that is quiet and lets me sleep.

My son is doing an internship at a local Christian radio station in town. I’m enjoying listening to him in the morning for a couple of hours before he heads off to school. It makes me happy to hear him, and hear the smile that is in his voice. I am trying to come to terms with the fact that my little boy isn’t really my little boy anymore. He is my eighteen year old, young adult. When did that happen? The years they truly do go by so quickly. I try so hard to record the moments, the every day minutes that make the memories.

I am also a step mom to two young adults. The house seems to be over run with young adults. My husband and I are currently outnumbered.  I am trying to get my daughter to seriously consider massage therapy as a viable career, she is not so sure. I am trying to convince her that I would be glad to sacrifice my time for her to have someone to practice on. Just sayin’. I feel it is my duty, as her mom, to help her in her endeavors. My oldest son is not completely sure what he is doing with his life. He is more of the free spirit, which is great if being a free spirit also makes him some money. I think he would agree with that.

I realize how blessed I am….on most days. Not always. Some days are mopey (and dopey!) and muddled and I wonder who I am, much less what I am doing. I know I am happy to be married to a man that loves me…and that I love back. When he is away on business I am reminded how much I love and miss him. There is a hole left here when he is gone. (And if he is reading this, and he probably isn’t because he hardly ever reads my blog posts unless I make him, I do miss you sweetheart!)

As the new year is well into its second week, I’ve been thinking. Thinking not really about resolutions but about dreams and passions. I have many varied interests, and at 45 I really am considering what I’ll be doing with the rest of my life. (Which I hope is many more years, and I die peacefully in my sleep somewhere in my 90’s.) I’m currently reading a book by Holly Gerth about God Sized Dreams. God makes each of us unique, each with our own dreams and passions. He can use those dreams to make something wonderful for each of us, and to bring Him glory.

I am ready, for whatever. My answer to Him is “Yes!”.

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* the dark of early morning

* mocha coffee at Sweet Aromas

* listening to my son on the radio

* my daughter up and at it, early

* family

* my bed is made

* my house is clean

* friends that make me smile

* a chance to help others

* God who is the Creator of dreams

  Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1  NIV

 

Summer Days Are Sweet

3 Jul

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So far this summer has been good for me.

I’ve had time to think…and not think. Sometimes I need that. I tend to dwell on things, worry about stuff.

It is refreshing to have some time to just relax and not to be chained to a schedule.

Trading in calendars and clocks for a porch swing and hammock.

Enjoying early mornings and slow evenings.

Cooking becomes grilling out.

Meeting new people, making new friends.

Sight seeing and soul searching.

Afternoon thunderstorms and evening lightening bugs.

Mulling over plans.

Wondering what lies ahead, as I sip my sweet tea.

Content.

 

 

 

The In Between

28 Jun

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

In between

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The in between is often times the unknown.

Beginnings can be interesting, or exciting, or maybe even down right scary.

Endings can be sad, or frustrating, or maybe a relief.

It is that in between that can be difficult.

And sometimes that journey of the in between is what makes all the rest, worthwhile.

The waiting is between the beginning and the end…

 

 

Friday Harbor

 

 

28 Jun 2013

Five Minute Friday: In Between

Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you!

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Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words –>{click to tweet}.

Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer}.

3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.

It’s a great way to catch your breath at the end of a long week.

OK, are you ready? Let’s see your best five minutes for the prompt:

In between

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Pictures From Home

28 May

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My view from the front yard. The evening is a favorite time of day, when the shadows starts to fall across the lawn and field.

 

 

 

 

 

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A freshly mowed yard.

 

 

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Time for a break.

 

 

 

 

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What are you lookin’ at?

 

 

 

 

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The town’s water tower.  A view from the back yard.

 

 

 

 

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Fencing in the back acreage. Slowly, but surely.

 

 

 

 

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The close of another day.

 

 

 

 

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The evening slipping into night.

 

 

 

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Jazz….”Are you taking another picture of me?”

 

 

 

 

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Ace…. Taking a break from his daily patrol of the back perimeter.

 

 

 

 

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Llama Mama watching me from across the road.

Women Are A Tough And Hardy Lot

12 May

Grandmothers and Mothers.

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Daughters and Sisters.

Aunts and Cousins.

Step moms and Foster moms.

Women, we are a tough and hardy lot. Yes, we are. There is nothing in this world like a mother’s fierce and protective love along side a gentle and nurturing nature. These women live through joy and pain. Proud moments and heartaches. So many things make up a mother.

Mother’s know and understand what it is to scream in pain and joy at the exact same time. When that wet bundle of love is laid on the chest, nothing is ever the same. It can’t be. The heart has changed. That new baby has made it so…

Nursing and staying up late. Strained peas, diapers, and potty training. The first day of kindergarten. Bedtimes and homework. Sports moms and recitals. Holding hands and holding hearts. Advice and wisdom. Yelling and forgiveness. The stink eye and the “you’d better move it!”. Kisses and hugs and I love you’s. Blessings and behaviors. Tears and smiles. Wiggly toes and wiggly bottoms. Hand prints and car keys. First loves and heartbreak. Listening and loving no matter what. The years go by so very quickly.

These women, oh my…..they are something else.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Daddy’s are important, most vital. They are both needed and wanted, and loved, but their roles are different. A mother can try, but she can’t fill a father’s role, not really. Nor can Daddy take the place of Mommy. It just isn’t the same.

This day I celebrate the mom’s. Mom’s you do make a real difference. Don’t forget that.

You gave life, and in turn changed your own life in the process.

 

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