Ah, The Romance Of Summer…

Today, I was reading through some of my old blog posts.

I came across this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago.

There is just something about summer time…


Summertime Memories

IMG_0197Front porches, tree lined streets,

hometown parades, ice cream treats.

Lightning bugs, stars at night,

running barefoot, tea on ice.

Shucking corn, bumblebees

curtains blowing in the breeze.

Lemonade, country roads,

windows down, lawns need mowed.

Just washed linens smell like sun,

staying up late, having fun.

Coke in a bottle, feet in the sand,

old friendships, lots of plans.

Written by: Dawn Gibson



I Call Fowl

The chickens were let out of the coop while my husband and I did some Spring cleaning. 102_4899

We have two dogs and three barn cats that intently watched the chickens on their adventure outside of the protective confines of wire and wood.

I kept an eye on my feathery friends and made sure they stayed in the front yard.

Well…….for the most part.

A couple of “the girls” went on a chicken run to the side of the house.

Straight for the collie!

I believe my neighbors think I’ve lost my mind after watching what ensued. I took off after the wayward hens yelling, “Stop! Stop! That big furry guy killed your kind in the big chicken massacre of 2012!!!” (out of reverence for the deceased I will not go into the gory details)

By the way, running at chickens just causes a lot more confusion and mayhem, for those who don’t know.

This did not seem to deter them…which says a lot about chickens and their overall intelligence.

I began yelling at the dog, who looked confused as to why I was yelling at him. He was just trying to nap in the shade, all the while with one eye open to see where those noisy, feathery creatures were going.

I managed to chase them back to the front with the others….all with a lot of running around and “Shoo…shoo…..move it girls!” coming from me.

Eventually, with a lot of help from my husband, the coop was ready for Mr. Rooster and his nine girlfriends to re-enter their sanctuary.

Chickens aren’t the smartest birds on the block (hmmm…maybe “on the block” is a poor choice of words when discussing chickens. Sorry.) …….and they sure aren’t good listeners.

But, they do like to be fed.

I coaxed them back in with food, and a little chicken wrangling help from hubby.

Free range chickens are great and it would be wonderful to allow that all the time, but alas our other pets just see them as a yummy chicken dinner.

So, they are locked back down. Safe and secure behind the wire.















Today I am thankful for: 


* helping hands

* fresh eggs

* a husband I can laugh with

* sunny days

* good friends

* an ice cold glass of water

* God, who has a sense of humor

* the men and women who sacrificed  for this country

* Memorial Day–a day to remember…..


Sleep Deprivation And Other Morning Things

I woke up at 4:30 this morning, not by choice. I am not the type that can function on just 5 hours of sleep. I can’t focus during the day when I’ve had such a small amount of sleep. My eyes roll back in my head, and my brain will remain in a fog (more so than usual). I finally got up at 5:15. Number one, I had to pee. Badly. Number two, I was already awake so I might as well give it up and just drag out of bed. I got a half look at myself in the mirror, not a full look because the light over the bathroom mirror is bright and I was sort of squinting. It is a good thing I didn’t get the full brunt of my countenance, I can only deal with so much at one time.

After a few minutes of teeth brushing, hair curling, and mascara applying, I looked like a new woman. Okay, maybe not new…I’ll go with refurbished. Hey, this particular model has been in commission since 1968, be gentle.

I am now ready to face the day. Head on. With some caffeine. After I take a nap.  One knows they are tired when the granite kitchen counter looks like a comfy place to lay ones head. Just for a few minutes. I promise. Of course, if I do that, with my luck I’d end up with a big red splotch on my forehead. Granite is not very forgiving.

Okay, I’m off to save the world before breakfast!  Wish me luck.

And the day begins…….


The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.  Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV







The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Early morning, cold gray sky.

No breathtaking  sunrise on this cold and snowy day. IMG_0218

It is difficult to distinguish the ground from the sky. Is it gray and white? Or white and gray?


I am walking in a snow globe.

Snow coming down, covering the ground in a thick blanket of flakes.

The world is muffled under the wet white.

Counting down to Christmas.

Shopping and wrapping.

Singing and laughing.

The snow…

just makes it seem more so.

The most wonderful time of the year.



Here Comes Summer!!!

I’m ready for summer to get here. Not the heat, mind you. I don’t do well with the heat. I mean I really don’t…and it is not just the fact that I don’t like to sweat either.Heat. Ick.

There is a lot to like about the approaching summer months. The somewhat slower pace, more flexibility with schedules, laying in the hammock, reading a book, sitting on the front porch, grilling out, fireworks, road trips, staying up late, lightening bugs, ice cream cones, swimming, vacations, and no school.

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