Year 2010

A beautiful year, filled with meeting new friends, reuniting with old friends, fun visits with family, and yes, I must include the loss of so many friends.  The year started cold and drab as each new year does and progressed to the joyous spring with the warm breezes teasing the blossoms on the trees and shrubs.  Each season brought change not only to the landscapes but to my heart.  Never one to shun a heated discussion, I have found I loath the negativity, anger, and hate found in so many.  I wonder what life has served them to cause such feelings to linger and fester.  There is so much in life to bring joy and peace if we only search for it and brush the harsher feeling aside.

Spring brought the loss of hubby's father.  Sick for over a year with strange rash on his arms but no diagnosis of the cause, he succumbed to lung cancer in a matter of days after finally being diagnosed.  

Spring also bought with it the reuniting of friends in preparation of a class reunion.  It was a happy time for me to see the many friends and acquaintances of my youth.  One weekend was not enough time, but we made the best of the time provided and many have continued to keep in touch.  So many have died through the years and they were memorialized through the artistry of a fellow classmate. 

Fun in the sun was the theme of our Summer and it was a time of relaxing and visiting with family and friends and enjoying the pool through the hot summer days.  Wonderful food on the grill and homemade ice cream seem to top the charts on the weekends. The grandchildren are growing by leaps and bounds and changing from one visit to the next.  It is a wonder to listen to their conversation and know their minds are growing as quickly as their bodies. 

My garden flourished in the early days of summer, but succumbed to the heat and lack of rain quickly.  Mulching more this winter for a better chance of survival during the hot dry days for the upcoming year.   The asparagus is beautiful and since this is my first try I was very pleased with the results.  None to gather this season, but come spring I should have a bumper crop.  Now is the time to get my onions in, so I have to get busy with those. 

Fall brought on a most memorable reunion with my best friend from school.  One short visit of a couple of hours was not enough, but we are staying in touch and plan to revisit soon.  It is such a comfort to reunite with someone that meant so much to me for so many years.  It is strange to think that we were ever separated to begin with, but that is another story.  Leave it to say that we are reunited and looking forward to catching up.

Mid afternoon the yard chickens come in for a bit of scratch feed.  Week before last I rounded the corner of the barn and there was a beautiful tom turkey.  Light gray and cream with a rose colored waddle, he gobbled at me and headed for the scratch I had put out for the hens.  I watched for a minute and decided there was not enough to go around - he was eating like crazy.  I spread another batch and he proceeded to follow me in my rounds to gather eggs and water the barn hens.  I called hubby to the barn and it was decided he was a tame bird and hubby proceeded to visit the neighbors to locate the owner.  No one claimed the bird and he seems to have made a home here.  Free to come and go as he pleases, he prefers to stay close to the pen and visit with the pen birds.  He makes a nice addition to the landscape and gobbles as I talk, doesn't appear to be aggressive, but not taking chances around the babies.  Those talons look fierce and that beak could do some damage if provoked.  He is a beautiful bird and fun to watch.

Thanksgiving and Christmas is always filled with lots of good food, long visits and a time of fun.  I so enjoyed the visits with family and friends. 

As I read back over this years happenings I know I have been greatly blessed.  I look forward to the coming year with anticipation.  I can't wait to see what God has in store for me next.  Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Another Stroll Down Memory Lane

Well, Thanksgiving is well behind us now and preparation is ongoing for the celebration of Christ's birth.  Some days it just makes me tired and some days I approach it all with a joyful and peaceful heart.  I believe rest is the key.  The temperatures are just now getting uncomfortable and the days are definitely shorter.  Many days I just want to sleep - remaining under the warm covers and not venturing out.  But that doesn't have anything to do with the season but with the changes my old body no longer adjust too so quickly or well.

I had such a surprise on Friday when a friend showed up.  This isn't an ordinary, run of the mill friend.  This was the one person I felt attached to, completely trusted and thoroughly enjoyed her company during my school years.  She was in my wedding in September of 1969 and after that day I never saw her again until Friday.  I can't imagine a more memorable day.  I have always believed that you could tell a true friend in the reuniting.  They were no dead spots - we were laughing as she exited her vehicle and we chattered like we had never been apart.  Easy, comfortable, trying desperately to catch up on all the years and yet knowing we both have been down paths we won't share yet.  I say yet because there is so much surface stuff to gather and share.  It pleased me greatly that my friend found her soul mate early on and has had a happy life. I can't wait to get together again and learn more about her children and family.



I learned that I wasn't the only person that was lost in a world of confusion and insecurity when school let out for the last time.  I didn't realize that I would lose touch so quickly with those so dear to me and that we would all move on in such a hurried manner.  In my older years, I have found that I have plenty of time to locate and reunite with those that I have missed so much. 

Hubby and I have really enjoyed our shopping trips this season.  Never one to enjoy crowds, we have managed to have a little fun this year with our shopping experience.  Both of us are "people watchers" and we have certainly enjoyed the shows put on for us by the other shoppers.  I made my first trip to the Bass Pro Shop in Macon recently.  Of course hubby made his first visit at their grand opening, but I bypassed that trips and the many he has made since then.  Of course, wouldn't you know, all it took was a "I want" from my grandson to get me to trek right down there and get the item.  A beautiful store, it is great for just browsing, but they also had some great bargains over the weekend. 

Then on to the Bass Road Mall and a wonderful visit to Jo Ann's.  I could spend a whole day in this treasure.  A quick visit to Dick's Sporting Goods - prices on the high side - and then to Sticky Fingers for a tasty smoked turkey club sandwich.  Barnes and Nobles was our Waterloo and we spent a couple of hours browsing the books and games.  Found some deals on several books to add to our Stuart Woods' collection.  I am missing only three now so it is close to complete.  I am thinking I need to make a return trip this weekend as I didn't get close to Dillard's or the other shops.  I am so glad the regular football season is past and hubby is not glued to the television on Saturday afternoons.  I have a partner in my shopping experience and a driver to get me where I want to go without me having to fool with the traffic.

Looking forward to all the get togethers with friends and family and already some are overlapping and I know I won't make it to all of them, but you can bet I will hit as many as possible.  Dinner has to be made, so until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Homeless

Homeless!  Does that word bring to mind a person with no home, no warm fire to come home to, no hot meal waiting at the end of a long day?  It is definitely that, but one can be homeless emotionally when they have left the home or town they have called home.  Many years ago, my husband (who was in the Air Force) was stationed in Charleston, SC.  It was so exciting to be moving to a new town, home, area and I was looking forward to the adventure.  It took a few weeks to get settled in and take care of all the essentials.  My first unsettling experience was at the post office.  Our house was in a little community called Ladson.  I stepped into the post office to the jabber of the employees and low, I couldn't understand a word being said.  The nice gentleman looked at me and said "What?".  Not may I help you or what do you need, just "What?".  That was the only thing I understood during my first visit to this lovely little building.  The rest I wrote down and somehow managed to get my address recorded and my mail started.

I left feeling so frustrated.  I didn't know the people in this area spoke a different language.  I came to really not like that post office.  The people seem to be nice but we just did not communicate.  I also had my first major accident turning into this same post office. 

As the days drifted by, the loneliness drifted in.  I was doing a lot of sewing and that kept me busy, but I had no one to talk to.  It wasn't long until I went to work at a day care center in our neighborhood.  The communication in itself was not a problem, but the attitude of these people were strange.  One infants parents wanted the child to sleep all day so they could play with him all night.  Another was fed so much and he was so large his fingers looked ready to pop.  I had the infants - all 8 of them - alone!  Two were ready to move up to another class, but there was no room, so I had two toddlers in with the 6 infants.  I loved the babies, but went home exhausted everyday, knowing the same was waiting the next day.  I didn't last long, 6 months was all I could handle, before I went looking for something else.  Sears saved my sanity! 

The friend problem had not been solved.  As much as I talked to those precious infants, not one of them talked back.  The other workers were nice as could be, but they were as busy as I was and there was no time for chatting. 

It took some time, but as the new neighborhood filled up we met new people.  It made things much easier, but it still wasn't home.  My point is that a house doesn't make a home.  Family and friends are the foundation of a home and happiness.  During this Holiday season I commiserate with those away from their home.  Remember your friends and families are anticipating your return visits and the days are not quite as full as they would be if you were at home with them. 

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

A wonderful extended weekend with family and friends!  Good food, good fellowship, and great times.  It has taken me a few days to recover, but that is age not infirmity. 

I thank my daughters for straightening and cleaning after the fact and giving me a chance to recover without all that on my mind.  I so enjoy having the family gather here for Thanksgiving and hopefully they enjoy coming. 

The broke warm and sunny and provided the perfect weather for the kids to enjoy the outside and many to eat on the porch and patio.  The counters and tables were filled with good food and everyone ate their fill.  Dad stayed with us for four hours and went home to sleep it all off and get some rest.  He called to make sure I was going to do it again at Christmas. The man does enjoy his food.  He will celebrate his 87th birthday in January, so each year we are thankful he can still join us in celebration and thanksgiving.  His health has gone down rapidly in the last three years, but he keeps on trucking.  Mom moves a little slower than she once did, but don't we all.  She doesn't look as if she has aged a day. 

I am thankful for my family and the blessings I receive from each and everyone. 

Time for Reflection

The week before Thanksgiving is always my time of reflection.  There is always so much to be thankful for, but there is also so much that I feel I could have done differently.  Not a time for regret, just a time of adjusting ones thinking so that in the coming year my actions and reactions can be more positive and fulfilling.

With only a month and a half left in this year, there is not much time left to accomplish great things, but today is the first day  - well you know. 

I have made new friends and reconnected with old friends this year - there are two that I have spoken with but not really re-established a relationship with and that is a project that I hope to rectify soon.  It has brought my heart joy and comfort to see these people again; to remember the joys of youth; and to take many strolls down memory lane.  Forty plus years ago we all parted and started on our life journeys.  For twelve years our journeys were focused on each other and then we were declared ready to start our life without instruction.  It is interesting to see what paths each chose to follow and the changes we have all been through.  It is a sad fact that we, as a whole, have not been a healthy group and many have been lost in that 40 years.  Dear ones, know that you were missed at our great reunion.  Thank you Dawn for bringing much sunshine, smiles and joy into many lives this past year.

Every day my faith becomes deeper and I am in awe of the works of God.  God is far from being dead as I am witnessing daily, but the pull of the world on our youth is a frightening thing.  Our youth must be guarded and guided to follow in the steps of our Lord.  Pray for our youth which is our tomorrow.

Hubby and I have had a healthy year without any major calamities.  We experienced the loss of hubby's father this year, but by the grace of God it was not a long, drawn out sickness.  Missed by family and friends, his loss had a sobering effect on his family. 

We also had two marriages in our family this year which is always a celebration.  I am now looking forward to hearing of upcoming births from some of our younger ones.  Nothing brings joy like the birth of a child!  The first of the grandchildren are entering their teen age years and that is always an interesting time.  There are so many changes that a person goes through at this age.  It is a most difficult time and one of great change.  I love to hear the sound of their voices changing.  I know it is frustrating to them and sometimes embarrassing, but it shows they are in transition from childhood to manhood.  We have four boys in our group and five girls and I can't wait until these girls reach their age of maturity and the changes they will go through.  I am so glad they all have stable parents to guide their thoughts and actions.  So much to look forward to!

The families will all gather next week to catch up on "what's happening" and to fill their stomachs with every one's favorite recipes.  I look forward to seeing and visiting with each and everyone.  My wish for you is a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving! 

Until next time  . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle

". . . and he walks with me and he talks with me
and he tells me I am his own."

Plants

Finally, last week we had our first frost here in middle Georgia.  Summer just kept hanging on and frankly, for a change, I was very tired of it.  This week has brought another round of warm temperatures but after the weekend we should be back to the mild seasonal temperatures this area is known for. 

The temperatures changed quickly and I was "caught with my pants down" in that I had not prepared any of my plants for their transition to the inside.  Before bringing my pretties in, I like to clean the top of the dirt, add more soil if needed (we all know soil settles as it sits and when it is watered) and trim dead or damaged leaves from the plants.  Cleaning the outside of the pots always makes me feel better, too.  Well, I didn't have time for any of that to happen.  They are in, though in a cluttered fashion, and thriving well. 

I have several cuttings in process of putting on roots which will have to be potted soon.  I harvested the babies from my chandelier cactus and probably have over a hundred little ones now growing fast.  I put a layer of small gravel, followed by a layer of potting sand and topped with potting soil in a fish bowl (the 10 inch size) to start my cactus.  The little florets can be sprinkled over the top of the soil and evened out with a wooden skewer.  These thin little skewers have many uses in my indoor garden and have become my favorite tool.

I have collected many candle jars for growing my little plants.  The glass allows better viewing of the moisture content of the soil and also holds the moisture to aid in the growing process.  It means transplanting again after a month or so, but I have lost less starters with these little jars.  Once the plants get big enough for transplanting, they are much hardier and have a better chance of survival.  I have already separated some of the cacti and will get to the rest this weekend. 

Another trick I have learned is to transplant into peat cups and place in an inverted plastic tray.  I have two - one is a meat tray container from a get together.  Placing the peat cups in the top of the tray and covering provides a greenhouse effect and keeps the cups, soil, and plants from drying out in the arid climate of the house.  I can lift the whole container and place outside on the warm and sunny days for a treat for these small plants.  This has worked well for me over the years and I carry more plants to spring. 

These little plant filled jars are also great for gifting.  For plant lovers, they make the perfect hostess gift and are a great thank you gift also.  An unusual plant and one that is hard to find the chandelier cactus is perfect for someone who has everything.  I know I sound like a salesperson, but I have developed an interest in these cactus.  Each plant grows differently.  Some grow tall and slender, tall with a thick stem, some drape over the side of the container and then swoop upward, some just hang over the side - they are all unique. 

I have 7 or 8 slips from the banana trees that are thriving since coming inside.  These little beauties don't like the cold. I thought I had lost three, but on bringing them in, they have greened right up and seem sturdy.  i hope in a month I am not writing that I lost them all.  I still have to get my Sago palms in, but they can withstand short term cold.  They will come in over the weekend also, but it may mean we have to move out, as the plants are really starting to take up space. 

Thank for dropping in and until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Teeth Gritting Pain

There are many causes for teeth gritting pain, but nothing can compare to the pain of gout.  Yeah, it sounds like an old fashioned ailment old men once complained about, but it is very real and very painful - - AND it doesn't just effect men.  Gout can occur in women after menopause.

Not being a doctor or connected to the medical field I can only relate what I have been told and what I have read.  Gout is caused by a high level of uric acid in the body.  I have been told that the uric acid causes small crystals to form in the joints which results in severe pain when these crystals rub against bone, tissue, and cartilage.

I have mixed feelings on how to avoid and treat because one article says gout is not caused by diet, yet the same article says that high purine foods, i.e., beef, seafood, some vegetables, beer, etc., cause a "flare up" of gout.  So, I am left to wonder if this is not another pill pushing article.  Those of you that have read some of my articles know that I hate pills and pill pushers.  If that is the only treatment, fine, let's do it; but if there is a natural way, let's take that road first. 

A close friend has been through all the prescribed medications only to get worse rather than better.  His answer to this painful malady is celery.  Two ribs of celery a day keeps the gout away!  This past weekend, hubby started experiencing severe pain in his right big toe (usually the first place gout rears its ugly head).  Overnight the condition worsened to the point of nothing could touch his toe - not the sheet on the bed or a sock on his foot.  There was redness around the joint of the toe and the pain was severe.  Hubby is not a pill taker either but was begging for ibuprofen.  Our friend happened to stop by and confirmed that hubby had all the signs of gout.  I pulled out the celery (which is definitely not one of hubby's favorites) and prepared myself to shove it down his throat if needed.  Didn't have to do a thing but mix a little sour cream and Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing mix together and he ate as if there were no tomorrow. 

I wish I could say it was instant relief, but it took another day of ibuprofen and several more ribs of celery.  By Sunday night, he could rest without pain and could hobble a little faster with a loose shoe on his foot.  Monday found us at the Medical Clinic where they confirmed it was gout.  He is now eating 2 - 3 ribs of celery a day and doesn't even need the ranch dressing mix to get it down. 

I can't begin to tell you what the celery has in it that works, but work it does.  I have also read that celery is good for arthritis, asthma, bronchitis, muscle spasms, and a host of other common ailments.  Long known as an effective diuretic, celery is a common vegetable readily available and simple to prepare.  I love celery.  Plain, stuffed with pimento cheese or peanut butter (which is a no no for gout sufferers), or dipped in your favorite sauce, celery is a much better alternative to pills.

I know one of the medications prescribed for gout is a poison and when taken must be closely monitored when prescribed to prevent damage to your body.  I don't want to knowingly put poison in my system.  There are some people allergic to the oils in the celery and must avoid even contact through handling.  But if you are not in this category,  eat celery!  It is nutritious, tasty, and stops pain in the big toe!

More information and uses can be found at http://www.herbs2000.com/.   

Happy reading!
Belle

No Way!

There is no way I see myself as "old".  That is why when putting all our treasures out on Friday morning for a yard sale this weekend, I jumped on the stationary bike when challenged by my granddaughter.  She was tearing up the CardioGlide, so I was trying to tear up the bike.  Every time I tried to stop, my little angel wanted just a little bit longer Nanna.  Oh what a bad mistake!  I rode like the wind and it actually felt pretty good. 

Oh my, after all the treasures were set out and I settled on the porch with a cup of coffee and a book to wait for our first customers, the knee started feeling just a mite tight.  Then I tried to stand - it didn't work!  The pain was horrendous, the knee wouldn't bend and all I could manage was a hobble.

Thank goodness for ibuprofen.  I took a couple and settled back down.  Thank goodness my daughter was there to help because I couldn't have made many trips up and down those steps nor sit in the yard with the cold wind blowing.  I hobbled and griped for the rest of the day, sure it was a temporary thing and caused by the lack of exercise. Well, here it is Monday and while I can hobble faster once I get started, the knee is still a mite swollen and tender. 

Have you looked in the mirror and wondered who the person was looking back?  In your mind do you see you as you actually look or do you see the person that was?  I don't think any of us see ourselves as we are, but as we were at a younger age.  Some days I feel almost 60 and others I feel 35.  I am learning, sometimes the hard way, that I can't do what I use to do and sometimes it is better not to try.  Am I giving in to my old age - no way!  In fact, I put the stationary bike on the porch and intend to ride every day - not a lot, but some.  I think I can limber that knee up after it gets over the shock and probably ride as long as the granddaughter by Spring.

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Update
I only told part of the story in the above post, so here's the rest of the tale.  On Saturday, some girls I graduated with planned a get-together.  There were several people that couldn't make it to our class reunion in June and we all really wanted to get together.  Help was coming to relieve me and to help daughter with the yard sale, so I was really looking forward to some fun and memory recall.  When the time came for me to get ready, however, I could not walk without a noticeable limp and getting in and out of a chair was impossible.  Yes, my kids laughed at me, but there was no way I was going to see the girls from school, when all I could do was limp around!  Already feeling ancient, I couldn't limp into the restaurant where everyone looks years younger than me anyway.  Vanity is silly I know, but that is what kept me from an enjoyable afternoon with old friends.  Hopefully we can all get together again and this time I will sit on my duff so I will be prepared. 

Now I have set the record straight.  Girls, forgive me for missing what I am sure was a fun time.  Let's try again soon. 

Love to all!
Belle

Toothpicks and Q-tips are handy cleaning aids. 
They reach where nothing else will!

I thoroughly enjoyed my "Girlfriends in God" devotional this morning.  It sent me to my Bible to read the last chapter.  It reinforces all the promises of God and yes, it tells us everything ends as God has promised. If you get a chance today, visit "Girlfriends In God".

Big yard sale this weekend with goodies from multiple households.  Hope people find the treasures among what we consider our junk.  I am a pack rat and so are some of the participants of our sale, so there is no telling what you will turn up that you can't live without.  I really enjoy "yard sales".  I get to visit with neighbors who are too busy with their own lives to visit and I always meet new friends.  It will be cold this weekend so the coffee will be flowing.

It seems to get further and further between visits of my daughter and her family.  I get needy after a few weeks and sometimes my heart pines to touch my grandchildren.  They still have that great child smell when you hug them and your chin hits the top of their heads.  Their little arms - some getting longer- wrap around your waist and squeeze - it is the best feeling in the world.

I am once again getting in the sewing mood, so I hope to be turning out "something to die for" in the next few weeks.  Hopefully I will get creative between now and then.  Daughter has already gotten her customized Christmas stockings going and has received several orders.  The year has flown by and it is closing on the end of another year.

Thanksgiving is right around the corner, I am so excited to see all the family once again.  As time passes we seem to move hither and yon and don't stay in touch as we go about our business.  Nephew is gracing us with some new recipes again this year and I am delighted to test his creations.  There is so much to be thankful for this year.  It has had its ups and downs, but as in the Bible, everything turned out okay.  

Feeding a bunch of bikers a pot of chili for dinner, so I must get to it.  Until next time . . .

Happy Reading!
Belle 

October 27, 2010 It is 88 degrees outside.
We haven't even had a frost yet! 
Summer is not giving up!

Trip Almost to the Mountains

At one time on the weekend closest to my Mom's Birthday (the middle of October) we made the annual trip to see the leaves.  Those were in simpler times when taking a ride to see something new was exciting and fulfilling.  Oh well, times do change and we must change with them or get left behind.  I haven't made that trip in quite a few years until this weekend. 

The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area.  The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display.  There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers".  Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers.  Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also.  It was the Mother of Old Car Shows. 

Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels.  They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels.  Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy.  There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.   

Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp.  Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds.  My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.

My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team.  They were absolutely wonderful.  With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair.  The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival.  I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice.  Oh, yes.  My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter. 

Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies.  The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off.  It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Teens

will try your patience, your understanding, your compassion;
but darn, don't we love them!

Acknowlege vs Acceptance

There is a gift sitting on your table.  You know it is there, therefore you acknowledge its existence.  You walk by it everyday, you dust around the edges, but you don't open the package.  One day you are ready.  You sit down and remove the ribbon and paper.  Now you have accepted your gift.

This is much like the gift from God of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ.  Many acknowledge the gift of the Savior, but few accept this gift from God.  There are still many that are not aware of the gift.  The Savior is there, waiting for our acceptance.  The joys, blessings and comforts from this gift is life changing.  Don't wait too long to open your gift.

Chicken update II

I tried to give you a break on my chicken tales, but can't hold back any longer!

Olive green eggs arrived last week (I may have mentioned these) and today, dear hubby came flying in the house with 2 olive green eggs, found not in the coop, but in holes in the dirt of the floor of the barn.  Chickens, as most poultry do, love to dust their feathers in the dirt.  The Black Giants (that is the way they were sold) have both started laying and the eggs are so unusual on the outside, but same old egg on the inside.  They are as large as the Rhode Island Red's eggs, but have a beautiful olive green tint. 

Bless their hearts, they look just like a baby buzzard, but if you can get by their looks they are really sweet birds.  As the days are getting shorter the number of eggs will get less.  Chickens lay according to their light intake and I don't keep a light on my birds, so when the days get shorter and they get less light, I get less eggs.

I was a little late the other day in feeding the birds and the old rooster had already gone to his roosting stick.  As I poured the laying mash in the feeder, he swooped down on me.  Luckily I was anticipating his ire and quickly twisted to the side thereby foiling his attempts to do me in.  He is getting more ornery with age, but still knows where his food comes from.  He just has to try me once in a while.

My little yard birds which are almost as big as their mom, are running around on their own now.  They have learned they can venture away from mom and still be safe, but if cornered will squawk and fly right to her side.  They are so fun to watch. 

I am not getting much of that yard work done, but it is still on my "to do" list.  The more I have on my list, the less I seem to get accomplished, but so is life.  The harder we peddle the steeper the hill.

Until next time  . . .

Happy Reading!
Belle

You know you are getting older when
It isn't your parent's friends dying, it's yours.

Happy Birthday Mom!

Born the youngest child in a family of four children in 1932, Mom is celebrating her birthday today.  She looks outstanding and is still young at heart.  Life has not always been good to her, but she has always picked herself up and carried on with her life.  I know she gets lonely as in the past few years she lost her last sister and brother, but she stays in touch with what is left. 

Never a big reader, she has taken to Karen Kingsbury's books and likes to read them in order for each series.  She gets very frustrated with us providers when we can't find a complete series or a certain book she hasn't read.  She calls herself "going to bed early" so she can read in peace and quiet in her room. 

I bought her a "goody" bag today filled with all those special little things she doesn't buy for herself.  She can pamper herself to no end, then lay in bed and read while snacking on chocolate covered almonds.  She has earned the treats and the time of rest.

Mom, thanks for all you have done and I hope your day has been special!  Happy Birthday, Mom!

Oh my!  I was taking stock of the front yard yesterday afternoon, planning what needs to be done and what needs to be left alone.  Low and behold, there at the end of the gutter at the downspout were two pretty little pines trees, sprouted and growing as pretty as you please.  Well, that is a sure sign to get it in gear and clean the gutters out.  The only problem is that end of the house is about 20 feet to the gutter and I will not climb that far without proper supervision.  So, a good excuse to put it off until I can find a responsible person to take care of that problem - usually my son. 

I have to clean some dead and damaged limbs out of the pear trees.  These trees have been here over fifty years and have to be petted and pampered at this stage.  My pears had some kind of blight last year, previously mentioned here, but they seem to have recovered from this.  This year the squirrels feasted on the blooms and the nuts from the baby pears dropping them to the ground for the rabbits to feast on as they came along.  Therefore, I had no pears this year either, which makes for two years in a row there will be no preserves.  I am thinking I am feeding God's creatures more than keeping food in the pantry.

There are many changes taking place in all our lives and this takes adjustments and reorganizing.  I am thankful for all of God's blessing for all time, but especially over the last few months.  I am thankful for God hearing and answering our prayers when our cousins serving this country were concerned.  One cousin arrived home safe and sound from Iraq this week. Thank you sweet Jesus!

My redneck chihuahuas are having quite a time adjusting to the drastic change in temperatures we have experienced over the last 3 weeks.  They have returned to their cuddle mode for warmth and have been spending more time inside.  They love the hot sun of summer, but that is passed and they are now waiting for me to build the first fire of fall so they can warm their backsides.

Have much to do so until next time  . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

I am so glad God started the pay ahead plan!

Don't forget to thank God for those prayers He answered!

Don't forget to thank God for those prayers He answered!

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."  Matthew 11:28 NIV

Thank you, my friend!

Our family is large with extended cousins, aunts, uncles and the very dear in-laws.  Today one of those cousins went home.  I know his wife, children, grandchildren, sister and brother will miss him greatly.  He was a heck of a man.  Always ready with a warm friendly smile with joy in his eyes.  He was as comfortable in his judges robes as he was in his jeans and flannels, as comfortable behind the bench as he was on his farm. 

I will miss the laughter and joy that we all shared.  I thank you Jim for the joy and happiness that we shared and the love of family that keep us all together.  Our family is growing with youth but we are losing much of our history as is the way of the life. 

You will always be remembered and many memories shared and always it will be done with a smile and a warm heart.

Yeah! 
It is a Dairy Queen night. A time to fellowship with good friends. 
The Blizzards are not too bad either!

I am so enjoying being able to participate in http://www.lookville.com/ and giving my opinion of all the fashion trends.  Visit us!

Christians

I just received an email stating that 86% of Americans are Christian and encouraging Christians to stand up for keeping God in our country via the pledge ofallegiance, In God We Trust on our coins, prayer in our schools and school events and all the other ways that OUR government is trying to cater to the non believers by removing God from out country.

As Christians we have prayed for peace, for love, for understanding, for acceptance and yet what we fail to realize is that Christians have been fighting throughout the ages for the right to worship and not become slaves to believers of other religions.  Yes, I said fighting - not turning the other cheek.  We all wish for and pray for peace and harmony throughout the world, but that is not happening.  There comes a time when we must be prepared to fight for our beliefs. 

Am I a radical?  Goodness no, but I am willing to give my life so that the Christian belief and way of life can survive. 

Until next time . . .

Happy Reading!
Belle

God's World

We didn't have any measurable rain for 5 weeks.  A mist once when a large cloud passed to our south, but that only made us hunger for something more substantial.  And finally on Sunday, God sent a blessing with more than 3 inches of cleansing rain and then again this afternoon a good shower!

That is what is meant by God's time.  Sometimes we know what we need, we just need to be patient and wait.  God provides in his own time.  Sometimes we think we know what we need, but God knows what our future holds and he provides what we need when we need it.  We are suppose to turn our lives over to Him and trust Him to handle our problems, needs, and desires, but we are such a demanding people.  We don't have time to wait.  Like small children, we want what we want when we want it.  Patience is the one thing I continually pray for in my life.  I need to wait for God and know he will lead me in the direction he wants me to go.


The air is much cooler after the rain this afternoon and I am hoping that tomorrow I can get back to the yard work and the many things I have neglected in my outside world.  I have been so anxious for the cooler temperatures, but know by the end of the year I will once again be anticipating the warm sun on my face and the ability to spend hours outside without being bundled up.

Until next time  . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle

I Hated It

I really hated it!  Not the writing, it was fine, but the story was horrible.  It made me hurt and I normally do not read books that hurt my heart. 

"My Sister's Keeper" written by Jodi Picoult is the book.  It is the first I have read of Picoult's works and if this is indicative of her story lines, it will be the last.  The book was left for me by my daughter who with a look of consternation on her face said you really need to read this, but I need to tell you it will touch you.  I should have known.  She knows me so well.  I waited a few days to pick it up. 

First let me say this, I don't like to read books about children being killed or being really sick.  I love kids and I am soft hearted where they are concerned.  I have put many a book aside and never picked it back up when the first chapter contained the death or fatal sickness of a child.  Okay, I may be a wimp, but that is me.

Back to the book.  Picoult covers all the emotions of the members of a family in which a child has an aggressive form of leukemia and she doesn't stop there.  Picoult delves into the emotions of others who become involved with this family and so she tells her tale.  Revealing the strengths and weaknesses of all involved, she weaves her tale in such a way you can't put the book down, but you don't want to go forward.  So complex with issues that have no decent resolution, the story keeps you riveted. 

Not for the soft hearted, but a good read that makes you delve into moral and ethical issues most of us never have to experience. 

Until next time . . .

Happy Reading!
Belle

Praying hard this morning that God will guard my mouth!

Praying hard this morning that God will guard my mouth!

Interesting Site

A friend I share recipes among other things with found this site today when looking for a recipe for canned peanuts.
Check it out and if you have a recipe for the canned peanuts let me know.

http://www.hungrybrowser.com/phaedrus/archives.htm

Colors of the month - dark yellow, light brown, bright rust

The road of life is one big adventure. 
We never know what is around the next bend.

Hint:  For a really tender flavorful meat, marinade in plain yogurt 8-12 hours before cooking.  Works wonders as a tenderizer and brings out the flavor in the meat!  Thanks to my son-in-law for this hint.

I may be slow, but I get there!

I am getting old and grumpy!  About time!

Catch up

Enjoyed a quick but joy filled visit with my daughter, my son, my nephew and their families.  The babies are growing so fast these days and I am blessed to get to see them frequently to watch the changes that are taking place.  There is no bigger changes than the first few months after "regular" or "real" school  starts and they are exposed to the magic of learning and the meeting of new people.  The exposure to the way others live and learn is a great part of the learning process. 

Our small town enjoyed an annual festival this weekend of which I chose not to attend.  It is still a little on the warm side for me to be out with thousands of pushing and shoving people all trying to avoid the heat and still the wonderful creations that might be new to this years event.  Once in a while a new vendor will show up with something new and different and really cause a stir, but over the years we see the return of those we have seen many times before.  I do miss the basket weavers that create their wares as we stand and watch.  I could watch them for hours. 

This week, and yes I know I am behind, I will dig up the hostas and divide them and hope I get enough crowns to have a beautiful grouping next spring.  I have to move 9 crowns that are getting way too much sun and place them in a shaded area.  The sun blistered most of them until they looked horrible  in mid summer, but I should have known better than to expose them to full sun.  They will have more shade next year and hopefully be as full and beautiful all summer as they were this spring.

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Seasons

Goodness gracious, my body gets so confused this time of year!  The days start off cool and comfortable with slight breezes blowing through, then wham!  the temperatures rise to the mid 90s with air thick with humidity.  Fall is on the way, I have to adjust, and in just a couple of months I will be dreaming of warm weather once again!  So is life!

Cooking On My Mind

The cooler mornings stirs my craving to start a pot of soup and something to take care of my sweet tooth.  Some delicious Broccoli and Cheese or flavorful Potato Soup would really be yummy.  I have promised Dad for two weeks a pot of vegetable soup and that would work wonders also.  The smell of onions, celery and garlic in a rich chicken broth gets the saliva flowing and comforts the mind and body.  

I discussed with my nephew this week - he is a great Paula Dean fan -  possibilities for our Thanksgiving Dinner.  He is a wonderful cook and always surprises us with his delicious creations.  I thought I might need to give him a heads up so he could start planning which dishes he would like to bring.  I know, we still have two and half months to go, but I told you these cool mornings get me going.  I can already taste the cranberry salad with the cream cheese and pecans just flowing over my taste buds and bringing a smile to my face.

I think I will bake more bread this year also.  It isn't good for the waistline, but it is a sure stress reliever and makes me happy.  There is nothing better than a good sweetbread fresh from the bread machine.  Yes, I cheat!  That machine can bring forth the same delectable aromas and the wonderful taste as my mixing and kneading ever thought about and in much less time. 

I haven't checked the pecan trees this year, but I am hoping that we have a decent crop.  Some toasted pecans drizzled with butter would be real good about now, but the time is not too far away.  The squirrels not only raped my corn feeders this year but also took every pear off three trees and got most of the plums to boot.  Anything with a seed was fair game this year for those little varmints and I intend on getting some back in the form of squirrel dumplings in the not too distant future.  They are nice and plump after a summer filled with eating. 

Well, I think it is time to start the potato soup so I will leave you with your thoughts for now.  Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Thank you!  The last few weekends have been spent with treasured friends and family.  We have enjoyed a wonderful summer together and created memories to be cherished.  Thank you for taking the time to share with me. 

Cobbler

I have the taste for some peach cobbler!  Easy to make

One stick of butter (melt in a glass baking dish in the microwave)
One cup of sugar, one cup of flour, one cup of milk - stir together well until smooth
Pour three to four cups of fruit into melted butter, add milk/flour/sugar batter - do not stir
Bake in 375 - 400 degree oven for about 45 minutes or until golden brown. Yummy!

What A Hoot!

My sister and I were raised by my Dad as his "boys" - no joke!  There is so much to do on the farm and not the first chore at our house was labeled "male" or "female", they were all just chores and had to be done.  I say that to say this. 

I received a phone call from my Dad this morning.  He ask what I was doing and I told him I was doing some writing.  Then he ask what I had on.  Well, then I hesitated, and asked for a repeat.  Well, he just chuckled and told me to put on some old clothes and come over.  Nope, not on your life!  I ask "Why?" .  Well, I need you to take the tire off Mama's van so I can plug it.  I told him to hold on I would be there in a little bit.  Nope - wasn't gonna happen!  I am no longer his "boy" and at 59 years of age, this old lady don't do tires. 

Last summer he suckered me into coming over to hold a light for him and I ended up under the lawn mower!  I just can't do that stuff anymore, but he doesn't understand cause I am still 26 years younger than he is and he would do it himself if he could just get down there so he could reach it.  We sure have let him down! 

Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Labor Day Weekend

The end of so much and the beginning of much more.  This is the last holiday of the summer season.  Will you be dove hunting on Saturday or trying to get in a final swim for this season, a quick weekend trip or a start on your fall camping early? 

Kids are coming off the mountain for the weekend and spend some time with Nanna.  I am looking forward to seeing them again before their holy days start and trek off to their feast site.  It has really hit home how little time one has when little ones are in school and have a strict schedule to which they must adhere.  I guess it has been a few years and I had forgotten how little time there is between getting off work and time for bed. 

My grandchildren have a play room at our house.  I try to enter this room about every two weeks - it can be a danger zone.  The kids are not destructive, just very creative and the girls favorite game is dress up.  We are big on passing down clothing and it seems the playroom is the central depository for the clothes in transition.  Three weeks ago I trekked upstairs to straighten the playroon to find that something was blocking the door.  Not knowing what was holding the door, I cracked it a little and ran my hand along the edge to see what was wedged behind it, only to find clothes, clothes and more clothes!  Clothes covered every inch of the floor and the beds, but their "stage" (an old trunk I found at an estate sale) was clean as a whistle.  There were a few building blocks and baby dolls under the bed, but these girls had every stitch of hand-me-down clothing scattered all over the room. 

The fashion show that they can grace us with is astounding and brings me much joy.  Already at their young ages you can see their style and taste in each outfit they put together.  They can entertain themselves (and us) for hours and they have so much fun!

Hubby has plans to fill the smoker up with good eats and we plan to enjoy family and friends for the weekend.  I hope all of you have a safe and happy holiday!  I am already planning for Thanksgiving and another big get together!

Until next time  . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Sixty Years

Today is my parents anniversary, their sixtieth anniversay!  That is a long time to live with someone - anyone.  I salute them for sticking it out!  It was not always fun and games.  There were good times and bad, sickness and health, poor times and times of plenty.  They kept their vows and remained steadfast to their life partner. 

Happy anniversary Mom and Dad!

I am a happy camper!  I just got a truck load of cedar chips!
My plants & trees will be so happy with their new mulch!

After a busy weekend, today will be restful.  Nothing demanding my attention and looks as though the temperatures will be headed downward for the rest of the week, so maybe I will be able to get outside and dig and pull. 

Hubby did an outstanding job on a beef brisket on Friday evening.  Marinating in yogurt for about 4 hours, then smoking uncovered for 4 hours, then seasoning and wrapping for a night of slow cooking, this baby turned out fantastic.  Tender and moist, even the kids were eating it by the handfuls.  The flavor was out of this world and as you know a brisket is not the top of the line when it comes to moistness and tenderness, but the unflavored yogurt did its work and broke down those fibers.  Good eating!

The grandchildren, nieces, and nephews enjoyed a long swim while the older folks relaxed and watched.  A peaceful and restful afternoon. 

In ten days my parents will be married for 60 years.  That's a long time to live with one person.  I am proud of their efforts and the fact they have hung in there and not thrown in the towel.  It hasn't all been a bed of roses, but they have managed to work around the thorns without any deep injuries and the scars have made their marriage stronger.  There are still days they get on each other's nerves, but hey after 60 years they have a right. 

Thanks for dropping by and until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Yeah! Another one learned to swim!

Thoughts and Deeds

I can feel it coming and I am so ready.  It is time for those end of Summer chores in anticipation of the cold, wet days of winter.  No, it isn't fall yet, but in order to enjoy the turning leaves and the cool mornings, there is much outside work to be done.  The mornings are cooler and the late afternoons are conducive to getting those bushes straightened out, cleaning that garden up, planting the fall veggies, and just general maintenance.

I have spent two wonderfully relaxing and enjoyable weeks with friends and family.  A couple of hours of an afternoon in the pool and good conversation brightens my day.  I have wonderful friends and good things have been going on in their lives.  Nothing restores me better than their positive attitudes, their laughter, and the fellowship we share.  Can't wait until the next visit. Thank you my friends.

With the heat and the rain I am much behind in my grass cutting.  I have talked myself out of getting out there just by watching the weather forecast and the potential for rain, but today I can procrastinate no longer.  It must be done and I must do it.  The trick is not to cut the television on and see a weather forecast.  Glenn Burns can sometimes be my friend, but other times he is the devil's advocate leading me to be slovenly in my outdoor chores, but I cannot blame him for the 100 degree temps we have seen of late. 

My banana trees have grown tremendously.  The little information tab stuck in the side of the pot when they were purchased advised the trees could grow as much as 2 feet per week.  Well mine just sat there, adding a few little leaves every week, but not growing at all.  Not knowing what kind of fertilizer a banana tree prefers, about four weeks ago I took the chance and mixed a weak Miracle Gro (all-purpose) solution and doused each tree with a half gallon.  While I anticipated the leaves shrivelling up and turning brown, I was much surprised when they grew about a foot in the first week and then another foot on the second week when they received another half gallon of solution.  The trees tripled in size and the dark green of the leaves are beautiful.  Wish I had become desperate sooner, but hey I am still new at this tropical plant stuff, but I am learning!  Now if I could find the answer to making a Sago grow faster, but I have been told they are slow growers.  We will see, maybe they need a little Miracle Gro solution also.

Earlier in the week I made a visit to the local thrift store and hit the jackpot.  I found a dozen or so books to add to my reading for the fall and winter.  All the books were in great condition and I even found two or three first editions in the batch and all for about 50 cents each.  Not a bad find if I say so myself.  I am working through Grisham's books at the moment, but found a Ludlam, Clancy and Grimes I wanted to read, plus some authors I haven't read before so I am excited to start on those and see if we can become friends. I was so excited I may make another trip next week.  Joy can be found in the strangest places.

I am much excited over my daughter's research into the cause of her eczema and food allergies which she has suffered with since two years old.  An Air Force baby, I had taken her to the base for a well baby check up even though she was prone to head and chest colds.  The base did not have separate waiting rooms for well and sick babies.  In a weeks time she had developed a nasty cold which earned another trip to the based doctor.  A small patch of red had developed under her little nose that wouldn't heal and I was advised she had developed impetigo.  After rounds of cream and antibiotics the patch finally cleared only to have a rash break out on other parts of her little body.  The doctors advised it was heat rash and gave me an ointment.  As soon as I would get one rash cleared another would appear and for the last 34 years my daughter has fought the rash.  Doctor after doctor could not identify the cause so to the allergist she went sometimes with me sometimes with my mother.  Picked, probed, and stuck over and over, we were told she was allergic to food and her diet needed to be rotated as when she would eat something repeatedly she would develop an allergic reaction to it. 
 
Thus has been my daughters life with allergies.  This week she has been researching the causes of her health problems.  Hopefully she has found the answer in the form of Candida albans, a fungal yeast that thrives in the body once it establishes itself and destroys the healthy bacteria that keeps our body's functioning as God designed.  You can link to her site through the link at the bottom of the right hand column of this page.  She is documenting her problems and progress through this adventure in the hope that it may help some other soul that is experiencing like problems.  She as always is in my prayers and I hope she has found the answer.

I have a new grandchild in the form of a 4 month old Maltese.  Bentley is his name and he is a precious addition to our family.  The grandchildren love him dearly.  If they can keep the little bundle of white fur out of the lake he will give them many years of happiness.

Dad felt the hand of God clear the blood clot from his body and it was caught by the age old stint.  He is back in motion and riding his scooter.  He told me yesterday he had cut back the English Ivy off the house that had overgrown the window sills.  He may have been down for months, but he is back at it and going strong.  Maybe God just wanted to keep him out of the garden and the hot sun this year.  I am just glad he is up and about once again and the angel of death has given us a reprieve.  

For the first time in many years I am ready for fall.  The summer has been extremely hot and humid and has hindered my activity and as a result my motivation and thinking.  I look forward to the cooler days of fall.  Well, that about catches me up with our doings, so until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle 

Praying hard for a friend that professes Christianity only to
speak of others with bitterness and hatred.  The mouth reveals
the thoughts of the mind and heart.  Guard your mind that your
words are pleasing to God.

If you don't know what you are talking about,
Please keep your mouth shut!

Thank you God for catching me when I stumble!

Back to School

God Bless All Teachers!

I have a lot of children that I consider mine - not just my grandchildren, but nieces and nephews and children of friends.  Here is a run down of the first week of school.

Nephew, year two - Teacher is mean and he hates school
Nephew, year seven (First year teen) - Girls, girls, girls
Niece, first year - Loves teacher but hates school and isn't going back - doesn't want to take naps (maybe she only sleeps well at home and I can't argue with that)
Granddaughter, first year - Hates teacher she is mean and makes me do what she tells me to and I have to sit at the table and do my work
Granddaughter, second year - Loves the teacher, loves school, loves friends (one out of 6 ain't bad)
Granddaughter, home schooled - Oh well!
Grandson, home schooled (pre-teen) - I'm not ready!

Well, there you have it!  It is a good thing that children are flexible. 

Going to school is a big adjustment for little ones.  Not only do they encounter teachers and friends with different personalities, backgrounds and cultures, they are expected to change their daily routines to fit the pattern of school.  Taking instruction from a stranger is a big change in a little ones life, but if they don't learn to take instruction from others, as adults they will run into one roadblock after another.

It is hard to teach a child that already thinks they know everything, but when you encounter the child that is ea
eager to learn and enjoys the process you have hit pay dirt.  Teachers have the job of encouraging a child to want to learn.  Theirs is the most important job in a child's education.  To be able to instill this desire is a great gift to be spread throughout the classroom. 

There are so many people struggling to survive in today's world simply because they were never instilled with the wonders of learning. 

Thank you teachers and God Bless each and everyone of you.  Until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Can you smell Fall coming?

My Pleasure

Hubby and I had the honor of hosting a boy scout troop this weekend.  Five young men and their leaders camped in the edge of the woods in back of our home.  They were most pleasant and very well mannered.  They did their "boy scout camping" stuff and we shared some of their free time.  A thank you is not enough to express our gratitude to them for sharing allowing us to spend this last weekend before school starts back with them.  Being pre-teen boys, hubby and I were unsure what we would encounter with these boys, but they reaffirmed our faith in the youth of today and the leaders of tomorrow.  Thank you guys!

Saturday was a full day of a swimming birthday party.  Our youngest granddaughter turned four this past week.  The pool was filled with laughter and squeals as her friends and family all splashed away in the pool.  In these long hot dog days of summer there is no better place to entertain so many little ones so effortless.  Her maternal grandmother arrived with a splendid birthday cake that brought out the oohs and aahs of little ones and adults alike and sure brought a fantastic smile to the birthday girl.  The three tiered pink cake topped with a crown and trimmed to the nines was beautiful and it was all eatable.  This very talented lady's creations never cease to amaze me.  Granddads, grandmas, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends all gathered to celebrate this one of a kind princess.  

Sunday morning found me and hubby rocking on the porch with our coffee and our thoughts of a wonderful weekend.  The house was awfully quiet with only the son-in-law left with us.  Tired, but happy, we rocked, talked, and relaxed.  We do realize we can no longer have this kind of weekend every week, but we sure do enjoy those that come along once in a while. 

Thanks for stopping by and until next time . . .

Happy reading!

Belle

God's Blessing

Having diligently worked on cleaning the field behind the barn, I was tired and a little depressed.  I found my broody hen dead Monday morning and her seven eggs eaten.  I have put a lot of time and effort in my little brood and laugh if you must, but a whole lot of my heart into my little ladies.  I have yet to find a snake in the coop, but I know I have some kind of varmint that loves my eggs.  

So,  when the slow rain started this morning, I knew God was speaking to my heart and He had provided the quiet relaxing rain to soothe my sore mind.  With cup of coffee in hand, I sat in the rocker watching the raindrops slowly descent on my little world.  There came a flood of blessings as I sat and contemplated all the changes in my world over the last few months.  I could have dwelled on the many hardships and disappointments, but they did not even cross my mind.  God has been extremely good to me. Having always had a deep and abiding trust that God would lead me where He needed me to be, I have leaned on His guidance more in the past year than ever before and true to His promise I have been greatly blessed.

There have been many times in my life that I distanced myself from God and His love and tried to make a go of life on my own.  After all I am an intelligent person with great decision making skills, but it never worked.  There was always something missing or things would just fall apart.  After a good many "fall downs" I realized that God's decision making skills were a great deal better than mine and following His directions were always so much simpler and a positive outcome always followed.

There are still a few projects God has me working on and with the blessings I have received following his instructions, I know He will see these through to fruition. 

Thanks for the visit and until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

Hey! It's hot out there!

Thank you to those who have visited me and my thoughts over the past year!  It has been most rewarding and has brought me much joy!  I hope you continue to visit me as much as possible.

Happy 50th birthday to my sweet hubby!

Innocent - I Don't Think So!

My granddaughters range in age from 8 to 5 to almost 4.  The two older girls come directly to me with their requests for candy, popsicles, cookies, drinks or whatever they think they must have at the time.  The youngest however, stands back to get my reaction and if it is a negative response, she bypasses me to either her Dad, Mom, or Aunt Jenn.  (PawPaw gets bypassed also as he thinks just like Nanna). 

As I sat rocking while watching and listening to their play, the older girls came running to ask for a fudgesicle.  Having just finished dinner with desert, I told them they could have one later, but not right now.  They ran back to their play passing little bit on the way.  Apparently they advised her enroute that the answer was no.  she bypasses me and headed for the door only to be met by Mama.  Trying her best to keep Mama inside rather than out, she started with "I want" only to be rudely interrupted by Nanna.  It didn't work this time. Her Dad was sitting at the patio table and we laughed at her attempt to outsmart me which really made her mad.  Off she went to play with the older girls, crestfallen that she didn't win this time either.  By the way, they did get their ice cream later.

I want to point out that it isn't always the youngest that is the manipulator.  It swaps around as to what is wanted and who feels like the best negotiator at the time.  Sometimes they even recruit the grandson as the negotiator and at twelve he has experience and knowledge the other three are lacking. 

I can see that their parents are in for a hard time as they get older.  Girls have a tendancy to stick together and try to reason things out, whereas a girl and a boy pretty much go their own way and they get what they get. Conspiracy against adults is not a new thing.  My sister and I did the same thing.  Our only problem was our interest did not follow the same routes. 

I always loved to ride and Mom and Dad's Sunday afternoon jaunts were exciting for me, however my sister would get car sick and didn't enjoy the riding at all.  Our annual trips to Daytona Beach were all started at night so Sis would go to sleep leaving Mom and Dad to enjoy the long ride.  But that didn't mean that we didn't conspire on other issues.

It is a pleasure to watch them grow, to experience the expansion of their minds and their desires for their future.  It will be interesting to see if they follow their dreams or find other areas of interest that side tracks them from their goals.  Of course at this young age, they are limited to their exposure to what the world holds.

Thanks for sharing with me this morning and until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle  

Pears, Spiders and other anomalies of my life

I have an abundance of pears this year which due to the weight of the little gems has led to the loss of many limbs out of my three trees.  Now the squirrels have started devouring them so I don't look to have many left to ripen.  They love pear seeds and don't mind one bit chopping down to the core of the pears to get to the seeds.  Strange though, once they eat the seeds the rest of the pear goes on the ground to rot.  Finicky little eaters, but I will sure have some fat squirrels to make dumplings with this fall!

The spiders are out again also.  I found the largest milk/writing spider I have seen to date guarding the handle to the barn faucet.  I hate to disturb a web in the wild as they catch so many insects. but this fierce looking spider was not about to get a chance of tasting my skin.  I broke part of the web so I good but on the faucet and left the other alone.  I don't think he/she was happy, but this morning the break was repaired so maybe I am somewhat forgiven.  I hope it understands when I have to break it loose again this afternoon. 

It will be a busy week outside with all the wonderful rain we received the past four days.  The temps are set to rise but I think I can get it all done before it gets too hot.  Work is calling so until next time . . .

Happy reading!
Belle

God's doing some weedeating,
I lost another tree to lightning!

Line dried sheets feel and smell so-o-o-o good!

Happiness is taking your Dad (who is the ace barbecue cooker) a smoked Boston Butt and him ordering another one for next weekend!

Coming to Terms

Dad is 86 years old - I know so are a lot of other people. He believes God has given him 16 years past the 70 years that God promised him as a believer and dedicated worshipper of the Lord.  Has he given up - not by any means, but he has decided that the future is between him and God.  He refuses to die in a hospital, nursing home, or hospice and that is his decision to make. 

I talk to my Dad every day.  I don't see him every day, but either he calls me or I call him.  Sometimes just to say I love you.  There were many many years that we could not say those words to each other, but we are well past that.  He understands me probably better than even my children.  He doesn't like everything about me but loves me unconditionally.  Dad has never "let go" of either me or my sister and it's okay.

Plagued by blood clots for many many years and pretty sure of a blood clot in his right leg and possibly one in his left foot, he is not as mobile as he would wish.  He has resigned himself to moving as little as possible (up and down) and making do with the pain.  I am told he is even trying to be nice even though he is unhappy and uncomfortable. 

Knowing that his time may be short, I have gone through many emotions, reviewed my memories, and I am at peace with his decision.  This is not to say I am ready for him to go - I won't be ready for that in 10 or even 20 years.  I would like for him to be released from pain and the inability to live his life and he once did, but I know that we all face that at some period in life.  Am I saying goodbye?  Yes and no, I prefer to think I am just getting ready, but I don't really believe we are ever ready.  Dad has not been in good health for the last 5 years and I have adjusted myself to the fact that anytime I talk to him it could be the last. 

I am taking him some barbecue in just a while so I will see how he feels.  It doesn't matter at this point whether the pork is good for him or not, he loves it!

Thanks for dropping in to share this time and until next time  . . .

Happy reading!
Belle