Rainbows and barns

Rainbows always make me think of peace and reaching the end of a journey. I get this flutter in chest as if my soul knows God is speaking.

Old barns always make me think of when I was growing up and how all the cousins played in the barn. How I would climb the ladder to the hay loft and not be able to climb down... have I told y'all I'm scared of heights? How we would climb under the crib to get to Ginger's puppies. She had a litter every spring. We would build scarecrow bandits and have a hanging... I was always the Sheriff. My horse, Cookie, loved it when we played Hang the Bandits, she would run when we slapped her rump but she wouldn't stop. I look back and see how smart she was... wouldn't you run too if anywhere from 4 to 14 kids were crawling all over you?

I hope this picture makes you search your memory for a time when a rainbow made your heart flutter or when you had a good time with friends.

Beauty of Spring

It always amazes me how the cycle of life renews itself every spring. Starting January we start wishing and hoping for it, February that turns to praying then in March we get a hint and April "Bam!" spring is here and we are sneezing so bad we can't enjoy it.

There is an important message Mother Nature teaches us with the changing seasons. We start off beautiful then we mature to lush and working on producing, then we enjoy the harvest and start to feel spent. Winter comes and we watch those seeds we produce in their life cycle and we realize that WE are the root system of the future and that should make us happy.

Another grandbaby has a birthday today. Kane is 11 today. He is a sweet boy.. I mean he would have to be, look at all those angel kisses on his face.

In these hard times don't forget ....

Your local library still needs new books and especially the children's department

I've pieced a reversible quilt for the local Elk's Lodge to sell chances on with all processes going to Sheffield Public Library the Children's department. One side is a Charm Quilt and one side is a patchwork Christmas Quilt.

I do not live in Sheffield or work there or even live in that county but they are the poorest library in a twenty mile radius and I want to help them. You can help more than you know. I donate books to the Friends of the Library used book store, I donate new released books to the library for their selves, I donate picture books and middle readers to schools in lauderdale county, I write read and write AR test for books that are older and don't have AR test available (the kids really love some of the older books)

Don't think you can't make a difference... YOU CAN

Have a bake sale and donate to the library... have a yard sale and donate... go through your kids books and donate --- oh yes, since Monday is tax day, this might be where I should say that all donations are tax deductible. Just ask for a receipt.

Give your magazines to the library used book store instead of pitching them in the garbage.

I don't look in Mirrors....it's too scary

Have you ever looked in a mirror and asked the person looking back, “Who are you and what did you do with my body?” If you’re over fifty I’m sure you have.

I once heard a preacher say the golden years where the most beautiful ones of a person’s life. From my coarse white hair that is so unmanageable my hair spray bill should be covered by Medicare to my diamond-tough toenails, I’m here to tell you there is nothing beautiful about old age.

Wrinkles, sags, age spots and flab are all signs of aging. When I look in a mirror I see bulldog jowls hanging below my chin, character lines at the corner of my eyes that have turned sinister, breasts whispering to my navel and my under arm wing span waving at my reflection. Noticing a dirty smudge on my face, I try to wipe it off, but it won’t wipe off. Feeling depressed I turn from the mirror and notice my behind has moved south.

I’ve decided I’m not in my golden years; I’m in my plastic years. Why plastic you ask? Because I’m stained with age and my skin is splitting, cracking and peeling. I have deformities from misuse and my body snaps, crackles and pops when I use it. I see nothing beautiful in mirrors now that I’m over fifty. I remember mother’s warning to take care of my body or live to regret it. I do.

Take me out to the ball game... make that a T ball game

I love watching little kids play ball. They have fun and if they don't they just sit down, pick clover blossoms or cry. They don't care what the score is or if they win. Does this make them non-achievers or does it make them smart???

Let them be kids! I think the Daddy's need to play with them like we did back in the dark ages. When we played ball in the pasture we nearly always had adults playing too. The ditch was the line down lst base, the fence down third and if you hit it in the pond you only got two bases and you had to catch the horse and wade out to get it or jump in the muddy full of cow poop water.

Look at the picture of Kane batting, do you know people that go through life acting like they know what they are doing but when it comes to the "moment" they have their eyes closed.

I wonder how many ball Lakelynn caught in center field playing in the dirt??? Look at her behind and shoes.

Kane isn't that small anymore... sob sob... he will be 11 on Sunday. And Lakelynn will be 14 on April 25th.

Thorns are what makes the rose perfect

Because we have to work for the rose enduring pain and giving drops of our blood to reach it is what makes it the queen of flowers. The rose's beauty calls to us and its sensual smell beckons until we reach to make it ours... that is when the devil pokes us with the reminder that nothing worth having is without some sacrifice.
I only wish some of my roses were close to the edge of the bush and I didn't have to feel the sting of so many thorns to get the reward.

I was hoping to keep these for great grandbabies...

but it looks like my grandbabies and friends are going to ride them until they are grown and married. That is okay with me. My granny would always tell me and my cousins... you're only a kid for a short period of your life, enjoy it.
My granny was such a special person and she help shape me into the person I am today. She was the one that show me how we should give to others because by doing so we harvest happiness for ourselves. She raised 8 children, my dad was her only son, and every one of them acted like they were the only child. How can someone make each child feel so special they feel secure enough to act spoiled and rotten???
I remember one evening my dad came home with a plate full of fried apple pies. Mom asked him why he brought the entire plate home and didn't leave any for his parents. Dad said, "Mother can cook them more."
He didn't leave one pie for them and he didn't feel bad or like he should have. I love my Dad but he is spoiled, even at 82.