With wind chills well below -20F we need the south to funnel some warmth to the north!
I seem to create things every day. I think that is what we are supposed to do and no NOT DRAMA 🙂 well unless it is in our art or in my plantings as you can see I am wild about color yes ALL OF THEM 🙂
Have a wonderful weekend and Happy Father’s Day!
Postaday asks if you had a Robot what would you have it do. I would have to say I would love one to weed my gardens.
Oh my knees are hurting bad and to have a shiny machine going up and down each row, gently pulling just the weeds and allowing all my pretty flowers to take center stage now that I would call a perfect garden helper!
Having got to the age I am, there are many things others can not make me believe for I have found the truth in living.
That the words our country rises and stands for, All Men Are Created Equal is a lie. All you have to do is step out onto the streets of where you live and it is there for you to see, if you open your eyes.
I believe in my heart there are without a doubt just plain evil people who walk among us, as I found myself married to such a person of ill intent, mostly towards himself as a man but sadly it spilled over onto all he said he loved.
The final one of these things I believe in my heart to be false is believing it is what it is. It is not!. We can change for the better and for the better of all mankind, yes it is not easy but life isn’t but one thing for sure is that you can change yourself, the place you call home and little by little the world we share.
Daily Prompt: Time After Time
Traditions: we’ve all got ‘em. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is it about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?
You made me think this morning Daily Prompt
I grew up with so many Family Traditions.
We used to go to both sides of our family, for holidays. They would split them up so we would know our Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles as well as our Cousins.
Many miles were laid down. Traveling from our state to theirs. Even with family scattered our parents made the effort for us to be together. I never knew there was any other way to live.
Flash forward fifty eight years from yesterday and really I have no real family. No closeness. Brothers, well two of them, moved to the south and one lives 20 minutes from me but I may as well be on the other side of the world. He is the baby, now 40+ years old but clearly in charge of our mom. I was born first and always cared for the three of them but since dad passed away ten years ago I have been left to make my own traditions as each holiday comes around.
Traditions are a part of each of us, be it currant or just a memory.
I now place a large turkey in the oven, stuffed with deliciousness, no longer getting dressed to see the family for holidays but getting dressed to head out the door. I go for walks with the dog and my special guy. We time it perfectly to arrive back home, as a turkey really just needs one nice basting to crisp up the skin, so it will look beautiful as I sit it at the table for two well the cat and dog will be allowed some on their plates when dinner is done. I make all the traditional side dishes from my childhood and some he remembers as well, see he has no family left at all. We have each other. We happily set out making new traditions together.
I must say when I go down the list of who I follow through my blog at Living and Lovin I see so many who are just like me. Like minded. Nature lovers. Pet owners. Gardeners of flowers and food.
I once wondered if anyone of my friends would bother to read what I had to say and share by way of a photo here and there and quickly got a true lesson in life, not many if any, take the time to read what I have to say but among the thousands here at WordPress I have a circle of friends who have stuck with me, as I began this journey and are still there just over a year latter.
Blogs come and go but I seem to have enough photos or strange stories to keep a few coming back. They are all eclectic and lived a full life, the same as I did and seem to appreciate all life has to offer.
Poems, story-telling and news breaking stories worthy of my re-blogs I love them all, for with each post they write they share just that little bit of themselves.
I may get lost in all I have going on at times but the real connections are there and for that I am so grateful..
It was 1963 and I was seven. We had moved to the suburbs from the city as so many did but I was just a little over four then.
I swear I can remember walking down the street we would be moving to and looking at the few homes that were already up for buyers to pick from.
We went up to the house on the hill and it had a HUGE frog inside we wanted THAT HOUSE, me and my little brother.
Mom and Dad decided up by the busy road was not the house for us so we were going to live in the first house as you started down the dead-end road. It was a dirt road still with 4 homes ready for families and we got number ONE!
The woods behind the house were off-limits to a 4-year-old and a two-year old and Mom was going to have number 3 soon, so she could not run after us.
I guess I was about seven when I first ventured into those woods, behind our family home,. There a stream that ran alongside our property out in the forest. Mom took us three out to pick wild Blueberries. High bush type so she picked the most and we carried the containers. It was so beautiful out back I never wanted to go back to the house.
Mom still lives in that home and when we lost Dad eight years ago to Cancer, I found out that when he was not there I didn’t want to be either, just wasn’t the same but I did go back because Mom is there and I once again stepped back into those woods and began to cut back the growth on the other side of her fenced property. See they had fenced it off to keep us in. Scary things can happen to children in the woods all alone, though somehow we never quite believed them. Boy that huge forest I remember so fondly as a little girl is really just a silly half-acre but it used to be HUGE!
I remember a day so long ago , running back to the house with an armful of Lady Slippers for Mom, oh how I loved these blooms that loved the dark, damp wooded areas. She saw how pretty they were but insisted I should NEVER pick them again as I would be ARRESTED! They had a law for that, can you imagine being so young and loving the woods as I did and being told to be good. My poor Mom had her hands full!
So yes I love the country as it is truly a part of me. I never pick the flowers instead I grow so many in my yard as I can and capture all the wild ones with a camera.
I never wear shoes from spring to fall ( well unless I leave the yard) just like when I was seven boy did that make Mom mad, she said it made her look like a BAD MOM.. I say it made her look like a Mom who loved to see her kids happy and free to experience all the wonders of the world, well until I stepped on that bee!
So my home here in New England has a stream for one side of my property line too and tons of deep woods( over a couple hundred acres) with many wildflowers and insects , wildlife too.
The city is Grand don’t get me wrong. I spent 27 years driving a big rig through each of our nations cities. Eighty feet long and at times longer and did it like it was second nature to me but come the end of a trip or the end of a sixteen hour day it was back to the woods for me, as I have always adored nature it seems, well for the last 50 years to be certain.
Here is my piece of the forest , well this year maybe closer to a JUNGLE with all this rain