Don't you just live this time of year? The cooler weather is beginning to make its journey into our area. The mornings whisper with a cooler breath. You know what I mean, the coffee-drinking-on-the-porch weather. I just love fall.
There is just something refreshing about stepping out in the morning chill and seeing your breath. "Brr," we say as if we are complaining, but we are excited. Excited because winter is not far away.
Did anyone count the number of foggy mornings we had in August? The old folks say that's how many snows we will have this winter. I forgot to count from the beginning, so I guess it will be a surprise to me when the snow comes.
This fall we are having family over to gather outside for a barbecue. My hope is that the weather is chilly enough to be refreshing, yet warm enough and pretty enough to be gathered outside. I want the children to roast marshmallows this year and the campfire feel good. Oh, goodness, I can feel it already.
I love the outdoors, but I hate the bugs. When it is cooler the bugs leave us alone which means no itching and swatting at the uninvited guests. So, maybe, just maybe, it will be a cool night and the bugs will stay snugly curled up where ever bugs go to snuggle.
We have had such a dry summer that our grass had begun to crunch. Today it is raining so the grass will turn green again. The leaves on our trees in the yard have already started to turn colors. Jack Frost is making his rounds with his paints and is decorating our trees for fall. I hope he has time to get them all done before our barbecue. Wouldn't that make for a colorful picnic?
My cousin, Jack (not to be confused with Jack Frost), plays with a bluegrass band called Bluegrass Traditions. They are going to entertain the folks with bluegrass and gospel songs. A close friend of the family is bringing his karaoke so others can sing if they want. We have a lot of family members who play several instruments and sing. I am not one of them. I have two very young nephews under the age of 10 years old who play the violin, or fiddle if it's country and maybe they will play a tune or two. My cousin Bruce plays guitar and sings. Bruce, don't forget that guitar! His dad, Uncle Clyde to me and the others, would come to the family reunions and play and sing. Uncle Clyde was asked by the Singing Cowboy, Gene Autry, to join him in his shows, but Uncle Clyde had family commitments back home in Georgia and chose not to stay in California.
Wow, this is exciting. Out-of-town family, we see only once a year, joining our local families for pictures and fun. We can sit and talk; sit and eat; sit and listen to music; eat and listen to music, and enjoy each others company. Hey y'all, it's Fall!
Fall, I am so glad you are coming. The yard is looking forward to the new colors you and Jack Frost will use for decoration. We are all looking forward to the cooler temperatures you bring with you. Fall, you are invited to sit a spell and eat barbecue and listen to gospel and bluegrass music. After all, Fall, you are a member of the family.
It is me again, Lord, thanking you for fall and family. The two go well together.
A little Georgia Wisdom: Enjoy the seasons as they come. God has blessed us with the changes so be thankful for the uniqueness of each one.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Sweet Livin'
Life has it's ups and downs, but all in all, life is sweet. At least that's how life seems to be treating me right now. One can choose to have a Pity Party and feel sorry for herself, or one can choose to have a Happy Party and enjoy life. Life is all about choices.
Today I am choosing to be extremely, wonderfully, and excitingly happy! No particular reason, I am choosing to have a good day. As I sit her and write this blog, I realize I have a world of work to do. I haven't made the bed; haven't cleaned the kitchen; and haven't done anything on my "To Do" list. Even though I have this work ahead of me, life is good.
Attended my class reunion and, although I was nervous, I really enjoyed seeing folks I haven't seen in a month of Sundays. For you who do not understand what that means, it means a very long time. Forty-five years is a very long time. It was a happy time. Many hugs and laughter later, I was so delighted to visit with my classmates, or fellow Rebels, from South Habersham High School, class of 1966.
First, let me say I did not like high school. I enjoyed my friends, but I really did not enjoy my high school years. Later when I decided to be a teacher my mother couldn't understand why I wanted to teach at the high school level. She said, "you hated high school. Why teach high school?" My answer was simple. "I know how the student who doesn't enjoy this time of his or her life feels. I can relate to that student and maybe make a difference."
Teaching was rewarding, and I did have students who felt that their high school years were difficult. Hopefully I was able to bring an understanding to them that high school was just a stepping stone to better things in life and that one day they would be able to look back and realize it wasn't all bad. The friendships made in high school are the rewards for enduring the journey.
Now, as I look back on my high school years, I can see I should have been a better student and should have planned the timing better for my future. I did things backwards. You see, I married at nineteen, had my children at ages 22 and 24. Started college at age 27 and divorced during my last quarter. I made some poor choices after those days, but finally got my life on the right track. I am married to a wonderful man and together we have built for ourselves a good life. One day soon I want to tell you about him; he has lived an interesting life.
God has blessed us with four children and eleven grandchildren. Each one is a joy to know and keeps us filled with love. What better way to live life than with the knowledge that you can love and be loved by special folks. With our children and grandchildren, we may not all be linked by DNA, but we are linked by love and respect for each other. I love my life.
Life is good. God has blessed us in many ways. It has taken awhile for me to be able to appreciate the love He has for me, but I am fully aware of the blood of Christ who died for my sins.
It is me again, Lord, thanking you for loving me no matter what foolish mistakes I have made.
A little Georgia Wisdom: Enjoy life, choose to have a Happy Party instead of a Pity Party. Life is good when you focus on the blessings. Make that glass half full instead of half empty.
Today I am choosing to be extremely, wonderfully, and excitingly happy! No particular reason, I am choosing to have a good day. As I sit her and write this blog, I realize I have a world of work to do. I haven't made the bed; haven't cleaned the kitchen; and haven't done anything on my "To Do" list. Even though I have this work ahead of me, life is good.
Attended my class reunion and, although I was nervous, I really enjoyed seeing folks I haven't seen in a month of Sundays. For you who do not understand what that means, it means a very long time. Forty-five years is a very long time. It was a happy time. Many hugs and laughter later, I was so delighted to visit with my classmates, or fellow Rebels, from South Habersham High School, class of 1966.
First, let me say I did not like high school. I enjoyed my friends, but I really did not enjoy my high school years. Later when I decided to be a teacher my mother couldn't understand why I wanted to teach at the high school level. She said, "you hated high school. Why teach high school?" My answer was simple. "I know how the student who doesn't enjoy this time of his or her life feels. I can relate to that student and maybe make a difference."
Teaching was rewarding, and I did have students who felt that their high school years were difficult. Hopefully I was able to bring an understanding to them that high school was just a stepping stone to better things in life and that one day they would be able to look back and realize it wasn't all bad. The friendships made in high school are the rewards for enduring the journey.
Now, as I look back on my high school years, I can see I should have been a better student and should have planned the timing better for my future. I did things backwards. You see, I married at nineteen, had my children at ages 22 and 24. Started college at age 27 and divorced during my last quarter. I made some poor choices after those days, but finally got my life on the right track. I am married to a wonderful man and together we have built for ourselves a good life. One day soon I want to tell you about him; he has lived an interesting life.
God has blessed us with four children and eleven grandchildren. Each one is a joy to know and keeps us filled with love. What better way to live life than with the knowledge that you can love and be loved by special folks. With our children and grandchildren, we may not all be linked by DNA, but we are linked by love and respect for each other. I love my life.
Life is good. God has blessed us in many ways. It has taken awhile for me to be able to appreciate the love He has for me, but I am fully aware of the blood of Christ who died for my sins.
It is me again, Lord, thanking you for loving me no matter what foolish mistakes I have made.
A little Georgia Wisdom: Enjoy life, choose to have a Happy Party instead of a Pity Party. Life is good when you focus on the blessings. Make that glass half full instead of half empty.
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