More of that Green Stuff!

 More of that Green Stuff!

 

The mowers will be here tomorrow. SO very glad that they can get all this stuff looking good. Looked out to the east lots yesterday and saw something waving around closer to the fence and couldn’t figure out what it was. One of the hens had dug a foxhole and was out there kicking dirt all over the place, but she was pretty well hidden by the taller clover. As if foxholes are not enough! And today the old woman did at least two things to make her somewhat happier: Got a haircut! Then came into the office and shredded a bunch of stuff that needed to be tossed. Put that bag of shredded paper down inside the trash bin next to the barbecue pit that got dismantled—well, not entirely dismantled because some of the screws were tiny and totally rusted up. But got the bin across the street and ready to be dumped on Friday. So, between the mowers and the removal of the junk around here, some things have improved.

 

Got my tablecloth washed this morning and the table looks very bare. It amazes me how cluttered it can get just in a day’s time! Part of that is egg carton and egg basket, but still. Then the placemat for breakfast or whatever meal is next takes up some space. But considering that the table is six foot long, guess it makes a pretty good “flat file.” Just wish the flowered tablecloth would show up! Think it is hiding out! May just break down and order one online if something strikes my fancy. Nothing like something pretty to make one’s day!

 

Have three pairs of sneakers: white, pink, turquoise. Naturally the turquoise are my favorites—not just because of the color, but because they make my feet feel better after walking in them. Can’t tell you how many times they have gone in the washing machine, but finally had to send off for some turquoise laces. Kinda neat to find something the same color.

 

Isn’t it funny how some things can just make us happy even though the sounds and sights are pretty familiar? Walked out to check on the hens because Thelma was squawking rather loudly. No egg and no reason to squawk, but then in walking back toward the deck, a sweet little wren carried his song out and flicked his tail to let me know this is HIS territory, thank you very much! Love the way they claim spots as their own. The cardinal males do the same thing each year. Tried to show one to Patty the other day and told her to listen to his territory song. It took her a few minutes to see him and hear him, but it was just so amazing to me that she had never seen one or heard one. How strange this world is when we grow up in it and never really pay attention to the flowers, trees, or critters.

 

The pollen count is not exactly out of sight, but the mesquite trees are in full bloom! Not much telling what is floating around out there. And the extra water in the lake has the frogs croaking and singing their little hearts out! Guess we can expect another influx of birds soon to eat frogs—well, and water snakes that are hungry! Love what the extra rain has done except that we need to dump water out of flower pots and whatever holds a few drops of water for the dadgum mosquitoes! Two bites already! Argh!

 

The suggestion from Max Lucado today was about home. THIS is not our home. Our home will be where we can be sure that no one will ever have some horrible disease or have reason to shed tears. Some of us are not happy unless we have something to do. But just imagine if Jesus sat down with us and asked us what we would like to do with our talents. Carpenters, seamstresses, and every skill imaginable could find happiness here and now, but will we work in His kingdom? Some of the angels are our guardians. One is a herald. One will lead God’s people to Jerusalem. Maybe someday we will know what our home will be like for us. For now, we can be thankful for all His many blessings in this life. And whatever you put your hand to do, do it as to serve Him.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.