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PROVIDENCE CANYON GEORGIA

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A few years back my husband and I visited this canyon in North Georgia.  It is a perfect example of the beauty of God’s work.  It has great hiking trails and was not crowded.  As a matter of fact we only saw two other people the whole time we were there.  It isn’t highly advertised so few people know about it, I guess.

Our word today is Admiration and I have to say I admire our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ more than anything or anybody.  Man can never compare to the work of His hands from the tiniest flower to the huge mountains and deep valleys.  He was total Man and total God and though he was tempted far beyond what we will ever be He never sinned.  He Who knew no sins took on all sins so we can be saved.  When I see the gorgeous work He does here it makes me wonder how beautiful Heaven must be.

So when you see a pretty flower or magnificent sunset please stop and realize you are looking at God’s work and take a minute to thank Him for it and all He does.  Don’t let His love and beauty pass you by without acknowledging it.

Thank you for stopping by and please come back soon.  In the meantime enjoy what God has given us to enjoy.

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THE GARDEN WEEK THREE

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RISK     Yeah I know that I’ve been showing you my vegetable garden but every now and then I need to sneak in a flower or two.  I just plain love gardening whether it is vegetables or flowers.  Like I said before I’m a plant collector.  The photo above is my ginger blooming.  Those little beautiful pearls will soon open to gorgeous flowers.

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     I had to take the risk to show you because I so want you to see them.  Recently I watched a tv show that demonstrated how to get ginger started from a piece you buy at the grocery.  I purchased a small piece for seventy cents then I broke it into three pieces and planted those in pots (it was about a month ago.)  They sprouted and are about three inches high.  I can’t wait to see what their bloom looks like.  I’ll take pictures of them growing but I forgot to today.

     Okay; on to the vegetable garden.  Everything (except the onions) is growing well.  I planted sweet peas where the onions were supposed to be and several of them have sprouted.The squash are blooming.  We actually had fried squash blooms at supper.  They were absolutely delicious.

The pepper plants are loaded with small peppers.  They are too spicy for me so I’ll give them away but it is fun to see them grow. And the tomatoes are looking strong and healthy.

     As you can see I have been very busy outside and loving every minute.  Today we raked and bagged leaves and we’re only half way there.  I save some of them in the compost bin but there is just too many to keep them all because we have several oak trees and an equal amount of Laurel Leaf Cherry.  And on that note I will say good night because I am so tired. Please come back soon and let me know what you are growing and how it is going.  I forgot to show you my pumpkin plants but God willing and Jesus lingers I’ll show you later.  And of course my Dutchman’s Pipe vine; the blooms are so wonderfully beautiful.  One fell of the vine and I opened it and found seed sooo guess who is saving Dutchman’s Pipe seeds.

Good night.

How Does Your Garden Grow

 

I have no “Silver Bells , Cockle Shells nor Pretty Maids all in a Row” but I have a wonderful garden.  I absolutely love working in my garden whether it is with flowers or vegetables. I believe you might call me a plant collector instead of a gardener; though I don’t mind either handle.  I can’t seem to go to Lowe’s without coming home with some kind of plant or seed; I love their mark down plants (usually 75 percent off.)  Sure most of them look like they are at death’s door and some have no flower but that’s alright because with a little bit of love and care they bounce back. And I’ve been eyeing them for a couple of weeks so I know what the flowers will look like when it blooms again. But since this post is about “Future” we will start with a couple of weeks ago when my vegetable bed was bare.  Remember?

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I planted a few seed and small plants and before I knew it here we are at week two and I have squash (four kinds) radishes, beets, eggplants, tomatoes and peppers all growing beautifully.  Oh my, I forgot carrots.  I’ve never been able to get carrots to grow before but I have them now almost an inch high.  And pumpkins!  They too are almost an inch high.  Hopefully this Halloween my grandson can pick his pumpkin from our garden for his Jack-O-Lantern.  Yes!  You know I will record him making his decision.

But alas, no onions.  Everyone says you can grow onions when you can’t grow anything else but that is just not true for me.  My poor onion seed never germinated (the squirrels might have eaten them; pesky critters.)  But cheer up!  Tomorrow I will plant Sugar Peas in that spot.  I have them soaking in water tonight which, I’m told will make them sprout sooner.

And yes, I am still getting collards and green beans from fall’s garden.  There is something special about eating fresh vegetables from your own garden.

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I will keep you posted on the progress of my garden; both vegetables and flowers.  Just wait until you see my meadow this year!  I have my fingers crossed all the seeds I’ve sown there will grow.

Thanks for stopping by, please come back soon and mean while plant something.  I promise you will enjoy watching it grow.  God Bless.

 

 

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SPRING GARDEN

Not too Fearless to Plant a Garden

I swore up and down that I would not have a vegetable garden this spring.  They are wonderful and I enjoy the work but I promised myself that I would spend more time with my flowers.  Well… as spring approached I got the fever.  I’ve been composting and trying to build up the quality of soil in my yard but it isn’t quite there yet.  Oh in the fall I grew beautiful collards and mustard and we are still enjoying meals from them.  And I did have my small bean patch I made from my grandson’s wading pool that he has out grown.  I get about a mess of beans a week; most we have eaten but we’ve also been able to share. I was going to share a photo of it but can’t seem to find one.  Maybe I never took one…oh well I’ll make sure to include it in a later post.  Anyway, back to the story.  Yep, I got the gardening fever.  So I decided to start something small.   I commandeered the old recycling bins that have been replaced with nice big garbage cans.  I filled them with potting soil and planted carrots.  Then I placed an old screen from a window we replaced recently on top to save my precious seed from the squirrels.3-25-16 013

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You can see a tiny bit of the pool bean patch in the photo.

I was so happy thinking about my soon to eat sweet carrots but when you get the fever two small recycling bins just aren’t enough.  So….  I talked my sweet husband in to building me some raised beds.

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Raised bed with lining.

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And my sweet neighbor who manages a Supply Place for Landscapers brought me some great potting soil and filled my beds.  He is an angel of a person and is always helping us in any way he can.

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And last for this story but certainly not least, yesterday I was able to put out the first plants and seeds.

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I am so excited!  I can hardly wait for everything to start producing so I can share with others.  That is one of the wonderful things about having a garden, being able to give to neighbors and friends and even strangers.  I will definitely keep everyone posted on the progress, of course with pictures, and you might just stop by, have a nice cold glass of iced tea and leave loaded down with fresh vegetables.

Until then thanks for stopping by, and remember to keep enjoying every minute God has given you.  There are so many things to be thankful for.  And if you’ve never tried it give gardening a try even if it is in one small pot.  You will be surprised how rewarding it is.  I believe it adds years to you life; if not I know it adds life to your years.

God bless.

 

 

 

SEASONS

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When I work up day before yesterday the far back of my yard looked like this; fog!  Yes, it is that season of the year here; we get thick fog.  Oh we will probably have a few more what we call cold days but it is nothing compared to what some of you in the northern states are getting.  It is still winter but I’m getting spring fever.  For the last three or four days it weather has been in the 70s; just perfect for working in the yard.

My five year old grandson calls the extreme back piece of my property “the jungle” because I have banana, avocado, papaya, loquat, fig, olive and guava trees back there.  I also have my vegetables garden and several kinds of flowers. I suppose it might look like a jungle to him.

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Yes, we do have seasons in Florida and there is something in every one of them that I love.  I like to sit on my back-porch and watch it rain and when it is foggy and chilly I pull on sweats and sat in my glider with my hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee.  The sun breaking through the clouds is a beautiful sight to behold.  Because I put out food  I have so many wild birds that come to visit.  I try to catch photos of them.  I’ll share some in another post.

The first of the week my son was here from Texas and we built a big fire in our large pit.  While we were enjoying it a flock of wild geese flew over; heading back north.  And yesterday my yard was full of red-breast robins.  I do believe those are sure signs that our winter cold is almost gone; or will be in the next couple of weeks.  I’m always excited for the spring season because that is when I get the soil ready and plant my spring and summer gardens.DSC_0079

Like I said there is something special in every season and I thank God that I am able to see and enjoy them.  Living in Florida was one of the goals I set for myself when I was just a child and I’m thankful I fulfilled it.  I love my little piece of Florida.

Thank you for stopping by and I hope to see you again soon.  Until then keep enjoying all the blessings God gives you, trust me they are too many to count.  God Bless

 

WISH LIST…DREAM LIST…

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I don’t like to use the phrase “Bucket List” because in my opinion it is way over used.  I’ll just call my list a Wish List or Dream List  but never the less it is a list of places I want to visit.  My husband does not like cities so one of my sons usually escorts me to the cities I want to see before I die.  San Francisco was on that list and my oldest son took me there a few years back.

This clock is on the old Ghirardeli Chocolate building; can’t you just smell the wonderful delight.  I believe the company has moved to another building but when it was there the wonderful aroma filled the air.

San Francisco is a fabulous city with so many things to see and do.  When we made our travel arrangements my son told me to make sure to bring a jacket.  I thought this strange since it was the middle of July but since he has traveled more than me I did as I was told.  Boy was I glad I did the morning we got up early and went to Pier 39.

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It was fresh market day and they had everything from beautiful cut flowers to fresh goat cheese. We enjoyed steaming cups of coffee and sampled the warm baked bread and cheeses.  The fresh fruit and berries made the perfect dessert.

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The post is supposed to be about time and that was one of the most perfect times that I have been blessed to enjoy.  The city was great but sharing the adventure with my son made it even more special.  If you get a chance to go I highly recommend it and make sure you go to fresh market at Pier 39.  That alone will make your trip worthwhile.  Yes, I do have a few other places to mark off my list but one day I plan to return to San Francisco.

This clock is across from the pier and you get a tiny glimpse of tents of the market.DSC_0042Time… what a wonderful thing to have and share. Thank you for checking out my post.  I usually do not use as many photos but hey TIME… what can I say.  I will get back to posting about The Creek but until then I have so many other things to say.

Thank you for stopping by and enjoy the time you are given because God did not promise us tomorrow. God bless.

 

 

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PAPER WHITES

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I fully believe that Vibrant does not necessarily have to be strong colors.  This is my Paper Whites and the white against the green is vibrant in my book.

 

MY MEADOW

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Today the post is supposed to be vibrant colors so I hope this photo will suffice.  For a couple of years I’ve wanted to plant a mixture of seeds in my yard and this past spring I took the rotor-tiller and made the area.  I sowed wild seed mixed with annuals and the result is above.  I called it my meadow.  I was able to enjoy the brilliant flowers for the whole spring and in to late summer.  Yes, of course I collected seed.  Now I can repeat the process but of course not in the same spot (the soil needs to rest.)  In the fall I harvested seeds then pulled weeds and grass, used the rotor-tiller with full intentions of spreading compost and giving this area a break.  The rain came for several days and when I was able to get back out I found new seedlings peeping out of the ground.  Needless to say I did not disturb them and soon had a new meadow which I enjoyed until almost Christmas. The soil is now resting and come spring I will plant my meadow in a new place.

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COUNTRY GIRL

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It has been ages since I did a post but I’m back.

I absolutely love to work in my vegetable and flower gardens.  When I was a small girl my Daddy owned a farm .  We had chickens, hogs, an old mule named Hay-Burner, and my cat. If the barn and house were ever painted they lost even the smallest speck of paint ages ago.  The faded, sun bleached boards were the most beautiful soft gray.

Momma worked in town so I spent my days tagging along with Daddy as he did the chores.  When he went to the fields he’d take a quilt, fold it in a  square and place it under a tree and I had to stay on the quilt.  Momma had made that beautiful quilt by hand filling every stitch with love.  It was an Heirloom but I was too young to appreciate it.  Quilting was Momma’s hobby and we had a large stack of them each one prettier than the one before. He’d bring a quart jar of water from the well in case I got thirsty and put it in the shade near me.  Then off he and the mule would go down the rows planting or harvesting which ever the season called for.  As I watched them walk away, getting smaller and smaller, a lump of loneliness grew in my stomach.  I was scared.  Birds hopped around searching for seeds, bugs and what-have-you under the blackberry and other bushes that separated the fields and served as a wind break.  I was sure every rustling of the dry leaves was a huge snake or other wild animal coming to get me. I would stare across the field until Daddy turned the mule at the far end of the rows and started back toward me. Then I felt relieved as he drew nearer.  This was my routine no matter what crop he was working on.  Of course as the corn, cane, cotton and tobacco grew taller I was unable to watch him as far. When he decided it was time for lunch he would unhook the mule from what ever piece of farm equipment he was pulling.  Daddy didn’t talk much but I made up for both of us as we trudged back to the house.  I’d make up stories about the animals I had seen in the underbrush.  The trace chains rattled with every step the mule took and was a metallic backdrop for my stories.  Sometimes Daddy would let me ride the mule back to the barn but most of the time he’d say “Girl, this old mule has worked hard too and he needs a rest.”

Once back at the barn he drew fresh water from the well and dumped it in the mule’s trough until it was full.  While Hay-Burner glugged down the cool water Daddy filled another trough with food for him.  Finally it was time for us to go inside and see what Momma had left us to eat.  She always cooked before she left for her job in town.  She would put out settings for two, set the food on the table then cover everything with a clean white sheet.

Daddy would draw up the large jug of tea that Momma had tied a cord around and lowered down in the well to keep it cool.  We didn’t have a refrigerator but we were blessed with an icebox on the back porch.  Ice was a luxury not everyone could afford.  The ice man came twice a week and brought us a block.  Momma would leave his money on top of the icebox.  He’d take the ice we had left, if there was any, and put it along side of the big new block then wrap them in the quilt Momma kept in the top compartment of the icebox for this purpose.

After we ate it was my job to go and make sure the chickens had fresh water and check for any eggs they may have laid while we were gone.

Even after he quit farming and we moved to town Daddy’s love for working the land was a good part of him. He always had a garden.

So I guess I came by working the dirt naturally.  I have my flowers and vegetables.  I also have a few chickens, which make great fertilizer but that’s another story.  When I’m out working in the yard I feel close to God and my Daddy and I have a wonderful peace.

 

My Little Piece of Florida

 

     I lay basking in my bed lost somewhere between awake and the wonderful bliss of dreams.  From the dim greenish light filling the room I knew it was close to five in the morning.  I stretched but didn’t get up.  I could hear the birds singing and the whir of my ceiling fan added to the quiet noise and the quality of tranquility.  I said a prayer thanking God for where I live and all He has given me and then I asked Him to tell me what I could do for Him today.  When the coffee pot added its plop plop to the rhythm of my morning I knew it was time to rise and shine.  Besides that my bladder was screaming for relief.

     After washing my face and hands and pouring myself a cup of the dark brown brew I made my way to the back porch and my glider.  There’s a comforting hush over the world at this hour of the morning.  The sky is neither dark nor light it’s that in between dull gray. A light fog shrouds the trees beyond my privacy fence and gives a slight eerie touch.  This is my time.  The birds are chirping and hopping around the food and water I keep in my backyard for them.  My big old dog snuggles my legs wanting her ears scratched and afterwards curls up in a ball at my feet and promptly falls back to sleep.  She’s old and I know she won’t be here to share these mornings much longer.   

     I sigh and take a drink of coffee as I look out at my property, ‘my little piece of Florida,’ I like to call it.  It is not huge but it is not one of those yards that are almost as small as a postage stamp.  I have almost an acre and love it.  I do my own yard work.  A stranger can’t take care of it with the love I do.  I’m not one of those prissy, prissy girls.  As a matter of fact I don’t mind getting sweaty or my hands dirty.  I love cutting the grass with a push mower and watching the small bugs hopping out of the way of the sharp blade and the sweet smell of fresh-cut grass swirling around me.

     I turn and look along the privacy fence at my flower gardens.  It seems the weeds grow faster than the flowers.  By the time I finish weeding all the way around it is time to start all over again.  I have quite a collection there; roses, sunflowers, zinnias, Joe Pye weed, dog fennel (yeah I know some call that a weed but I think they are pretty and it’s my yard) periwinkles, Berbera daisies, lilies and many, many more.  Several my husband has adamantly told me are weeds but I tell him ‘one man’s weed is another man’s flower.’  If I like the way it looks I either keep it if it comes up on its own or plant it myself.

     A reddish gold ring is appearing on the horizon so I know the sun will be here soon.  I down the rest of my coffee and go get dressed but the tranquility and peace I found this morning out on my porch just me, God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit will last me all day.  Unless someone tees me off.

     This blog really has no rhyme or reason it is just some of my thoughts.

      Thanks for stopping by and until next time if you have a porch slip out in the early morning hour just before daybreak and sit on it as you count your blessings.  You’ll find that they out weigh your hardships every time.  God bless.