Whenever I hear The Star Spangled Banner it brings tears to my eyes. Am I being sentimental or patriotic?
We are so blessed to live in The United States of America. Our freedom did not come free. No… our fathers, brothers, husbands, sisters and even mothers paid the highest price for the rights we enjoy in this country and to stand and sing that song. They paid and are still paying so we can post how we feel about our country or anything else we so choose. We can open our Bibles and read them in public without the fear of being punished or killed or have our families tortured because we follow Jesus. As far as that goes we have a freedom to choose any religion we care to believe in. I hate to hear someone run down our country. If they don’t like it they have the freedom to leave any time they want. It is true there are faults in The United States but I will take it over any other place on earth. I am so thankful that God let me be born and live in such a beautiful and wonderful place.
When we hear The Star Spangled Banner lets all stand and be thankful for our military and the rights they provide for us every day. So…am I sentimental or patriotic? I like to think I am a little of both.
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Now you might think I’m crazy but I missed Old Red screeching out a crow saying it was time to get up when it was still dark outside. I missed him escaping through a hole in the wire of the chicken pen and scratching in the leaves looking for bugs; and Momma chasing him out of her flower beds and garden. I didn’t miss Pearl as much because mostly she just clucked and stayed in the pen. It seemed we were slowly erasing everything from the farm except our memories. Now our life was the Creek just like all the neighbors. We all struggled to get by but shared what we had and were happy to help anyone in need. Everyone had memories they liked to talk about. When the weather got warmer they would stop by and sit on the edge of the porch dangling their feet and legs over the side and recall better times. Sometimes if Momma was caught up with the laundry she did for the fancy ladies in town we would walk to where people were gathered at someone else’s front porch and listen to the stories. While the grown ups talked the kids played chase or baseball in the street. It had not rained in weeks so the red Georgia clay had been ground by vehicles and feet to a soft, orange powder. Our bases were smashed cans and nobody had gloves. We used a short weathered-gray board for the bat. When someone would slide for a base the dust would swirl and settle over all of us.
As the days grew longer and warmer Momma dug a five gallon bucket of chicken poop from the pen. Then with Daddy’s old push plow she tilted the compost into the soil and made a garden. She planted rows of peas, beans, squash, potatoes and tomatoes. If everything came up and did well we would can them and have vegetables for this coming winter.
Now we slept with our windows open and listened to the crickets and the low hooting of an owl hunting in the woods behind our house. I would look out the window and watch the fireflies darting about in the darkness. A soft breeze slipped in and cooled the room. I was getting to know the survival techniques of the Creek and had come to love the life I now lived. I thanked God for not punishing me for my mean thoughts and selfish actions and promised to try and do better. Then with a heavy sigh I rolled over onto my side and fell asleep.
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I have been laid up with the flu all week even though I took the shot in the fall. My doctor said this is a different strain, so what do I know? Only that I was very sick and I am glad to once again be back with the living.
The weather here has been in the high seventies the last couple of days and so beautiful. I sat out on my back porch enjoying the sunshine. At the far rear of our property a large Laurel Leaf Cherry tree was bustling with robins as their “cheerio cheerio” call filled the air. A few wrens joined their sweet melodies to the songs with the occasional chatter of a gray squirrel. This is nature’s music and so pleasant to the ear.
I took a stroll around the yard and discovered some tiny wildflowers. Yes, to many they are weeds but their blooms are still beautiful works of art. Several small yellow butterflies flirted from plant to plant and up in the clear blue sky a hawk circled and squawked. My banana trees are coming back, along with the Angel Trumpet and several other trees and plants that I was certain the cold had destroyed. I am so blessed to live in such a beautiful peaceful place. I thank God for it. Yes, I love to travel and see different things but one of the most serene places I have found is sitting on my back porch or taking a stroll through my yard.
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