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FALL JOY

first soil     The joy of getting my fall garden in the ground is something that only fellow gardeners will understand.  You start with a blank slate, so to speak, but you have a picture in your mind so you start adding plants.

At the first of this week my beds were not exactly bare.  Over the summer I had allowed them to rest and of course some weeds decided it was a great place to make a home.  There I was on Tuesday and Wednesday busy pulling out the unwelcome guest and filling a large trash can to be put out at the curb to be picked up by the county with other yard garbage.  I definitely didn’t want to add the weeds to my compost pile thus giving them a new chance to grow and multiply.  I already have some that I have no idea how they got started in my yard but here they are.  Probably with the help of the birds and/or squirrels I feed;  ungrateful loots.  Only kidding I love the birds and enjoy watching them.  Now the squirrels… well let’s just say I don’t welcome them as freely.  But to make a long story short (I know too late) I was busy preparing the beds for the fall vegetables which I finally were able to plant on Wednesday afternoon and early Thursday morning.

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Now you know how I am and that I will pop a plant in any container that will hold it.  I had a couple of recycle bins from years ago, before the county furnished us with a large can, and I have been using them as  planters.  But when the storm Irma came through she decided they should help support part of a huge limb she flung to the ground; see the before and after below.

Before Irma.

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After but I still use them.

DSC_0899     You just can’t keep a good woman down.  And as long as it can hold potting soil it will serve my purpose.  They, along with an old laundry basket, are the new home for my grandson’s sweet peppers.

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And his old wading pool is keeping the yellow squash and garlic.

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Yes, Thursday I was definitely sore in places I haven’t been sore in a while but I am so happy I have my garden planted.  Now the joy of watching it grow and sharing what it produces will be worth the toil and soreness.  I will do my best to keep you updated with photos.

What does all this have to do with pedestrian?  Heck if I know but I did do a lot of walking while I was weeding and planting so I hope that counts so I’m not cheating.

Thank you for stopping by.  Now I think I’ll have a nice cold glass of iced tea and relax for a bit.

God bless.

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QUIET VISITOR

     This morning I was working out in my back yard.  I suppose some would say garden because I do have flowers and plants out there.  I’ll admit “I’m a plant collector.”  When I see a plant I like I get it knowing I’ll find somewhere in my yard to put it.  My poor husband just shakes his head when he sees me lugging home something new.  Anyway, back to what I meant to tell you.  I was working away transplanting  some beautiful red, rose and white geraniums from the pint size pots they came in to bigger nice pots with plenty of room to grow.  I think geraniums are so pretty and since these were marked down like 75%  of course I had to buy them.  I turned from my planting table and there was this beautiful white bird; some kind of crane,  running its long beak down in the ground and coming up with earthworms; helping himself to my natural aerators.

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I said “Welcome” and turned back to my work  and my quiet visitor continued with his searching and eating.  He was a polite fellow only getting what he could eat then he went on his merry way with a full tummy.

     I decided to give you a quick glimse of another part of my yard….. a teaser for another post.

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     Until next time I’ll be busy tending to my plants and I hope you have something that you enjoy doing.  Thank you for stopping by and please come back soon.

God Bless.

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.

 

 

 

BULL COUNTRY

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     Friday I had a wonderful lunch with the lady who was my partner before I retired.  She and I worked so close for so long she feels more like family than friend.  Over the years we’ve laughed together, cried together and got madder than hell together.  We had each other’s back.  She knows all about my family and I her’s.  Friday we exchanged stories about our grandchildren; they are all the smartest and cutest kids this old world every saw.  Lunch ended much too soon but we parted with a promise to do this again soon.

     I recall part of a song I learned as a child.  I don’t remember all the words but the most important are, “Make new friends but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.”  I have to agree there is nothing like having someone you know and trust completely and it is exciting to make new friends.

Thank you for stopping by I hope you come back soon.  As we say in the south, “y’all come.”  God bless.

OPTIMISTIC BUT LAZY/MAYBE

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I have not been doing the Daily Post but for the last few weeks I have tired the Weekly Post.  Why?  I’ve been busy working in my yard and vegetable garden.  But having a life is no excuse for not writing.  Everyone has a life, right?  I have two manuscripts that I have also been working on sometimes… once in a while… almost never.

     You can’t get published if you don’t finish the manuscript!  I tell myself this all the time but most of the time myself doesn’t listen.  If I ever go out in the yard and walk around I am usually hooked and will be out there for hours.  There is always some work needed in my yard and/or garden.  I love that work but I also tell myself that I love to write but I am lazy.  But I don think lazy is the right word; maybe procrastinator works better because I have good intentions about writing.  But you know what they say about good intentions, right?

I am optimistic that I am going to do better and finish those two novels because I have a lot more stories in my head.  I just need to stay in the house and work… work… work.  I can work in the garden during certain days and save the evenings for writing.  I say certain days because housework (I hate it) must also be done.

Thanks for stopping by and please come back soon.  Hopefully I will do another post tomorrow.  God bless.

Circle Dates

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I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year.  We got to spend Christmas with our oldest son and wonderful grandson.  Our youngest son is a minister and could not make it home this year but we keep up the hope for next year.  He is working for God and that is what’s more important.  Again our oldest son had New Year’s dinner with us.  We are so blessed that both our sons are Christians and we all have a close relationship.

Did you make any resolutions?  Did I?  I don’t know that I would call it a resolution but I do plan to work more on my manuscripts and try to continue my Creek posts.

So I will see you on the Creek later.  Stay safe and God bless.

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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I know it isn’t Christmas Eve yet but I have to work tomorrow (the hospital doesn’t close for holidays.  People still need our help.) I want to wish all of the kind people who follow me a very, Merry Christmas.  I hope your day is everything you every wanted it to be and that you have a successful New Year.

I’ll be back in a few days with more post but in the mean time please spend time with your family and friends and be thankful for all you have.  I hope to hear from you again in the New Year.  God bless.

 

 

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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.

 

I HAVE A NOVEL IN MY MIND

    

     I recently read an article that talked about writing being work and I have to agree one-hundred percent.  If you think writing a novel is easy then I would think you haven’t written a novel then had to rewrite it and then rewrite it again.  Writing is not a hobby or play.  It is a job just like any other career.  If you want to be successful you must take it seriously.  I must confess that I have not taken it as sincerely as I should.  I have been just plain lazy and I have no excuses that are acceptable.

     So you say “I have this great novel in my mind if I could just find time to put it on paper.”  Well, so do I and probably over a thousand others.  I know one thing for certain; as long as it stays in your mind it will never become a bestseller.  We will never “just find time” we must make time.  Remember we all get the same amount of hours in a day the difference is what we do with those hours.  How do we manage our time and why can’t we find time to write.  I can’t speak for you that is something you will have to do some soul-searching and answer for yourself.

     First, I believe that God should always come first in our life.  He should have the first and best part of our day.  Then we schedule other activities.

     I can find all kinds of endeavors to do instead of writing.  I say I love to write but now I must search myself and see if that is true.  If it is true then why don’t I make more time for it? 

  • One reason could be fear of being rejected.  If I don’t finish the novel it won’t be turned down.
  • Fear of being ridiculed; if this has ever happened to you about something you wrote whether as a child or adult then that fear is real.  You never want to subject yourself to it again.
  • Fear of not being the best.  Not everyone can be perfect and there are a lot of novels out there that lack perfection.
  • Fear of failure.  You tried writing before and your manuscripts were not accepted by a publisher.  Well you finished it didn’t you?  So you aren’t failing maybe you just need to try a different hook.
  • Pure honest to goodness laziness.  I really don’t believe this applies to many or any of us.  There is always an underlying reason for our lack of production.

            If we really and truly want to write we simply must sit down and put words on paper and forget all the other bunk.  So what if others laugh?  They ridiculed Noah and look what he did (we’re still talking about it today.)  If you must have perfection then keep writing until you achieve it.  If your fear is failure well so long as you are putting words on paper you are not failing. There are as many reasons for not writing as there are people who want to write.  Each of us must decide which apply to us and do our best to overcome whatever it is.  No one can or will do this for us it is up to us to write or not to write.  The road to being an author is not an easy one.  We hit some huge bumps along the way but we must persevere and overcome those obstacles.

     Thanks for stopping by, until next time keep writing and before you know it that novel you had in your mind will be a completed manuscript on paper.

 God bless.

 

ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY YEARS

         One of the things I’ve come across in my writing career is the impatience of other people; usually our loved ones (spouse, children, siblings.)  Often when we talk to them they want to know if we are still writing, where we are in the process and how much longer do we think it will take us.  This is unnecessary pressure.  It can bring our creative juices to a quick halt, or I know it can mine.  The one thing an author doesn’t need is more pressure.  However, these well-meaning souls usually have no idea what we go through.  They think we sit down at the computer and the words just flow from our fingers. Oh, if it was that easy, right?  They have no idea how we struggle to show and not tell a scene, to listen to our characters and speak through their voices not our own and so on and so on… Some have even asked “Why don’t you get a real job?”  Writing isn’t a real job?  Hello!

     When I want to tell them to back off I have to think of Noah.  Can you imagine the pressure he went through when he was building the Ark?   I’m sure that his family, like ours, wanted to know when he would finish and what he was really working on.  Maybe they accused him of wasting time.  We might take a year or so to write a novel, probably less once we get rolling, but it took him 120 years to build the ark!  To put up with people ridiculing you for 120 years had to take some strength.  Yes, of course I know that God gives us the strength to do whatever He asks us to do but that doesn’t shield us from the people who are just looking for and hoping we will fail.  Yes, He also gives us the strength and knowledge to deal with them in a way that He approves.

     Now I know that I’m no Noah but I do believe my love for writing and my God-given talent is for writing, so I have to believe that God will give me the strength to persevere and finish the novels I have started.  I need to “Trust in God with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)  This means I have to turn my writing career over to Him.  I really do try to do this.  One thing I have found that helps me is to say a prayer before my writing sessions to ask Him to write the story through me and after the session to thank Him for His help.

     Maybe you aren’t a believer in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, if not praying won’t help you with your career.  But it is so easy to become a child of God. All it takes is faith alone in our Lord Jesus Christ alone.  Remember God knows your heart so all you have to do is tell Him you do believe that Jesus came to earth and died as a substitute for our sins.  Sounds easy?  It is.  

     I know God gives each of us a talent to make our living but He leaves it up to us to find that talent and develop it and become successful.  God takes good care of His children but He will never give us more than we are capable of dealing with whether troubles or blessings.

     Thanks for stopping by.  Until next time keep praying and asking God what He wants you to write and keep believing.  Remember what He did for the people during Biblical times He will do for us today if we believe.  Oh the stories that I could share but I’ll save them for another time.

God bless.