WHY DID THE GROUNDHOG CROSS THE ROAD

Silly title but today I did see my first groundhog and I was thrilled.  It means the lil critters are out of their dens, playing chicken with the cars on 18 South and hopefully bringing Spring.  "Down The Mountain" they already have Spring. The flowers are blooming as well as the trees. You don't need to still bundle up with a coat. Lowes garden center was full of flowers and plants that I knew if I bought they'd freeze out once I planted them.  I love the mountain but after such a long winter I'm burnt out.  We seem to have such shorter seasons like Spring...it just rushes right into Summer then to Fall and bang it is Ol Man Winter again.  I'm hoping Mr. Groundhog keeps the nice weather heading this way.  At least Gertie my goose is doing her part.  Last I checked she has 6 eggs and is sitting nicely on her nest.  Now if someone can tell me how to pull out those darn thorn covered I think hemlock trees I'd be thrilled.  I did tie a rope around one today, hooked the rope to the truck and WHOO HOO I yanked that sucker out.  But when I tried it on two other trees it was the rope that got yanked out.  Anybody have a beaver they want to lend me?

That's All For Now Folks!

SURPRISE

Today was a good day which is a change from recent days.  I actually turned over my first spade of rich black dirt in the garden.  Cleaned up around the outside and didn't need to be wearing Nanuk of the North clothing.  I see daffodils and tulips coming up.  My goose Gertie is laying her lil fanny off we are up to 8 eggs. I wonder when she will sit on them?  I better google it.  The mailman actually commented on me being in barefeet. He said there is hope for Spring to come when he sees me without shoes on.  I didn't know I was that predictable.  Please Lord give us a final break from winter and send us a beautiful long colorful Spring.

That's All For Now Folks!

It Isn't Simple OR Is It

Sometimes, promises we make end up not being as simple as we thought they would be.  Goes to show that most human beings like the simple way out.  Then there are those of us that know the words we said, the promises we made truly determine our character.  God promised us many things and He has not gone back on His promises.  Why then should we?  

Papa's Legacy

I wrote this on September 1, 1997. It is a companion piece to several other things I wrote which need to be brought out of the folder.  I'm rather proud of this one because even today I can picture it in my mind as I was writing it.   It is copy written so please if you stumble upon my blog respect that.  ©HBM 9/1/1997

PAPA'S LEGACY

At night she sits there in the old rocker with one dim light on at the far end of the room.  Slowly, she rocks back and forth holding the old faded red flannel shirt.  She touches it  against the side of her face and inhales the muskiness of the tattered material and smiles with a faraway look in her eyes.  After the funeral, her family had taken charge in their "helpful" way by boxing up and carrying off all remnants of him.  38 years of memories reduced to a carload of boxes.  They insisted they knew what was best for Mama.  They said now she could get on with her new life.  Later, after they left and the house was once again her own she allowed the tears from deep within her soul to flow.  To keep herself busy,  she went to the hamper and there quite by chance she found his favorite old red flannel shirt.  Oh the fights they had about throwing out that disgusting torn rag.  And now, here in the dim light, late into the lonely night she rocks with her hands clenched tightly to the shirt.  Her face buried deep within its' folds, inhaling his scent and dreaming that his arms were holding her tightly just one last time.