Rabbit Trails

Singing I go along life's road, Praising the Lord, praising the Lord, Singing I go along life's road, For Jesus has lifted my load. W.J. Kirkpatrick "One of the earliest memories I have is that of my mother singing the verse above." George Beverly Shea

"The waves broke with a soft swish on the rocks below them, and the tang of the sea was in the strong, fresh air." Anne Actually, it wasn't like that at all. The air was strong, but it wasn't fresh. Mosquitos were biting......and strangely enough, there was NO wind. It was foggy but we could still see surfers trying to catch a wave. The water was covering the little bit of beach left from the last hurricane. The old brick building that got blown away has been replaced with new restrooms. A few people were playing volley ball. It would have been a good night for it. We didn't walk all the way down the jetty. It kind of looked like a scary dream, so I turned around and everybody followed me. There was no apparent sunset.  It just got dark. Then we went to our lovely Super S store to find some holiday cookies. Went home empty handed. I'll go to Kroger today. They'll have what we're looking for.

I am going through pictures that are stored on my external hard drive.  There are a ka-billion of them. This is one I found that brought a smile to my face. It was a fun little trick I would play on people. If you want to fix yourself one, pour the polish out on a thin paper plate, let it dry, then cut around the spill. Place in spots that people will see and prepare to look with amazement on the MESS.

The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.

Happy Birthday to you Lydia 14 years ago you were born. I am thankful that the Lord gave us such a child as you. Love you.

I sure would like to know where this splatter lid is. If you took it from my kitchen, just bring it back and I won't say a thing. If you know where it is, text me or something. If you have some extra time, come over and help me look for it. Love Mrs. Mobunny

Forgiveness Seals Our Lips

What month you were born dictates the kind of birthday celebration you have. Or don't have. I have two kids that were born very close to two big holidays. Christmas and Thanksgiving. Lydia asked me if she was getting a cake this year. It is hard to make a cake 2 days before Thanksgiving or 2 days after. It just is. You birthday might be in Autumn....and you got a new jacket every year.  Or, everybody had to rake leaves, and you got to watch cartoons! If you were born around Christmas, this is what your cake might have looked like. If you got one. Maybe you were born at the time of year when there was an event everybody went to. Like the Watermelon Festival.....or a quilt show......or the county fair. And, that's what you did every year.  Or maybe your birthday was around the same time your mom always made strawberry jam. And YOU got to go to town with her and get ice cream while she was picking up some extra jars. Did you ask for the same cake every year...

The place we used to go had a shelf along one wall for 'stuff'. The place we go now, does not.  We bought a little table for our 'stuff'.  It was just right! Breakfast on Friday morning. We were supposed to have a big lunch, so breakfast was planned to be light. A volleyball game was going on so lunch and supper got rolled up into one meal. Kind of. When you're camping, you shouldn't be too worried about the clock. Right? I always bring some kind of decoration for our shelter area. This year it was Autumn Color Ribbon. I would love to get some lights like you see around campers. Maybe in the shape of little rabbits? Bunny had fun.  She loves to be around people. And anybody and everybody could pet her because we were outside and it didn't matter if she got all wound up....and pottied. She evidently isn't going to outgrow that untidy little habit of hers. This was the kitchen cabin. It's where everybody meets and eats and plays games and...

I wonder what dogs think about. Are they self conscious of their ears? Do they wonder if they eyes bug out? Or if their collar brings out the color in their eyes? Do they even care what color anything is? What if their bowl of gravy train was green. Would they care? Do they wonder why the TV is on so loud? Or why the screen door gets slammed? Do the cats outside the front door jumping on the screen bother them? Do they wish everybody would go to bed earlier? If dogs had cell phones, would they drop them in their water bowls? Are dogs afraid of mice, Or spiders? Or heights? If they could, would they play hide and seek? Dogs seem pretty content, with just a little ray of sun. A little step to sleep on. A few good friends. Collars with no bells. A few bugs to bark at. Seems to me, I'm pretty hard to please. What about you?

Don't be the first to sit down or The last to get up CWM.....my son

She used to be young. Her much loved 'state' plates. We ALWAYS knew where the scissors were. Right in this cabinet. And they always smelled good. How in the world did my mom make every day scissors smell good? If there was a flat surface, it deserved a doily. If there was a pillow, there was a home-made case for it. CLOTH table cloths, pretty pot-holders. She has stuff from when I was a kid that she still uses. It's because she took care of things. She was actually very gentle on everything. She sent this home with me. We've had these cactus ever since I can remember. In some kind of pot. Kansas winters mean she has to bring her plants in.... she said she couldn't carry this one in anymore. It was too heavy. A stool full of hen and chicks. Why not? She now owns a new-fangled camera. I hope she enjoys it. I love you mom. Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by, Hundr...