Life in the slow lane....
It’s a gloriously beautiful Spring evening and I can’t remember what day this is, which isn’t Alzheimer… no it’s called retirement. I’ve had roughly about a little over a month of it to know that I love it. I’ve poured a second glass of wine, lit the mosquito candle (as I discovered 5 areas of attack on my body from yesterday… ugh), grabbed a shawl and parked myself on my patio with the laptop. I call it pure bliss.
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| Feb 9 the power pole is set |
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| Day 1 February 10 |
I've had Cleveland Construction do some work for me before, but never to this extent. I have to tell you, when the owner, Brandon says he and his crew will be there, they are. These guys show up, they are fast, efficient and the amount of work they get done in a day is mind boggling.
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| Monday 2/15/21 - progress! |
Greetings from the farm
As I countdown the days to retirement, my excitement grows. Both Rod and I are beyond excited as we plan for upcoming barn events.
In preparation for either a late summer or early Fall Barn Vintage Treasure sale, I have begun repurposing my finds and increasing my inventory.
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| A PLAN FOR MY LIFE....inspiration and guidance that came to me one day |
Reading my daily devotionals, these were excerpts from 3 different books, all on the same day - they all spoke about “FAITH”. In them contained these phrases that jumped out to me…. “faith is nothing without action”, “what fills you up so you can share your gifts with the world?”, “leaning to live with faith is to take the next step and faith is a conscious decision that our Creator has a plan in mind”
So how are you? I
mean really? I saw something recently
posted by a cousin on social media that had said “ It feels like Americans are
in divorce court and just waiting to see who gets custody of us”. It hit the
nail on the head. Whatever side you were
hoping to win may have you now feeling elated or feeling just the opposite with
yesterday’s announcement. For the most part, I see as a nation that we
are weary from COVID, racial issues and a contentious presidential race. Our emotions are upfront and center and for
many, they are very vocal about where they stand. I get it. There are so many factors out of
our control but yet they affect us. I imagine there are many things in play
that we may and may not know about and I for one feel a bit over-whelmed with
so much emotion swirling all around.
Either way, there were things I liked and didn’t like about
each of the presidential candidates and their respective parties. I’ve listened to conversations from some
that worry about American becoming the next “socialized nation” and I have to
admit that scares the you know what out of me and is there someplace else
better than America to live in? I ponder
for a few minutes and think, no there isn’t anyplace else like the U.S.A. I love
my freedom and all that comes with this amazing privilege that I think so many take for
granted. Or at least I have. It comes down to the fact that there isn’t
anywhere else I would rather live than in America. I am going to put my trust in something
bigger than who is our next president. Tonight,
as always, I will get down on my knees and spill my soul to our Creator and
then ask for divine guidance for you, me and all of America.
As I write this, it is basically a snow globe outside my window and it beckons for comfort both physically and spiritually.
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| Sharing a beautiful winter sunrise from my farmette |
Today I will be do the things that help calm my soul, for one – it helps me when I write to you, next I will bundle up and take a long walk outside which is another place to talk to God. Then later on I will be baking Oatmeal Cranberry cookies that have been dipped in chocolate. Recipe is here. I will save a few for my Mr. Right when he gets off work, but the majority will be taken to my fav law enforcement office with sincere thanks for all they do. Giving helps me and it feeds my soul.
And as you navigate through your day, I wish you well, truly
and sincerely. My hope for you, me and
the rest of America is to move forward as we work towards keeping our freedom
and realizing how fortunate we are. There will always be differences and I hope
we all realize we can’t change anyone but ourselves. We can choose how to navigate our everyday
life and it is up to us. And my choice will be
to follow our Creator’s words of wisdom as best I can. I am human, I fail and then I get back up and
try again to do better. This quote says
it perfectly to me…..
Wishing you and your family all the best. As always, thank you for stopping by and
sharing part of your day with me. As always, feel free to post a comment and by
all means share the post if you so feel inclined. All my best, Gayle
On this splendidly glorious rainy Sunday, it’s a day to
cocoon, pull on a sweater and comfy jeans maybe read, nap, bake or enjoy some
comfort food. And I fully plan to do all
of the above, except I have some thoughts and the words that want to come out regarding
something that is bothering me.
A couple days ago I had a childhood friend that I keep in touch with send me a very long impassioned message about who was the best candidate (in her opinion) to run the country. And I read the lengthy text, but what really bothered me was the last sentence in which she said, regardless who wins the election she hoped we could still be friends! It took me by surprise, literally!
Hi all, in case you missed the sell out version of the July/August 2020 edition of Home and Harvest Magazine, here is my article:
Greetings Friends. As I write the July/August issue in mid-June, the world is in a bit of chaos and I’ve chosen to turn down the noise of the media and take a breather. Instead of watching the news, I sit outside sipping coffee in the early morning soaking up nature’s quiet soothing sounds.
Week 2 and 3, August
9, 2020
Greetings from the farmette. From the last post on working on the chapters of “A Year for You” here’s the progress report. Chapter Two’s focus was finding a place in your home that is special, a place that invites cozy, comfort and security.
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| Loved the early morning sunlight on the wheat |
