The Sunday Whirl by bwarren throws us a hand full of interesting words together which bring to mind snow and forest.
Focus on the light of the shed, its close. Think of it’s warmth. Don’t think of the miracle if they let you in. They will. Tell them what happened. Pull your thread bare jacket close to you. Don’t start thinking of your car sliding on the ice. You were clear of the bridge. No one was with you to get hurt. Your wrist is in pain but you didn’t break it. Your fingers move and that should be enough to prove that. That sound you hear is just the howling of the wind through the trees, no wolves here, right?
Though now safe from the monstrous hurricanes of the gulf
I still remember their furry as they crash into the land
wreaking havoc on everything it touches…everything.
Natural disaster comes to us wherever we are on this planet. We must always remember to be prayerful and kind for people and wildlife when nature is releasing its fury upon them.
Fall is now coming in, so my summer flowers are fading. But Cee’s “P” FOTD challenge fit right in with my yard. The petunias are still hanging on even though we have had a couple of frosty mornings.
The stripped varieties have always been a favorite as well as the purple…
The yellows and whites are sure to make you smile…
Then the old standby pink is never out shinned…
I hope you enjoyed a walk through my fading but still colorful yard. As fall continues onward, I will focus on the marigolds and mums. Have a great day and remember to always be kind.
Clare’s Cosmos has a fun challenge I will play with today, even though my pictures are not as clear as they should be. It is a memory that was fascinating to me. I had three hummers fighting over the feeder, zooming and zipping through the air, chattering that I could hear through the window.
Even though these birds were not being kind, we need to remember the beauty in being kind.
I am connecting in on the last of the Gratitude Scavenger Hunt challenges with something you don’t always when looking at the moon…the man.
The Man in the moon
Normally the moon is too far up in the sky to see it clearly and my phone did not do it justice, but it was a moment of beauty. He seems to be crying from his left eye as tears, being blown by the wind, roll down his face while he sings “Oh, oh, oh”.
All of the items on the fun scavenger hunt should be things we think of often to help each other survive this crazy thing we call life. The things that make us smile, we can share with others to help them smile. We should always share in kindness with others to show the beauty we all have inside. Nature all around us shares its beauty every day, we just have to open our eyes and look. So share the beauty you have inside by sharing kindness. It can be an amazing sight. Be a kind light for someone.
I had to show you the t-shirt that my daughter gave me for my birthday last year that shows…my favorite color(s).
If you follow my blog at all, then you know I am a little over the top at Christmas. My oldest tree(1 of 5) is really tired this year, so I will half to buy a new one…oh darn…lol.
And I remind you as always try hard to be kind…..color kindness wherever you are and in all that you do.
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge. The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.
For today’s prompt, use the theme of unravelingin a piece of writing.
Life
Life should be filled in purity
Instead it shows prematurity
Unraveling itself in immaturity
Firmly bound in obscurity
Google pic
Remember to always share kindness with those who feel lost in this world. It will help them find heir feet of security.
This week with Cee’s CFFC challenge, our topic is celebrating Fire. Photos of fire, fiery colors, flames, fire stations, fire trucks, etc. are all allowed in this challenge.
While fire can be devastating when out of control, it is also a source of enjoyment and relaxation that we all can enjoy. Below, Daisy shows the benefits of relaxation.
We call them pacifiers because all activity stops immediately to enjoy its warmth.
Fires can be also used as a tool. This was a house on the property of my church that we used for various activities. But the foundation was beginning to crumble and we felt it was getting unsafe. So we donated the house to the fire department to be used as a training tool. They used it for several months with various rescue trainings for new fire fighters and then when they were ready to graduate, they used it as training for house fires. With a lot of older homes in this neighborhood, it was a powerful training tool for the new guys in showing how easy home fires could get out of control. They were even surprised how fast this one went up and how hot it got – 100 year old wooden home.
And then there is the fun side of fire fighter training where new fire fighters learn how to handle the hoses but at the same time play with the kids at the park.
And then we close showing the peaceful evening of a winter sky where we have the most beautiful sunsets. The sky does indeed look like it is on fire.
As you go about you day, remember the beauty, the power and the warmth of kindness and share it often.
This weekend, SueW and GC have challenged us with perhaps a loving memory or maybe a current love in talking of mothers, even plants have a mother. I repotted several baby spider plants yesterday at my office as the mother plant is doing very well. My one at home is just getting started.
Mothers, we all had one. Some were good, some not so good. My mother, while she had issues (as we all do), it was her mother that taught me the most about courage, faith and surviving this life. She was a school teacher so it is not surprising that she always taught.
Miss Lottie, as others called her, and her love, Brownie
But I did write a poem about my mother and gave it as a frames gift in 1986 for Mothers Day, a lifetime ago. While is may not be a great poem, its value far outweighed it errors because it came from the heart – which is where all family love should come from. And she loved it.
Like A Rose
Like a rose’s sweet fragrance that floats through the air,
So does a mother’s love as it flows through her home.
Like a rose that reflects its rich vibrant color,
So does a mother when she is loving her children.
Like a rose’s thorns that beckon you to beware,
So does a mother who safely guides her children.
Like the velvety softness of the rose’s soft petals,
So soothes a mother’s hand and voice calms a fear.
Like the beauty of a gentle swaying rose,
So the beauty of mother forever will glow.
And as always, I close with a reminder of kindness. We can never be too kind as somewhere, someone will be watching and be encouraged.
For the Love of 