I used to work for a temp agency that placed me in offices around the city to fill in for receptionist and office support work. A particular job could be anywhere from one day to two years. I worked all over the city, meeting lots of people and experiencing all types of office environments.
I walked into the drug store late on a Friday night when I noticed a sign saying “OPEN 24 HOURS”. I’m glad they stay open late. It was the only chance I had to get shopping done before the weekend. Next stop would be the grocery store, open until 11:00.
When I was growing up in the 1960s, my dad owned a hardware store. You’d never see that sign in his store or any of the stores in our small town. They all closed at 5:30. But Friday nights were different. The stores stayed open until 9:00.
For me, springtime isn’t just the greening of the earth and watching nature awaken in color as I enjoy the warmer weather, it’s also a time to gather with other women in church basements and eat salads.
I’m going to share with you the other side. The yellow house isn’t always fluff, one day it was iron.
Here is how it all started.
My dad…I thought he was the next thing to Superman. Even though he didn’t leap from tall buildings, (although I did see him fall out of a tree once landing on his feet!), he could do a little of everything, and do it well.
After driving over 100 miles, I turned off the freeway to a county road then onto a narrow dirt road that leads toward Nancy’s. Driving through the lonesome wooded hills and swampland, cattails grow on both sides of the road. Nature looked picture perfect on that summer day out in the middle of nowhere. One more turn goes down a crude winding driveway that leads to her large rustic house, an impressive work of construction done by her husband’s hands.
Here is where hospice was set up for her.
I love to have my family around me. There is no sweeter sound in the house than the voices and footsteps of those I love.
We live in a noisy world. Sounds are everywhere and are a normal part of our everyday lives. Sounds from people, traffic, social media, TV and music are whirling around us in a constant hum, and we just sing along.
Have you ever found yourself in a very quiet place?
Spring is Mother Nature’s firstborn. A charming child who will politely tell the snow it’s time to go then orchestrate the un-flowered buds and blades of grass to perform a jaw dropping production of vivid color, complete with a song of rain. A mother’s dream child who would be easy to boast about, it’s others who all agree that this Spring is really quite amazing. The other children, Winter, Summer and Autumn, (who also goes by the name Fall), are equally loved and appreciated for their own beauty and uniqueness, but it’s Spring who re-energizes, refreshes and encourages growth. Once a year Mother Nature welcomes this child’s visit. Each day, each hour a new blessing.