On Being April
I love to be barefooted. I take after my mom that way. It's almost still too cool to go outside with bare feet. Today I pulled crabgrass out of the sod in the front yard. I am looking froward to the day I can walk on the plush soft grass with naked toes.
My neighbor, Mary, and I work diligently in our flowers gardens in the summer (both of us in our bare feet). We also like to attract the hummingbirds with our sugar water feeders. The fast tweeting birds will fly back and forth from my feeder to hers drinking and swooping...show offs! Yes, any day now I'll be taking afternoon walks and watering my garden. That reminds me; I need a new hammock.
Spring is here...
The other day, the SPRING CLEANING bug hit me
and I dusted the ceiling fans
(and for a shorty like me, it was a feat)
I found this poem; hope you like it:
I don't wanna do the dishes
I don't wanna do the wash
I sprinkled clothes a week ago
And now my iron is lost!
I don't wanna rattle pots
I don't wanna rattle pans
I see the mail light flashin'
I wanna chat with friends!
Oh, the table needs some dusting
and the floor could sure be mopped
But I know if I get started
there'll be no place to stop.
The closets are so full
things are falling off the shelves
I wish for cleaning fairies
and magic little elves.
They could sprinkle fairy dust
and twitch their little nose
The windows would be sparkling
I would have no dirty clothes.
Oh, I know that I'm just dreamin
My head is in the sky
I must cook that meat that's graying
and bake that apple pie.
The hubby needs a bath
the dog needs attention
Oh...the other way around I mean
My brain is in suspension
I am runnin round in circles
I am getting nothing done,
I keep thinking of my web
I am missing all the fun!
Well, I know I'm not addicted
Though I hear that all the time
But I quess this stuff can wait on me
Cause today I'll be ONLINE!!!
Checked the snail mail
I received my Blood Donor ID CARD from the American Red Cross. The last time I gave blood, I asked for them to send me an ID. I hope it will help me remember to give more often. It's so easy to give...why don't more folks do it? scared of a little needle prick? PLEASE! It doesn't even hurt...it's liked getting a little pinch, like my friend today for not wearing green. Happy St. Pat's! www.givelife.org
Sometimes the TRUTH hurts
Friends that tell the truth ~even when it hurts~ are so valuable...
When we fall (in word or action), a true friend is there, steadfast, firm, and faithful... to nurture, love and forgive...giving advice that helps, not hinders.
Thank you Lord for blessing me with my friends.
If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!
Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.
Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of one's friend springs from his earnest counsel.
Sometimes A Clone doesn't sound so bad
I could handle two of me!!!
This family has a never-ending pile of laundry. and dishes. and to-do lists...I must be feeling better because I am back to complaining, right?!
I should be resting, BUT there is so much to do. (that's the mentality that got me sick to begin with)
The kite-flying will just have to wait...
Under the Weather
I think I have bronchitis.
My lungs are tight, my glands are swollen, I have a fever, I'm freezing cold, I keep coughing ...damn pre-spring allergies & lack of sleep is what I believe caused this illness.
A very sweet friend wants to make me homemade chicken soup, but I just want a large shot of Niquil and a long rest. I'm sure this too shall pass...the good thing is the weekend is here.
Tata for now...
What ever happened to kindness? joy?
See if you can count today the amount of folks walking around without
a smile. Everyone rushes around (including me) with a goal in mind, get here go there hurry hurry hurry! Frankly, I'm sick to death of it.
Try this today:
~ smile at strangers
~ wave at drivers in the neighborhood on on your street
~ hold open a door for someone
~ tip the waitress an extra five
~ call your mom
~ write a letter of thanks to someone
~ slow down and experience joy
~ these are the journal entries & ramblings of April Sheffield Wallace