Do you ever feel caught up in a whirlwind, as if time is spinning past and you have no way of stopping it? To illustrate how quickly autumn is progressing toward winter, I made another picture of my maple. The top picture shows the way it looked only a few days ago. The bottom shows the way it looked yesterday. What a difference! And, to make sure I get the message that summer is just a memory and fall is a reality, daylight savings time ended this morning. For my part, I wish it would stay the same. Don’t we have enough change without taking on the number of hours of daylight?
But then, there is a possibility that I’m a real grump. Maybe others like daylight savings time but I don’t remember ever voting on it so who decided?
October 29, 2013
Did I ever tell you that my meandering mind sometimes wanders over into the realm of music? Well, it does. Several months ago, I wrote a song. For the life of me, I can’t hear it as anything other than a country song and, believe me, I am no fan of country music. Do you think that perhaps a ghost of an old-time country music star came by and whispered in my ear? A couple of days ago, Matt introduced me to a really neat website where I can both write the music and hear it played. I have been having a blast! It’s like getting a gift. Of course, my gift of a song is a little bit sad, but then, aren’t most country songs? Can’t you just see my name up in lights in Branson?
My friend Lola and I sometimes discuss change and the swift flight of time. Our friendship goes all the way back to college days. Believe it or not, we both went through Northeastern State University without a car! Looking back, I wonder how we did it. We borrowed our dads’ cars when we could and we walked a lot. But then, that was back in the good old days.
As a mom, grandma, and retired teacher, I am sort of like a rock in a stream. Yes, a rock! I stay the same, anchored to the creek bed but my children, grandchildren, students, and time rush right over me, going on their way, living their own lives, while I just sit there, unmoving. Sort of like my maple.
Except, of course, I write a lot. And I write songs. Maybe my song will never be sung in Branson but those who read the third book in the Darcy/Flora mystery series will, at least, read it! As Darcy travels in her red Ford Escape to visit her friend Amy, she listens to the radio and guess what song is playing? Why, it’s my song! And the words are right there in Best Left Buried so it will, after all, see the light of day. A country song, a poignant song, a tug-at-your-heartstrings song; nevertheless, it is my song.
same maple
November 2, 2013
Blessing: “The Lord bless thee, and keep thee; The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee. The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace” (Numbers 6:24-26).
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