Beauty is as my grandmother used to say “in the eye of the beholder”! Truer words have never been spoken.
I see the beauty of the oak tree in my yard yet in the fall I curse the acorns. I love the green grass and walking barefoot yet when I have to cut the grass in ninety degree weather I’m not so happy and stubbing my toe or walking on a stone can cause cursing and an odd dance that for some Reason I do every time!!!
Summer storms are intriguing but can dampen a picnic. Flower and their scents fill the air – mmmm – and the bee who’s busy pollinating can sting you. Gardening is my joy I can spend hours planting and weeding. Some who don’t share my joy allow poison ivy to grow and give me a rash!
The summer nights cool breezes are just perfect to sit out and gaze at the glory of the night sky – until the mosquitos start biting and if you remember to put on bug spray you end up sticky and the smell of it disturbs the smell of honeysuckle in the air.
So you see it’s all about perspective. I will see the beauty but I do lapse into the ugly side of things for a moment. I do not want to be the pessimist I want to be the glass full person Beauty is seen through our eyes and for me at least is the better half of what some may call ugly .
I was inducted to the class of 2010 when my husband died suddenly and today I learned there is a day for this too. I understand the purpose behind it but a day to remember the most horrible day of my life is just incomprehensible.
I read that this day is to let those who don’t know how economically challenging it is to loose your spouse Its inexplainable to those who have been fortunate enough not to be in this position.
So thank you but no thank you. My economical position will not change because you’ve named a day after a box I have checked since 2010 (widow). Want to help? Then may I humbly ask that you understand the money you spend to promote this day could be given to those in need.
I hate that I’m a member of this class but saddened that naming a day after my status without support is even in exsistence June 23rd will now be a day that some celebrate – I will not – now it seared into my brain and like salt in my wounds a reminder of my loss
The beautiful melodic songs of the birds in the summer is one reason I like having my windows open. They start about 4:30 am and continue till the last light of the day. They chirp out announcing the suns arrival and fall silent when the stars take their place in the sky.
There’s always one that just can’t or will not follow the others. This year it’s a Robin. He starts more than likely with the rest but that were the similarities end. I call him William.
William melodies continue to fill the air until at least 10pm. Then with the crickets taking over he stops for a bit. He more than likely listens and throughout the night chimes in with his music. I’m sure he thinks he’s better.
He must be exhausted!!! But I’m sure he knows how good he sounds and that his time to sing is confined to a couple of months I’m with William I to try to cram the most into the summer time.
With June almost done and July knock hard on the summer calendar William continues in his one man band. He’s always on tune He sounds excited with every note he produces and William is the one and only night singing robin in my neighborhood. .
I look forward to his concerts and pray that this summer goes by slowly – it never does but I hope William will continue to be different I love William!!!!
We should all be Williams! Not following the norm hurting none and bringing beauty to the earth whenever possible. Singing out with joy over everything and nothing. William is a one bird band who’s talents are not missed by this fan. I love William his talent and the fact he brings his happiness to me day and night.
Be a William
Weddings. Big Small first or second and you’ve been asked “would you do me the honor of being in my wedding?” How do you say no – most don’t they dutifully go to the bridal place and tux place to spend hundreds of dollars for one day – one day of a dress you’d never buy and a tux that isn’t your style.
Now that just he outfit !! Add in shoes hair jewelry to match the dress you wouldnt be caught dead in. For the guys to rent an uncomfortable suit in the middle of summer and it all adds up to misery.
Then you have showers – that I now know the bride has her hand in to plan and to tell just what she wants done on the day. Everything from colors to cakes to even the gift you buy is orcastrated The men have the bachelor party and of course now the girls have to have a brides version too. And the tab is on you!!!
So “doing the honor of” cost thousands. It’s gotten so that if your uncomfortable with how things are going and your wallet is thin doesn’t matter as long as the bride is happy. It saddens me Then you have to on top of the pre parties you have to buy a gift. Not just any gift a gift your told to buy. When has this spun so out of control?
It’s become “cool” to be a bridezilla. It’s one day and I believe couples have forgotten that it’s suppose to be a day of fun. I’ve been disgusted by the couple making fun of someone’s gift. Did they ever stop to think that they thought of you and may have spent money they didn’t have on you.?And then the day of you’re suppose to give cash that equals what they paid for you to be there. I find this revolting. Again if grandmom a friend or relative has ten dollars and they give it to you from the heart when has it become ok to announce to those that will listen how much the wedding is costing you!! Sad.
So when you are asked to do the honor of remember it’s ok to say NO!!! It’s in my not needed opinion to give a gift in YOUR price range not the couples. And for the love of sanity let’s dump the bridezilla act. It’s so unbecoming Let the shower be a surprise and be greatful for anything that you’re given. Weddings have become a day of over spending and trying to keep up with the jones while whining and telling anyone who will listen how stress out you are. Go get married have fun it’s not the wedding day that counts it’s the years of togetherness that does.
Love just love going in the back yard and jumping into the pool – especially when it’s early morning or late night. Set the towel on the deck cold drink sunscreen and turn the phone off. For me it’s perfect!
That’s my dream the reality is go out back forgot the towel a bee has drown In The cold drink and the sunscreen I’ve used expired. Early morning the cats are creeping out of the garden they’ve used as a rest room and the mosquitoes attack me at night!
So try again. All my gear is there. I jump in – feels great I splash the cat and float like I’m in the clouds. Then it happens – I thought I thought of everything!!! The kids in the neighborhood conviently walk up the driveway just to say hello on this 90 degree morning.
So hi Mrs Byers how are you? Whatcha doin? Me nothing how are you? Hot!!! It’s just so hot I can’t even ride my bike!!! I like your towel! Whatcha drinkin? Me ok go ask your mom and dad and make sure you bring your own towel. Fifteen minutes later. Hi!!!! I’m back!!! Mom said I can only go swimming with you if my brother and sister are allowed. Me – defeated ok. They jump in slash around and an hour later I say ok time for me to get something’s done. We have to get out. Them ooooohhh!!!! I climb out wrap my towel around me. They jump out with pruned fingers blue lips and shivering. We forgot our towels!!
So four towel and one babysitting job later I’m in the house. Spying out the windows till they are out of sight and I slip back into the pool. I’m floating with sunglasses a ball cap pulled down so I don’t see anyone Ten minutes of bliss then it happens. Hey Mrs Byers thought you had to do somethings in the house to do! Me resigned as I drag myself out of the water yeah right now I’m doing them right now.
Summertime and the swimming definitely isn’t easy
White horses clopping carrying a pumpkin carriage footmen and of course the beautiful Cinderella! That to me along with all the other Disney Princesses is what in my mind is a princess.
We through that term around and was wondering what are we teaching our girls?
We tell them you’re my princess – you look like a princess – you are a princess! So in there young minds are the thinking the carriage will be pulling up any minute to wisk them away to their castle? Or do they believe that they are saved from chores are above others and do they in their developing brains believe that they are better then all of the other princesses?
We are raising – yes we are – a generation that have lost compassion. They are focused on having better “things” then those around them and if another princesses castle clothes or “carriage ” is less then Theirs they are not very kind.
We have blurred the lines between hard work to gain and what princesses deserve. A quick reminder we dont deserve anything we go forward through education hard work and kindness to our fellow man.
So I understand some will say it’s a term of endearment and I agree that’s what it is however look around. Listened. The girls who are given to much and who think they are prettier smarter (without the benefit of education and maturity) and “deserve” without trying have become the princesses of the castle brat. I long to go back and reverse this trend.
If I’ve offended you at least a conversation will begin. Remember Cinderella started off in ashes and through her kindness learning became the princess we know today
As I sit here where I live we have just completed our second heat wave (3 days of over 90) and the clouds are heavy today. You can smell the rain coming!
May was cold and rainy June in the beginning was cool then summer heat kicked in.
I dutifully water the gardens sweat and hope the humidity levels fall. And I wait. Today’s the day as is the whole weekend rain will visit with humidity levels close to one hundred percent.
I love the thunder that accompanies the rain this time of year it’s oddly soothing to me. Thunder snow is cool but a good thunderstorm in the warmth of the summer months just fascinates me.
The flowers grass and trees know it’s coming!!! They stretch towards the clouds and wait for Mother Nature to do her thing. They grow better with her help.
Then It dawns on me it’s not the thunder that produces the results it the rain. And then I know that we can be the thunder or rain.
Another lesson learned. Thank you Mother Nature