"Grab A Falling Star And Hang On"

My Red Wood tree has lost it's sense of buds. Pink buds coming right out of the trunk of the tree. 4-30-2018 Perryton, TX

Another sign of “world gone crazy” is showing up on my Red Wood tree today. This tree used to bloom all around the circle of limbs from tip to toe. It was a beautiful sight indeed. Now it has stopped blooming on the limbs and started blooming from the trunk. It is embarrassing to see this big tree with just a few pink blossoms scattered sparsely at the bottom of a few limbs where they grow out of the trunk of the tree. I'm thinking about cutting it down, although it is 45 years old. I guess everything loses it's beauty with times. My neighbor's big pecan tree is not pretty anymore either. They have always kept it trimmed every few years, but it is a shabby-looking thing now. Neither does it produce the great harvest of delicious pecans it used to. Oh! My. I wish things were like they used to be. I wish I didn't have to sit down every time I rake a small trash basket full of dead leaves. It takes me two hours to do what I used to do in fifteen minutes. I am proud though, that I've got most of the leaves off of both my front and back yards. Slowly, but surely, I'm making headway. I am now anxiously awaiting for rain. The weed and feed needs to be wet down.

I enjoyed a great time at the Center today. I visited with an old friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time. She always tickles my heart, and I was needing that today. She is the featured artist at the Center this month. I love, love her work. She puts her humorous touch to every serious art piece she does. The horses on one of her paintings was absolutely smiling. I couldn't quit trying to see what they were smiling at. My curiosity was aroused. Was this a true horse smile, or was it the way the artist wanted the horses to appear? Oh! That lovely feeling of wonder. The deer in another piece were no doubt, posing with pride to be having their bodies painted on canvas by an edited artist who takes away everything but the best from the image. Pretty dear with shinning horns, and serious eye shadow. Although bucks are not suppose to wear make up, these did, I swear. There were some portraits that made you feel like speaking to. Pam Wolf, I like your works of art. I am ready to see more of it.

 

I had a sleepless night last night. That is why I'm so excited about this art. It made me forget. Just before I went to bed I saw on face book a picture of a young boy, probably twelve years old, lying between his parent's graves on a blanket and a pillow. This was in Syria. The graves looked like he may have dug them himself, and he had rounded a mound of dirt over them. He had some kind of post sticking out of the ground for a headstone. I almost lost it. I don't know if this child's parents died from poison gas the Syrian Dictator used, or if they were killed from the missile strike that several countries used against the evil Dictator. I do believe it was one or the other. I could not get it off my mind. About 1:30 a m I got up to use the bathroom. An extra bright moon was shinning in my bathroom window. I took a picture of it, but it didn't help me to go to sleep. Finally I got up and turned on my computer. I wanted to see that picture again, but then I thought no way. I must get this off my mind. I went back to bed, but I actually thought I would never feel good again. Sometime in the early morning hour I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke this morning, I had forgotten a little, but after going to the Center and seeing the interesting art work I forgot completely. I think God let this happen to me so that I could get relief, but I feel like He wants me to remember again after I get refreshed. Satan would love to rob me entirely of my victory, but I will continue to fight him until he has to give up. I prayed for that child last night, and all the other poor children of Syria. I must cry sometimes, and laugh other times. Let us share both needed, God given, expressions of joy and sorrow. 

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp