"Harvest Time At Last"

                 A plate full of cheap bird seed. Going in this feeder. 7-26-2018 Perryton, TX

 

I raised a good crop of bird food this summer. These tiny sunflower seeds are great for the birds to eat out of their feeder. I have lots of them. I will thrash, and dump them into the feeder, and watch the birds have a seed feast. The last bag of bird seed I bought cost $3.00 and it didn't last but a few hours. The little purple finch birds will be the ones to gobble these seeds down. I enjoy watching them gather around this little feeder 3 or 4 at a time and wasting no time about pecking out the seeds. I am also glad that the sunflowers were able to keep blessing me, and the birds, even after they died. What a fun, exciting world we live in if we decide to make it that way.

We are praising God for the rain last night. The ½ inch sure made a difference in the scorched grass and flowers. We are suppose to get more tonight. We welcome it anytime. I have also noticed the smiles on more faces today. Rain is just something that makes everyone happy. I'm sure the farmers are very happy. My day at work seemed easier also. It had to be my better attitude. I am looking forward to a fun week-end. I have nothing planned as yet, but I know something will impress me. I'm keeping everything up to par just in case. Somehow I lost my worries during the night. I couldn't find them when I got up this morning, and when I saw it had rained, I didn't look any further.

I won't deny that my good, long-time friend, Arthur Itis, won't leave me for very long, but I have learned to ignore him, and go on about my business. I have given him strong pills, but nothing seems to want to kill him, however I will out live him. Of course it would be more fun if I didn't have to share my life with him, but I can't change that part of me. I'm anxiously waiting for a pain free eternity. Thank God at least I don't have a room in my tisim, so I just have to deal with Arthur Itis. I have never been gay because it stinks too much. It might help, but I rather smell good than smell like been gay. I'm so happy to be the humorous person I am accused of being, because I can use that for an excuse for being dumb. Only God and I know the difference.

My time has expired if I get this blog posted to show I didn't miss a day, so I will sign off, and hope to have more time tomorrow.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp