Chuck's neighbor's flowers
are so nice to me. This pretty white rose sneaked under the fence to
tell me hello. It had to bloom after it got under the fence. The
opening is not wide enough for the full bloomed rose to come through
without getting crushed. Last year we enjoyed the neighbor's holly
hawks all summer. When they finally died I scrapped the stalks and
brought them to my house and planted them. I now have pretty holly
hawks in my yard. I don't need the roses as I already have lots of
them, but I sure do enjoy the roses while at Chuck's house. The
Master yard keeper knows how to make me happy. I love roses so much.
With the inch and ¼ rain we got last night everything in the yard is
looking good. It was too wet for me to work out, but I'm thankful for
the rain. Tomorrow will be a big day for me unless it rains again
tonight. I have several plants to set out, and do a little preparing
the ground before I set them out. Those weeds and wild grass just
will not stop bugging me. I also have my Mother's Day gifts to get
stationed. A bird feeder with seeds, and a humming bird feeder has to
be mounted on a pole that I must dig a hole to study them. A bird
church house with a steeple, and another bird house has to be
installed also. Thank you children for these nice gifts.
I went shopping today and
bought myself a Mother's Day gift. I didn't intend to, but I could
not resist the three things I bought. I was impressed with the watch
that I thought would cost a lot, but when I heard the mark-down price
quote, I said sold. I also lucked onto a pair of pants, and top that
I simply loved. I told myself that was my own gift for Mother's Day.
Sometimes I feel extremely blessed. I know I have a different taste
for dress than most, but I do love what the Good Lord shows me. If my
husband could see me today he wouldn't believe his eyes. Although he
would be quick to tell me how pretty I looked. No matter what I wore
he always told me that. I miss those words a lot. Memorial Day is
coming up, and I will be putting flowers in the vase at his
tombstone. It is so hard for me to walk away after five and one-half
years of separation. A hundred friends can not take the place of a
husband. I'm praying that God will fill that vacancy with someone who
could pass for my husband's clone. However, I don't expect that to
happen. I'm sure many widower's feel the same way. We must just dream
on, and wait for our call. I have everything I need except that one
love that most women desire.
God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp
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