Jean's Comment's: "Snow Covered Leaves"

Jean's Comment's: "Snow Covered Leaves":    The morning after Thanksgiving the ground is covered with snow. 11-27-2015 Perryton, Texas. It certainly has begun to look like winte...

"Snow Covered Leaves"

   The morning after Thanksgiving the ground is covered with snow. 11-27-2015 Perryton, Texas.


It certainly has begun to look like winter in Perryton, Texas this morning. Snow has the ground covered, and it is cold. Now is the time to get in the mood for Christmas. This year is nearing the end of a long trying one for me. I am ready to put it behind, and claim a better one for next year. I am made to remember when I was a child how my dad would arise early in the morning after the fist snow, and have a hot burning fire blazing in the big pot-bellied stove before he awakened we children. The first thing we thought after looking outside and seeing the wonderful white piles of snow, was Christmas is coming soon. We children loved Christmas more than any other time of the year. We lived in the country, and a creek ran through our land. We started early searching for the perfect cedar tree we would cut for our Christmas tree. When mom said, “o k kids its time to cut the tree,” we were gone in a flash. It was within walking distance, and we usually drug the tree all the way to the house. It was such a thrill to make a stand and nail the tree to it, then start using our creative minds to decorate it. After all these years I have never learned to enjoy the new artificial trees that most people use. Christmas is just not the same anymore. But is anything the same? The old saying that goes, “from rags to riches,” is suggestive of our country. We have made so many scientific advances since my childhood days, till I sometimes feel ancient. My dad and mom did move into town after I was married, and they had gas heaters for replacing the wood stoves. I have to say I loved going to their house in town, and enjoying the warm, coziness of the same love they brought with them from the country. My mom was so happy to be cooking her great meals on a gas range with temperature  settings on the oven. Her food could not be better than the old type of cooking, but she thought it was. My dad was pleased that mom was happier in town, but he never loved it like the country. My two younger sisters don’t remember the country life, and they envy the endurance of we other children for managing to turn our problems into blessings. They were the new birth of a new life that my parents knew little about. Our parents  had to learn a lot of new stuff themselves. Next-door neighbors were almost like live-ins to my parents. The neighbors felt so welcome to come over and enjoy the positive attitude my parents had. After all my mom felt like she had moved from a hard life to a heavenly life. It didn’t make any difference to my dad about his positive attitude, where ever he lived.  He was the same wherever he warmed his home. He always felt like he was a pilgrim traveling to a land of milk and honey. I cherish the memories of my parents.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Texas.

Jean's Comment's: "Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings"

Jean's Comment's: "Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings":                 Happy Thanksgiving dinner from our table to yours. 11-26-2015 Perryton, Texas. We enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving dinne...

"Today I Remembered To Count My Blessings"

                Happy Thanksgiving dinner from our table to yours. 11-26-2015 Perryton, Texas.


We enjoyed a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner today. How thankful I am for all that God provides for us. I pray that everyone had a good Thanksgiving. We can never forget how the Pilgrims set this day up in 1621 to give thanks unto God for all He had done for them. Three hundred and ninety four years later we, the descendants of those early Pilgrims, are still observing that special day. I can’t say that all Americans are still honoring that day, because from 1621 until now, 2015, many foreigners have come to this country and want to change our traditions. For every true American faith and hope cannot be stripped from their powerful belief in God, and Jesus Christ. All good men are at war with evil, but evil cannot prevail. Jesus left that promise with us before He died on the cross. I will never doubt that statement for anything but truth. Some may try to twist it around to mean something else, but no, I believe every promise Jesus made is simple and truthful.

Our yards this rainy day is covered with falling leaves. A typical fall day when harvest has ended, and the year’s crop production is celebrated by families and churches coming together to feast and give thanks unto God. For folks who live in the country falling leaves are no problem, but for those who live in town one must start raking vigorously. If not they begin to pile up in huge stacks, and then settle to the ground when any moister covers them. The wind can never be strong enough to blow them away. It is my most dreaded time of the year. It used to be fun, but not so much any more. It’s always nice when the last leaf has fallen, and all have been raked up and put in the dumpster. The bare ground seems ready for spring to start any time now. Of course much rain and snow must fall and fill the earth with moister before the ground starts to green up and shoots forth sprigs of flowers, and new trees that are not needed. I cut down and put root-killer on these suckers a lot every spring, otherwise my yard would be a jungle very soon.

It was nice to have had my two oldest sons with me today for Thanksgiving dinner. I missed having my other two children, but they have families of their own and must share their blessings with them. I am thankful that they can do that. The family tree does branch out and must be pruned to maintain all the new limbs. Thank God it just keeps growing, and looking very healthy. This tree never sheds a leaf. It stays lively and bears fruit the year round. This is my “tree of life.”

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "Art Work In The Sky"

Jean's Comment's: "Art Work In The Sky": A sun so bright I had to close my eyes while taking the picture. How could I ask more from God? 11-25-2015 Perryton, Texas. I just came ...

"Art Work In The Sky"

A sun so bright I had to close my eyes while taking the picture. How could I ask more from God? 11-25-2015 Perryton, Texas.


I just came from the store after purchasing the turkey and other items to fix a Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. The store was so crowded I could hardly get down the aisles. As far as I know I will just have three people for dinner, but I will plan for more. I could not buy a turkey under 13 pounds, and that is enough for several people. I have always loved fixing Thanksgiving dinners. This special day was always celebrated by my family while I was growing up. We never failed to have twenty or more family members and friends for the turkey and dressing dinner. Not to mention all the other good stuff like pumpkin pie and candied sweet potatoes. My mother and grandmother were wonderful cooks, and I am following their recipes to the best of my memory. They always made everything from scratch, and even to this day I will not cheat by buying prepared pies or stove-top dressing like I saw so many doing today. Corn bread dressing with giblet gravy is a must. Cranberry sauce I will buy already  jelled in the can. Also whipped cream I will buy in a tub, but that’s about all that I will bargain for.

The sun I have posted had changed settings since I first noticed it while driving to the store. It had a large blue-lacy halo all around it making it so beautiful  I had not taken my camera, and when I got home the lacy garment had been striped from it, although it was still extremely bright. I love the art work I am so privileged to view in the sky whether it be daytime or nighttime. It makes me want to get out my brush and palette and start showing off my own creative ideas. It seems like I have to hurry, hurry to get everything painted that I am so anxious to do. I put a part of myself in every painting I finish. This is the life of an artist. My first pencil sketch of a church is the oldest piece of my own art in my possession. I was six years old because my signature and date is on the sketch. My father kept it locked up in a metal box until he passed on. My brother became the owner after that, and he passed it on to me. If for no other reason I hope one of my children will keep it as a tribute from my father. It will always speak of his love to me.

My kitchen is calling me to work. I must obey and get busy preparing things for dinner tomorrow. Again I pray that all of my readers will have a very happy Thanksgiving, and remember to pray for our country.

God Bless
Myrtle Jean Sharp

Jean's Comment's: "A Sun Bathing Bird"

Jean's Comment's: "A Sun Bathing Bird": A sun bathing bird is my focal point today. The sun is extra bright. 11-24-2015 Perryton, Texas. The sun is to the back of the bird. It ...