APLAUSE APPLAUSE!!
Once again, I can see from my window. I see the trees that are in front of the farm house. I see the Cedar trees that a neighbor has planted to create a boundary around their yard. I see trees, bushes and the green trashy growth that provides a fence between this area and the land that leads a person down to a piece of property that has lakes on it.
I see green grass all around the small hill that our house is on. There was a hay barn on it and the beginning of one pasture that Ed cut hay on. They hay barn is gone and we plan to plant shrubs, flowers and trees on it. All of that is in the planning. Our dear friend, Jean Watson will be in charge of the design. She, along, with her company, J &J Lawn Company has done our lawn and flowers, etc for years. We trust her!
I think I will choose Red Oak and Sugar Maple trees. I look at the trees in the yard next door and almost long for them. we lived in that house twenty eight years and lost three of the oaks. We replanted them and they have done well. My favorite Oak came up from an acorn from one of those trees. it is beautiful in shape.
My daughter in love, Pat, sent me a cutting from her Cape Jasmine(Gardenia). I am thrilled. I have one from her at the other house and it has done so well. I am looking forward to the blooms of this one.
I also want hydrangea planted. Jean will have to help me with my decisions as to where everything will be planted.
Ed has already placed a bird feeder. The birds have been thick much to my delight. We have had Humming Birds flying around and I wish i had a feeder up.
I am so blessed by being able to watch outside. The clouds are even prettier. My heart flies to the window when I hear a jet plane fly over. I know our son isn’t in it but I know he is flying somewhere. He flies international so I have a vision of the ocean beneath his wings.
I think of our other son when I hear traffic go by if it is the time he is going to work or going home. I give a prayer for each son.
Our daughters are retired and I am not sure what or when they are doing. But I give a prayer each morning. I do this for all of our family. We have a large family and prayers are always needed.
We have four children and with their mates and children, our adopted family of five it takes a lot of praying. I am so grateful for each of them.
The dreaded Cancer has entered our family and at the moment the doctors are encouraging. For that we are thankful. One of our children is facing back surgery and we are praying for healing. One grandchild is entering Christian Mission work and we are praying for her.
Jobs are still needed and two have new jobs. Two are in new college programs. One of our loves deals with depression and she is ever in our thoughts.
Counting our two step families we are forty-one in number. Christmas is a crowd but fun. We play bingo(with prizes) and it is bunches of fun as you may already know.
It takes a lot of praying for this family.
Our family rejoices with us in our new home.Never have we enjoyed space so much. Inside and out. Ed, continually, tells me how he is enjoying our new home. And I think that everyone should have joy in their life.
We are still having helping friends. We are so thankful for them. There is no way we can ever fully repay them. I am hoping our grandson will help with the picture hanging. He is six feet four inches and can place a picture where I want it. He has helped me before. He is the one who cooks our dinner and brings it to us. Must say he does mighty good. He doesn’t cook for us every day. We, sometimes, manage on our own.
One of my special column readers came by yesterday. We met her and her husband at Country Line dancing when we took lessons from Rachel and Guy.Rachel is such a great teacher and we had so much fun with her. And knowing Barbara and her husband just added to it. We miss dancing but that is something I can never do again. But I am full of gratitude that I can still walk even if it is with a walker. I had been told I would be in a wheel chair but I am not! And I love the view from my window.
Wyrick is a regular columnist for this paper and resides in Sharpsburg. |
