Yesterday I delivered flowers to a couple cemeteries and I drove the long way around our old farm neighborhood. As I came to our home place – the farm we grew up on – I could see it had fallen into shambles even though someone lives there. It was very sad – siding falling off the house, windows actually boarded up, grass that looks like it hasn’t been mowed in years and trees and bushes so overgrown I couldn’t see the buildings. Oh, Mom would be devastated to see this – she took real pride in a nice yard and the house looks ready to fall over! I didn’t even bother to take a picture – I want to un-see it.
One half mile south of our farm is the country church we attended all our lives – Upper Flat Evangelical Free Church.
I have Sunday School attendance bars for 13 years and I started playing for services when I was a 5th grader. There’s lots of memories here. In those days everyone in the neighborhood attended this church. All families were farmers and the country church was the central meeting place. My childhood is in this building – I remember how long that center aisle seemed as I was walking up to the piano to play a solo. I walked as fast as I could because I hated everyone looking at me. Mom would always scold me and tell me to slow down.
On the road again – I wanted to stop and see Dakota, the beagle that I kept for many years when her owner, my cousin’s daughter was so sick with cancer. Dakota is 14 now and failing somewhat but still can chase a rabbit. It will be a sad day when she crosses over the Rainbow Bridge – sad for all of us but Heidi will be waiting with open arms and it will be a glorious day for her to be reunited with her beloved Dakota.
Tanya, Dakota’s mom, is a quilter and as we were looking at projects in her sewing room, she opened the closet door. Have you ever seen such a neat quilting closet?
I love it! Maybe it will inspire me to be neater.
Here’s what I worked on last week for my round table. It still needs two borders.
All this mowing and yard work is exhausting – I get up in the morning tired so don’t any of you think that this is easy for me. Rick is in his wheelchair 15 hours a day while I’m killing myself. Next Wednesday we go back to Mayo and we hope he gets a walking cast. It’s discouraging to have this much work to do all the time. On Monday I have two kids coming to help me clean the barn. I wonder if I’ll live to tell you about it!
Now that I’ve whined, I’ll try to take a lesson on how to relax from Millie! She’s doing a good job of it here.