Basil and I had lunch under the big oak trees in our front yard today. I have a picnic table in the back yard and a lovely table and chairs on the deck, but something was calling for the yard. We have two gravity reclining lawn chairs and this was a nice place to relax.
I could see our American Flag flapping in the breeze of this July day. I couldn’t keep from thinking of all the people who have helped keep us FREE and it is an honor to see Old Glory. My grandpa, Pearl Lucas Woodrum-WW I and my dad, Donald Edward Woodrum-WW 2 were only two of thousands who are American heros.
I closed by eyes and the coolest July breeze brushed across my skin and I almost felt like I was on the beach. I sneaked and opened my eyes and I was still in WV…oak trees and all. I again closed by eyes and I could hear many birds giving out their calls, bugs clicking in the trees and the smell of smoke in the distance. Just listen…..Just listen…….The branches hanging from my oak trees were dancing with the breeze and actually keeping rhythm.
Ouch!!! I felt something sting my hand. It was something I hadn’t seen all summer. A sweat bee. Sweat bee’s are tiny, tiny little bee’s that only sting lazy people (or so my mom always said). Well, I was being lazy today.
I am anticipating all the 4th of July events in a few days, but today was priceless. I shared a tuna sandwich with the man I love for time and eternity, the breeze was cooling us and God’s creation was tapping on my shoulder. Sometime we just need to slow down and look around us.
“Be still and know I am God”.
I love getting a call and someone asking if the grandkids can be dropped off at my office. Emily needed to go to the doctor with her mom so Matt and Lauren came to my office after school. I called it a day around 4pm and we headed to my house for fun and good times!
On the way we discussed what they wanted for dinner. I made several suggestion, but they said they would like to have “Breakfast for Dinner”. Of course, grandma wants to please the kiddo’s.
We buy Steve Evans Sausage at WalMart and it tastes like homemade sausage from down on the farm. So…….I fried sausage, scrambled eggs fresh eggs, pancakes with sugar free syrup, milk and OJ. Breakfast for Dinner is not something we do often, but it is nice for a change.
I am sure Jamie Oliver would not approve and neither would I if it were done everyday. But you know, some wonderful memories were made by doing something out of the ordinary. They will remember coming to Pawpaw and Mawmaw’s Hudson’s house and swinging on a tire swing, helping water the flowers, planting a pine tree, looking at a bird nest on my door and eating Breakfast for Dinner.
My aunt Marcella passed away a couple of days ago. We visited the funeral home today and paid our honor to she and her family. As I neared the coffin I could see her wishes had been carried out. My 88-year-old aunt always loved the color red and wore it all the time. Today was no exception. Marcella had beautiful red flowers on her casket and she was dressed in a red suit and red loop earrings.
I spent many summers visiting with Marcella’s family. Her daughter, Joyce and I would spend the day playing in the town of St. Albans. Aunt Marcella was a professional seamstress and she could make anything. Joyce always had the most beautiful doll cloths and I sort of felt a little jealous. Her mom would have left over material and it would turn into a doll dress, doll coats and hats.
Marcella was my mother’s oldest sister and they were very close. Marcella and Joyce would come and stay a week with us when we lived in a coal camp in Mammoth, WV. One day Joyce and I decided to play beauty shop. I was about six and Joyce was five….when we became beauticians. I was bossy even then. I talked Joyce into letting me cut her hair and assured her I would be careful. I decided she needed it cut SHORT. Clip, clip, snip all on one side of her head and then….OUR MOTHER’S CAME OUT ON THE PORCH where I was cutting. I thought they were going to faint and we were two scared little girls.
Through the years Marcella’s signature color was always red. I wonder if the Red Hat Society got their idea from her?
I will always cherish my childhood memories at Aunt Marcella’s house. She had a parakeet that laid eggs, a bathtub on claw feet, a wardrobe with lots of hats, a really fast sewing machine, crisp bacon and lots of patience to tolerate two giggling little girls. We would always attend Grace Baptist Temple on Sunday and come home to a Sunday Dinner.
The Lady in Red had lived her many years and brought joy to others. God called her home and I believe she may even get a red robe in heaven.
- West Virginia Peace
Basil and I had a free day and thought we would go on one of our wild and wonderful trips. We knew it would be in West Virginia and all in a day time drive. We were looking for something and knew where to find it.
We spent some time at Babcock State Park over 40 years ago and remembered the serenity and peace of this remote and quite place. This would be one of our destinations today.
We have three vehicles, but this would definetly be a “trucking” day. We stopped at Hawk’s Nest State Park and realized it looked the same as it did years ago. I remember going to Hawk’s Nest with my parents as a child. Back then, there were souviner shops all along the road and vendors hung out bedspreads for people to purchase. Most of the shops have been closed. The mountains are the one thing that still hold the beauty and tranquility of West Virginia. No one can change it.
We finally arrived at Babcock State Park and it was like a place where time had stood still. We rolled down the truck windows and let the breeze rustle our hair and cool our faces. Most of the cabins were still nestled in the overgrowth of mountain laurel and thick pine trees. It was so quite you could hear the water rushing over the boulders in the creek and in the distance you could hear the birds singing.
We drove through the park and recalled memories of staying in one of the cabin years ago. The cabins are well equipped with electric and moden appliances and most have a fireplace. I just needed to smell the smoke from the chimney to make the scene perfect.
The green trees were like a canopy over us as we drove through a tiny one lane road. The darkness under the trees provided a perfect place for thousands of ferns to find a place to present their message. The deer were at peace as they ate their fresh greens in the fields.
We borrowed some of this peace from Babcock today. This was a good time to reflect and learn how to pray for those that are hurting. I felt so close to God and just took time to talk to Him. We can find peace in the most unusual places.
West Virginia has many places where you can leave your burden and pick up a smile. Try it!
I put a beautiful grapevine wreath with a floral arrangement on my deck this spring. In a few days a robin had discovered a beautiful place to start her nest. I really think I watched love in motion with every twig that she carried to the wreath. Many flights and pieces of straw later, she had a safe place to lay her eggs.
Three little eggs soon appeared and you could see the connection of a mother bird to be. Diligently she stayed with the eggs and didn’t hesitate to give chase to the blue jays or anything else that came near her eggs. She already loved what would soon be her babies.
Two eggs hatched and hungry babies soon were peeping and wanting food. We have watched her fly from the nest to gather worms and come back with two hungry mouths open. Many flights throughout the day and many feeding later to care for the babies. I can see the love in what she does.
We kept seeing the mother bird come to the nest and pick up a white pearl sized ball. I did a little research and found this is a fecal sac that comes out of babies for a while. The mother loves the babies so much she picks it up and removes it from the nest. Call it what you may….I call this love.
Yesterday she had really been quite busy hunting for food. I watched as she decided to take a break for herself. She perched on the back of a patio chair and ruffled all her feathers and started grooming herself. All the while, she never took her eyes off the nest. She flew back to the nest for a brief time…just to look at the babies and see if they were okay. I know she loves these babies.
We were eating our 4th of July lunch when the first baby quickly flew from the nest and only one bird was in the nest. I am sure the mother robin is now pulled in two directions. She loves both babies and wants to care for the one learning to fly and have time to care for the one still in the nest. A mother’s love goes beyond bounds…even with birds.
My heart became very humble as I observed and compared my own motherly instincts with this little robin. This little bird cared for her babies far better than some humans. She prepared for the birth, cared for the babies night and day and taught them how to fly. The whole time I had my two children in the “nest” was a time to care and teach them to fly on their own.
My children are now grown and have a family of their own, but the mother in me remains the same. I want what is best for my children and I never want to see someone hurt them or make them suffer. I hope I taught them how to fly and how to avoid the beast of prey. God, this mother prays a deep prayer of concern and ask you to protect them now.
The robin and I have a lot in common. We can see inspiration all around us, if we only look and open our hearts.
Some days are so different than others. There are days when the sun is shinning, all the birds a singing, your hair looks great, all your clients give you kudos and everything is coming up daisies.
Those other, not so good days, just seem to come out of nowhere. You get up and drop everything, you get ready to sip a hot cup of coffee and spill it down the front of your shirt. During that “bad” day the computer freezes up a million times and you are on deadline. Everything outside looks bleak and it is raining and your head is hurting. It is good to just come home and get the mail. Remember, this is a bad day. You open the mail and your bank has sent a reminder that you are overdrawn.
In the whole realm of life itself, this really is small stuff. There is a mother and child that will be forced to live in a safe house tonight. Sam will be sleeping under the bridge with only a dirty blanket and a cardboard box for a bed. Little hungry children will go to bed crying for milk and the mother does not have enough money to feed her family.
During our bad day…..someone will be working for a company that must lay off fifty employees and no jobs are available. During our bad day….a soldier will be killed to protect our freedom.
Our bad day may end with the sunset, but others will not change for a lifetime.