Thank You

 

Hello Friends,

I am writing this on Friday, to post for Monday. We are bracing for a blizzard. 

snow + high winds = danger

During my morning walk with Ernie I was doing a mental checklist of what we need to do to get ready for the storm. 

jugs of water

batteries charged

phones charged

check with family

 Then I started to thank all of those men and women who are at the ready in this weather. 

Our linemen, who keep the power on. We already have some areas without power because of the high winds. 

Our snow plow drivers, keeping our roads clear.

Police who will come to your aid no matter the weather. 

Then I started to think about all the farmers as they prepare for the storm. Taking extra steps to be sure the animals they care for will have what they need to endure the storm.

Extra feed, shelter, water and more.

When I look at the big ugly world it can look really dark and ugly, all the fighting and hate.

When I start to come in closer to my community, my neighborhood, my friends and family, it all looks a lot more like love.

As I rounded the corner to head for home, I saw our neighbor finished cleaning the end of our driveway from the snow we received last night. It was too heavy for me to clear, I was waiting for my husband to clear it when he returned home from work.

Go. Be. Love.

 ♥

Carla

 

 

Think Spring and it is the Hodgepodge

 

Winter is back in Wisconsin, our temperatures at night will be in the single digits this week and into next week. 

Think Spring!

&

It is the Hodgepodge.

Joyce asks the questions.

We answer the questions.

Click here to join the fun! 

  

1. Are you a naturally trusting person? Is trust built on logic or 'gut instinct'? Does everyone deserve a second chance? Elaborate.  

I once was a naturally trusting person. I learned the painful way that some want to do you harm. 

For me trust is built.

No, not all deserve a second chance.  One example .. sexual assault from someone you thought you could trust.

 

2. 'Beware the Ides of March'...March 15th on the ancient Roman calendar, these words were made famous by William Shakespeare in his play Julius Caesar.  Caesar was assassinated on March 15th 44 B.C. Have you read any Shakespeare? If so, do you have a favorite? Have you ever been to Rome?  

 

I have read Shakespeare.

The Tempest is a favorite.

No, I have not been to Rome.

 

 3. Do you like a Caesar salad? If given the choice between a garden/house salad or Caesar which do you order? Anchovies or no? What's your favorite salad dressing? 

 

I enjoy Caesar salad.

I will order the garden/house salad. 

Yes to anchovies.

I enjoy a raspberry vinegar dressing.

 

 4. Where do you typically work (or blog if that's easier) at home? Do you have a dedicated home office space? Are you happy with that space? 

We have a dedicated home office space. That is where I blog and do my other bookwork.

Yes, I do like my office area. 

Ernie has a dog bed right next to my desk, he thinks the office space is just right too.

 5. Snow drops, daffodils, lenten roses, crocus, hyacinth, or early tulips...what's your favorite early Spring flower? 

 I love daffodils.

Below is a spring bouquet to you from me. 

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

 “Thought is free.” 

    William Shakespeare

Wobbly

 

Hi Friends,

Last week I was feeling wobbly, very wobbly.

The news of Operation Epic Fury made everyone feel wobbly. 

Our son is currently serving in the Wisconsin National Guard. He has several friends that he served with in Djibouti, currently  deployed in Kuwait.

We have an extended family member who is also stationed in Kuwait.

A friend has a son who is a pilot, is currently flying missions in the Middle East.

 

While feeling wobbly, I remind myself of the following...

 

When sadness visits your fortress and will not say when she is leaving, still hope.

When it doesn’t work out how you planned, still hope.

 When you are holding broken dreams in your hands, still hope.

When what you believed to be true and trustworthy—is not, still hope.

When fear is running amok through the halls of your soul, still hope. 

 When the culmination of losses have added up and it would be foolish to keep betting on life, still hope.

When betrayal has poisoned the well, still hope. 

When you can no longer make out the shape of goodness in the world, still hope.

 When you feel uneasy, even frightened, for tomorrow, still hope. 

 When you have lost your radiance and struggle for joy, still hope.

 When you cannot remember the last time God crossed your threshold, still hope.

Farrell Mason