Motivated

It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season.   There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy.  Metaphorically speaking.

I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously.   Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.

And I just want my mantle back.  Clean, almost bare.   It’s the whole New Year thing.   A fresh start.  Nothing excluded.

I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned.   Reduce, reuse, recycle.  Yes, yes and yes!

It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina.  That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL.   That’s what those newscasters are telling us.  MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today.  They’ll be here in less than two hours.   Can’t waste it.   I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour.   And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”

Word, Meryl.

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Sky Blanket

There’s a blanket in the sky.  At the bottom lies the sun ready to rise and shine.

“Don’t Believe the Hype”

You’d have to eat a lot of flame-broiled burgers to save $130.

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Always read the fineprint:

“Saving based on “recommended” pricing.”     What was the price?  $12 a burger?

Who’s doing the recommending?  Your king?

Just looking out for the masses.  🙂

 

 

Good Gourd!

I’m suffering from gourd guilt. I bought them to add a bit of atmosphere to the homestead, but now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, they’ve been summarily rejected for greens and glitter.

However, before giving them the heave ho, I have to stop and stare at them.

Seems only fitting (gourd guilt) that I honor their memory with a few last glimpses into their short-lived lives.

Rest in peace gourds!

See you next year!

Last fig standing

Just enough for one slice of toast.

Gratitude Jar

It’s part of my life now.

It’s a crazy world. I needed a reminder of how grateful I am to be in it.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how good we have it.

I made a conscious decision to start practicing that gratitude everyday.

It really helps keep things in perspective. ❤️

Hope

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul…

And sings the tune without words

And never stops… at all. ”

-Emily Dickenson

Lately, perhaps out of necessity, I’ve been jotting down one thing I’m grateful for each day.  Somehow, the deliberate act of writing it down and tossing in my “grateful” jar restores me.   I have alway had hope, but as I age, I find the world more frightening.   Maybe now, more than ever,

Emily’s quote reminds me that hope is eternal.   As hard as it can be to muster, it’s there to be nourished.

How do you nourish your hope each day?

When I look at this picture of my mother, taken over the summer in her back yard by my sister,  I’m nourished.  I see the wisdom, grace and beauty of years lived. ❤

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"Color your world."

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