Here in mid Mississippi, we at long last have had some delightful sunny days, I have been able to get out and get some yard chores taken care of, such as picking up sticks, trimming shrubs…Nothing any body would notice except me…..well, you might notice the poison ivy on my arms.
Friday I was riding up Old Highway 80, I saw tractors in the fields, plowing the ground, preparing the soil, for planting. After all of the rain and snow, it is finally dry enough the farmers can get in the fields. The air was bursting with the smell of rich, fresh plowed, ground….I love the scent of fresh plowed earth …smells so good I am sometimes tempted to taste it. I have heard of folks eating dirt….I can see why, the aroma is almost irresistible
Recently, Peggy Ann, Isla and I, went to Terry to see the actress, Jo Ann Robinson, in her one woman play, Eudora Welty’s “Why I live at the PO” You may recall last time the three of us struck out to Terry to attend the Friends Of Terry, dinner theater, at the depot, we got lost….with a GPS in the car. So, this time, we were accompanied by Peggy’s husband Keith …. Keith drove us…and we stayed on course the whole entire journey to Terry and we did not get lost….On the way home however, it was dark and were not always on the road we intended to be on…but we were never lost.
We had a grand time, the food was wonderful, the play was fun and I enjoyed Jo Ann Robinson…but Miss Welty was still the star of the show…Miss Welty has a knack, more then a knack really, more even then a talent, she had a God given gift, to show us, the uniqueness in ordinary people and everyday events.
We all know people very similar to those Miss Welty brings to life in her stories. That is why Eudora Welty has stood the test of time.
Our families, friends, and acquaintances, be may eccentric headed toward full blown crazy, and they may sometimes embarrass us with their antics….but they are characters in our life story…and we in theirs. It seems impossible but, there may even be times our family, friends and acquaintances are not be real proud of us and our behavior. People even the irritating ones are the jewels…sometimes rocks…..in our existence…..to be, if not treasured, at least recognized as a natural part of our life story….and life would not be nearly so interesting or as much fun with out them.
Could it be if we looked at others, as actors, characters in our life story, people to be enjoyed, to learn from, or at the very least, try to find ways to tolerate them…as individuals, …. would we be, happier, more contented with our own life?
I have noticed, when I get out done with folks…they don’t care that I am out done….I am in a stew and they are going on with their happy little lives. Have you found that to be true too?
I got to go…I am making cupcakes for the Women in the Church meeting/Bible Study, we are having Wednesday evening…It is beginning to feel like Spring, so I am planning to decorated the little cakes with flowers. Posies fashioned from gumdrops. If they turn out…They may just become my new favorite dessert…and I shall carry them to all the Spring events…cemetery day, old People club…Have them for Easter.
I have been reprimanded many times for calling, the Edwards Fellowship Club, “Old People Club” But for me it is a term of endearment…I often referred to mother as “My old Person”.
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I have been to the Doctor, I have been poked, I have been scanned and I have been declared cancer free! Thanks for all the prayers over the years. I love you all, God bless you.
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