Sling Blade and Freedom Writing

For those who have known me a long time you probably have sensed a distance in my posts. For that I apologize.  I am dealing with family issues and limited funds. I must acknowledge I can't "fix" every thing.  I have buried myself in work as a solution. Believe me there is no shortage of work here in which to bury myself.  I just look at what's in front of me and deal with that.  I can't think ahead or behind so I stay in the moment. And I pray.  Both have an up side...prayer and work. Working in the heat outside from early morning to mid to late afternoon is kin to a gym membership without fees or a chain gang, I haven't decided.

I did forget one thing.  I have friends here and I have not shared.  Again, I apologize.

Today I dropped.  I slept. I cooked.  I did laundry.  I fed the animals.  I rested.  I watched the news.  The sorry state of this election is far scarier than inside my mind..  I fear it may boil down to which candidate the country hates the least.  I may be mourning the loss of the America I used to know.  Life is fluid and all things change but the changes I have witnessed in our government are very sad indeed. To me, there is only one hope, as scary as it is, Trump.  I've known Hillary for a long time and believe me, she is one scary lady.

Before you stop reading, this is a story of hope.  A story about two movies:  Sling Blade and Freedom Writers Diary.  I would recommend both.  They are older movies but the message in both is timeless.

Whether I'll be able to pay the bills this month is yet to be seen but today I saw hope and love in both these movies.  Maybe I "rested" for a reason.  Maybe I needed to hear these messages.

Bad comes with all kinds of faces.  With these movies I saw many different kinds of bad but also so much good.  I saw hope.  I didn't see a solution but for a few hours I believed there is a solution for every problem. I just have to find it.

I will continue banal posts waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel knowing there is a solution. So please bear with me while I seek my solution,..no, I'm not killing anyone! And I will always pray.

Fake Spring?

Monday was a short sleeved day. I gathered  some seeds. I had to plant whether it was the wrong sign or not. I planted pink cone flowers from seed I saved last year.  I planted sunflowers.

The tulips are out but I've seen them in snow before.

I certainly hope spring is here

but we still have snow.

Words and a Picture

HOPE

Beneath the ever-present dust and cardboard

Lay the stones

Semi-ruined humans

With a collection of doubt

Share a different roof than BEFORE

The crestfallen

Thought there was only

A dismal chance

For

A new beginning

Hours contained within hours

Give birth 

To future possibilities

This collection of humanity

Shared doubt and ideas

Although dreaming was illegal

Hope was not

One by one

Humans with old stones and fresh hope

Began to build 

Created to share Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Helicopters, Horses and Hope

Every year at Mt Pleasant Elementary School, a helicopter comes to visit close to the end of the year.

It lands in the ball field.

 Students line up, grades zero through sixth,

and view it up close.

A church is directly across from my work.

It is handy for the horse riders to stay outta the road.

This one did not seem to like the church sign.

The skies showed me a thing or two...

I called this photo, Hope.

No matter how dark things are, there is always light.

A Post Of Hope

A small chunk of ice remains.

Mere inches away is the new spring growth of water cress.

Spring is near!

Praise God!

An Award, Sunshine, Higher Temps...Life Is Good!

What an honor from Melanie. Thank you! You have made my day. In times past, I received some wonderful awards. They were lost in the Netherlands of Blogdom when I had the problems with my site.

I would like to compile home addresses, if I may, for my personal use. I see some things and think, wouldn't Lisa love that, or Sharon, or Sara, or... I think, ah, today someone needs chocolate. You have my email. If you wouldn't mind being tortured by me occasionally, please send me your address.

I have had an adventure today. The thought came to me, Down Under...Australia, right? No, not me to think normally. I have had fun with the camera today. I shall document the birth of my "Down Under". Hope you enjoy it, because I certainly did.

Down Under the Rock Bridge

Down under the culvert, we laid by the garden.

Down under the water, not really, but work with me here!

And my personal favorite, Down Under the fence.

Now you know about my Down Under. Today I found a different perspective At The Farm. Sometimes the prettiest views are Down Under where no one looks.