Rain is dropping from dark morning skies and tucking away the fall flowers under a blanket of leaves. Blessings fall like raindrops. So many things for which to be thankful. Now, cooler weather will follow, the weatherman says. It’s interesting that each season is slow to let go, as if delaying saying good-bye for another year; but, slowly and surely, autumn settles in. Just about the time we get comfortable with it, winter will arrive on a cold north wind.
Yesterday, Sara, Linda, and I took in one of the many craft fairs in our area. I’m always amazed at the creativity and talent displayed in each booth. Arkansas-made goat milk soap appealed to me and some really cute wood Christmas tree ornaments. I looked at, but didn’t buy some lovely Santa gourds. I’d feel guilty buying them when I have bushels of gourds waiting in the garage for my paintbrush. They were certainly bright and beautiful.
I’ve found that crafters are some of the friendliest and just genuinely nicest people you’ll find anywhere. Some of them came from miles and miles away, from other states, to participate in the NW Arkansas craft fairs.
Still feeling adventurous, we went antiquing after crafting. It is sobering to realize that many of the things which are now antiques were a part of everyday life when I was a child. Seeing a jar of Garrett snuff, I thought of my grandparents and bought it. I’ll never open it, but it reminds me of two gentle people I loved. And, there was a December 1918 Woman’s World. It wasn’t in the best of conditions, but it has a wealth of information! Fashions, crocheting directions, fiction, and advertisements. An “indoor closet”, warm, winter stockings, Bon Ami scouring powder. All of this for only a dollar. At the time it was published, it was ten cents, but in 1918, ten cents bought a lot more than it does now.
It was a wonderful day with the new and the not-so-new. And now, rain falls, much-needed, gentle rain after a stormy night. Life is like that–blessings after the storm and sometimes, blessings are disguised within the storm.
This is the day that the Lord has made. Let’s all rejoice and be glad in it. It’ll never come again and some day, others will look back at our lives in 2017 and we’ll be part of the Good Old Days, antiques and all. But, you know antiques are priceless glimpses into yesterday so let’s remember that we are treasures in the making.
As you know, it is my firm belief that a rainy day calls for a cozy mystery and several cups of hot, black coffee. I wonder if, someday, Darcy, Flora and Ned will be considered priceless antiques?
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