When my thoughts wander off the beaten path, I wind up with a little of this, a little of that. Scattered, I suppose, is what I’d call them. But, there they are!
Yesterday, I finished weeding the poor, neglected herb garden and getting new herbs into the ground. Nemo helped by sitting on them. So, I put up a little wire fence. It isn’t a strong fence but it’s enough to keep plump little Nemo out. Now, to watch those herbs grow!
My Colorado niece had a too close encounter with a black bear. I’m thankful she is all right. I like bears fine but I want them to stay in their own habitat and not bother mine (or my niece’s).
People are strange, aren’t we? We come from different backgrounds; we have different ideas and peculiar ways of looking at things. I mean, an eye witness to an incident is not good in court because people see things from divergent angles and look at things with various viewpoints. What brings joy to one is a matter of concern to another. What lifts someone’s spirits hurts someone else’s feelings. The only way we can get along together is with a lot of love and forbearance and over-looking faults. Patience and understanding are the oils to grease the wheels of peace and contentment.
People have shortcomings as well as wonderful, unique, shining qualities. We should emphasize those positive things and not dwell on the negative, not even for a minute. It could spoil your day.
Yesterday, feeling a bit wistful, I dug through some old pictures and letters. I found one from my dad’s cousin. She wrote about her parents settling in Mena, Arkansas. They worked hard but they carved a good life for themselves out of what was at that time pretty much a wilderness.
“Dad built the house with logs that he cut farther up in the hills, and pulled them down by horses to where he built the house,” she wrote. “The roof was covered with boards that he made from split, sawed-off logs. The thing he split them with was a steel metal thing with a wood handle. The blade was straight and sharp. It was called a froe.”
This was my dad’s side of the family, the Hembree side.
So there you have a sampling of my wandering thoughts this morning–really disjointed, scattered, here, there and all over the place. However, the Folgers coffee is good and hot and I have no doubt I’ll zero in on the final edit of By the Fright of the Silvery Moon. This is the start of a long weekend, a special weekend. I hope we pause to remember why we have the holiday and the people we are commemorating. We owe them more than we can ever repay. And, in all the traveling and fun activities, please stay safe and keep away from bears. Enjoy all the freedom that comes with living in the greatest nation on earth.
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