Saturday, me and my sweet hubby spent lots of time doing yard work and cleaning inside the house. I mean everything around here got mowed, clipped, cut, watered, planted, vacuumed, washed, hung out to dry, dusted, polished, moped, windexed etc. Inside and out everything just sparkles and looks so fresh and lovely.
I was blessed yesterday with lots of heat outside (how else do you look at extreme heat???LOL), so I chose to be thankful for it and hang out all manner of bed linens and clothing to dry, and just say Thank You Lord!! Now everything is fresh and fabulous smelling.
There is a practical side of course to hanging laundry outside on a clothes line to dry....for free, YET, I just adore the fresh, clean smell of laundry that has been hung outside. No perfumes, no chemical smells, just fresh, clean, pure and lovely.
I took this picture about a week ago one evening when Bob and I were sitting outside in our swing which is centered underneath our antique wrought-iron gazebo. The sky was beginning to fill with rain clouds, and as I sat with my head leaned back on the swing just staring upwards and watching the clouds roll by over head, I thought this view was rather pretty. A leaf atop of a stem, in the middle of what always looks to me as an upside down teardrop, and in the top center of the gazebo it comes together almost like a crown. Anyway, it was a peaceful evening, before the rain began, sitting in the swing with my darling hubby, just talking and enjoying some time together. But I had to snap a picture of the gazebo from this angle, sitting directly under the center. Lovely iron work, pretty sky.
Yesterday was Memorial Day, and although I am beyond thankful to all those men and women who have given of themselves so that I can be free, my heart and mind turned to my son and my nephew. Bobby and Zachery.
My son who is currently deployed and will not be home for some time yet, and my nephew Zachery will be deployed in January unless something changes. Two young men, both loved dearly and more than words can say, serving our country. I am most proud of them.
Yet my heart longs the most for my boy. I got to hug one of my other nephews ( Hunter who is Zachery's younger brother) Sunday evening, he is tall and thin just like my Bobby, and while my arm was around his ribs (giving him a hug) I could not help but to think of my son. Tall, thin, bony, and not here.
Usually on Memorial Day, Bob and I love watching lots of military stuff and old war movies, but admittedly, this year...with my son over seas, on board the Enterprise, during war time, these movies held no fascination for me this time. There are many reasons why, most are rooted in fear of something happening to my baby boy before he returns home, and I know deep inside the likely hood of that happening is slim to none, yet fear is an irrational emotion, often hard to control at times. So yesterday, I just chose to keep busy all day long.
I am so proud of my son!!!!
Have A Peachy Keen Day!!
Love & Prayers,
Ronda
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