Monday, August 31, 2015

Monday Musing - Roses and Lemons


Daddy shared his wisdom with us; most of that wisdom was learned from his father. The wisdom that comes from old farmers is proven and sound advice. Life taught me that Daddy’s wisdom and advice could be depended upon.

Life isn’t always fair or kind. We must learn to accept the good and bad things that life offers. Daddy often told me, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade”. He taught me to make sweet lemonade when life offered you the worst, because you will need refreshment during those difficult times.

My life changed and the lemons overwhelmed me. It was time to make lemonade. There were so many lemons, that I had to make lemon pies, cookies and everything lemon that I could imagine. There were enough goodies that I am able to share the sweet.

Those unexpected and unwanted lemons proved to be a valuable gift. The opportunity to give away a treat is a blessing. Life’s lemons have a purpose and we are given the opportunity to choose how we will use them.

The roses that we encounter in life have thorns. These are uncomfortable lessons to learn. Parents attempt to teach these lessons early, but some lessons are best learned as adults.

My daughter was an only child and grew up with a pet. Katie decided that Bess would be the closest she would get to a sister, and she was. Katie gave her the nick name of Boopsie. Bess lived with us for almost 18 years and is buried in Mama’s flower garden. We planted a rose bush there.

The thorn of losing our pet is eased when we see and smell the lovely roses. The roses trigger sweet memories for both of us. We call them the Boopsie Roses. This was my attempt to teach my grown daughter a grown up lesson about thorns, as there have been more thorns since then.

Life will always offer more than enough thorns and lemons. Some will be easier to handle than others. Lemons and roses are seasonal and will not last forever. It is important to reap the benefits quickly. My lemons remain for a season, but the benefits will last a lifetime. That old farmer wisdom is still valid. It guides and often comforts me as an adult and has taught me to appreciate lemons and roses.


Thursday, August 27, 2015


Life brings change into our lives. Sometimes the change is good and sometimes that change is not what you had planned. My life has been filled with more of that unexpected and unwanted change for the past 15 months than I ever dreamed I would be able to handle!

Life lessons are never fun to learn. My life has taken a different direction, many things have changed. My home is no longer in the country, my livestock has been dispersed into different directions, I have a job and the demands that go along with that job. My heart broke because of the changes. Suck it up Cupcake became the words I spoke to myself numerous times during the day.

Settling into a new routine and life was not easy, but I survived. My heart will always be in the country and one day I will return. My adventures have changed and my life has changed.

My column, Mellie's Musings was put aside for awhile. It will be back in the paper this week and I will post it here for my family and friends that are not local. I wondered what I would have to say at this point, but I found that there is more to write about.

Years ago, my Uncle Zeke gave me some advice. He told me that every morning that you wake up is a gift from God. You have the opportunity to start again no matter how bad the previous day had been. That was wise advice and has served me well.

Change happens, good and bad. We have to decide how to deal with that change. Will it break you or will it recreate you?

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Enjoying a Screened Porch

We have been able to spend a little time on the screened porch.

My herbs are on this porch, love the way they smell when I water them!

There was a set of dishes at the thrift store that practically begged to come home with me. There was no choice, I had to bring them home and put them in the hutch.

The same day, I found this at a discount store. I loved what it said, that is what we want to happen to new guests. They may enter as strangers, but we want them to leave as friends!
We have entertained a couple of times on this porch now. It is a great place to relax, enjoy the company of friends and of course a large glass of iced tea!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Monday Musing - Sweet Iced Tea

Iced Tea and summer go hand in hand. It is difficult to imagine one without the other, in fact it just may be some type of crime. That probably is not true up north, but in the south, it is just downright disrespectful and wrong. I am truly concerned about the character of a person that does not drink iced tea. Perhaps their disposition and character could be greatly improved by this beverage.

If you have rocking chairs on your porch, then you need a glass of iced tea to go with them, and a few moments to stop and enjoy that cool glass of deliciousness. A pitcher of this heavenly drink is made daily at our house. The problem is this, my husband claims that someone apparently sneaks into our house in the summer and drinks all of our tea. It obviously is not him drinking all of the tea. Whoever this person is, they take the last brownie, cookie, slice of cake, and get the very last scoop of ice cream too. I am only guessing, but the tea bandit probably looks exactly like my husband.

We have a swing on our front porch, and that gentle swinging motion causes iced tea to taste even better. It is the same way with a rocking chair. If a cool breeze is blowing while you are doing either, the tea is more refreshing. A carbonated drink just does not quench your thirst in the same way.

Sweet tea is often called the house wine of the south because it is served everywhere. It is hard to find a home where iced tea is not served. Iced tea is served at our house in Mason jars. It is my personal belief that this affects the taste of the tea. Each cook has their own method of making tea; the time for steeping varies as does the choice of sweetener, and each person’s tea tastes different. Whatever the preferred method, each cook knows how the tea should taste.

As for Kevin and me, we will enjoy our iced deliciousness on the front porch in the swing. Blow the horn if you see us out there. I would offer you a glass but those tea bandits have probably drank it all if my husband is around. So if you drop by, just make sure you brought your own tea.

Monday, May 26, 2014

An Update

My brother came home from the hospital! We are grateful that we still have him and thrilled that he was able to come home!
Todd had one of those heart attacks that few people are able to recover from. He is very lucky and very blessed! Thank you for your prayers and kind comments! Please know that you are appreciated and I would ask that you keep Todd in your prayers, he still has a long road ahead. Thanks again!

Monday, May 19, 2014

A Monday Musing - Life is Fragile

The Monday Musings usually appear in our local paper before appearing here. This week is different, this column has not appeared in the paper.
Last week, my 44 year old brother had a massive heart attack. He is the health nut in the family. His recovery has been slow, but a slow recovery is better than no recovery!
This makes me think about so many things. What if it were my husband? How can this happen to someone so healthy and strong? What are my brother's chances of having another one? What are the chances that my youngest brother could suffer one? What about the children, what are their chances? The list of questions seems endless. The answers are more difficult. Life is short and precious. We never know when it will be taken away.
Last week, as we rushed out of town to be with family, I called my daughter and asked if she wanted us to pick her up. We were almost involved in a wreck, as we turned onto her street, but fortunately my husband was able to avoid a collision. We narrowly missed a deadly accident. Life is indeed precious!
The past week has been spent dealing with family and friends wanting updates. It has been overwhelming, rarely leaving a moment to myself. The end of the day finds me exhausted and not wanting to talk to anymore. Some have gotten angry because they feel that I haven't given them daily updates as quickly as they would have liked, but these same people lack the understanding that I am not able to sit for 2 hours at a time to discuss the "what if"s of the situation. They don't mean harm to me, they are concerned for my brother, but fail to realize the emotional toll this takes on the rest of the family. The concern of others for my brother has been appreciated, but difficult for us to deal with. We are all exhausted physically and emotionally. Keeping everyone updated has been a task that I have failed. There simply has not been enough of me to go around. I don't apologize for that.
The situation has been compounded by the fact that I haven't been able to be there for 5 days now. He is my brother and I can't be there, that is more difficult than I can express. He is however recovering and for that I am grateful. His life was spared. When he got up last Tuesday morning, he probably had no idea that he would suffer a massive heart attack and end up in I.C.U. His life almost ended. He will come to realize how close he came to not being here with us anymore. He will learn that life is fragile and precious.
I haven't been able to visit you like I wanted, but I will get there! I have missed my friends in blogland!

Friday, May 16, 2014

Updated Spice Cabinet

A few weeks ago I posted about the cabinet below. That post is here. I asked for suggestions and loved what you  had to say!
The cabinet was painted white and the upper and lower doors removed. Baskets were placed on the bottom shelves and filled with dish towels.

The knobs were temporarily replaced. I am looking for some great vintage glass knobs.

Still undecided as to what should be placed on the shelves, but for now a few vintage creamers were placed on the shelves.

Taking pictures gives you the opportunity to see things that you may not have noticed before. I am not calling names, but apparently someone or something with 4 legs perhaps, felt the need to investigate what was on the lower shelves as I turned my back for a few moments.
This is more than likely the guilty party. She was sitting in a chair at the table. I wondered why she was acting so innocent.
Her name is Tallulah Bell, but thinking we should call her Mischievous Little Stinker.