Thoughts on Saturday Morning

I was walking around with my camera. I was looking really hard
for red leaves. I have written that my husband grows trees. It
is one of his hobby's. On this tiny little tree was this nice little
red leaf. I took a picture of it. Not really much red around here
on October 2nd.

So what do you love about fall? I was thinking about that
question.
I love that it cools off. I am tired of hot weather. I have never
looked good in shorts. Ever. I really don't now but
I wear them. I can't wait to go back into my jeans. I love jeans.
I love boots. I love sweatshirts and I love watching movies
curled up on the couch with my favorite blanket.


I love watching the clouds race across the sky. I love watching
the wind blow in the trees. I love the smell of rain in the air.
I love that all of the dust gets washed out of the air.

I love the smell of wood burning from the fireplaces. I love
the smell of damp leaves on the ground.

I love sewing and not sweating because of the 100 degree weather.
I know, I am griping about the heat. I will stop soon, like next week,
when it is supposed to be gone.

I have been mad at the weatherman all week. I caught myself, when he
said, " Stop sending me hate mail! I can't control the weather." I didn't send
him any hate mail. I knew that I need to stop blaming the messenger.
That was when it dawned on me I was mad at the weather man.
The hot weather makes me irrational.


I can't wait to drink coffee and hold in in my hands and love how
it makes me warm. I am tired of sweating. Really tired. I have been
trying to let my hair grow out. It has got pretty long, but I can't curl
it or do anything with it except put it in a ponytail. It stays wet
all day. I am afraid if it stays hot, I will have moss on my neck.

I was even looking at short hairstyles again. I know that this will pass.
I am not going to cut my hair. But sometimes...

We are under a flood watch. I keep hoping that one will show up.
I haven't even seen a sprinkle. Or thunder or lighting. Hardly any clouds.
Have I ever told you that my Great, great grandfather got struck by lightening?
He was trying to get the corn in before a summer storm, in Pauls Valley Oklahoma.
It was 1919 in July on the fourteenth. He reached through a fence and lightening
struck. He was toast. I was in my great-grandmothers house when I was kid.
on her table was all of this old money melted together and his "spectacles."
She told me the story. His name was Zachary Robbins. I think about it
when there are thunder clouds.

Well, can you tell, my mind was a bit of a blank today. I just ramble on and on.
I will stop for now, and have a great Saturday. I am really hoping for rain.
I don't want to work in the garden.

Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!

(Psalm. 107:6)