Friday Ramblings

This morning I was walking out to the mailbox. I guess I have been to busy to notice the lemon
trees, and the orange trees. This is my favorite lemon tree and it is a Meyer Lemon. It has the
best lemons I have ever tasted or used. The skin is thin and they are mainly juice.
My youngest son and my niece peel them and eat them like a orange.
You can't tell yet because these haven't got the deep orange yet, but these are Blood Oranges.

They get so dark red inside and they really are very pretty when cut in circles on a plate. Not to mention they taste sweet
different from a navel orange. Which are what the other orange trees are. I was noticing though that my one of my oranges and my Meyer lemon must have cross pollinated this year and now we have a tree of Lemon/oranges. Which is okay because they have their own distinctive flavor.

I was walking around and I wanted to see if I could get a close up of a dandelion in the morning sunshine.
One of the favorite things I did when the babies were all so tiny was teach them to blow on them and when they were a bit older I taught them to blow and make a wish. One of the things I love watching is when they
are out in the back yard and the little ones are walking along dreaming in their own little world, they will
stoop down and pick one and hold it with their little chubby hand and blow. Then they stand and watch as all of the little floaty seeds sparkle in the sunlight as they go every which way the wind blows.

This is the last of the leaves on the Sugar Maple. We are supposed to have rain, wind, and cold this weekend.
I think the last of the leaves that are on this tree will be gone before Thanksgiving. This year we have had such
a warm fall that her leaves are not as showy as in the past. The one thing about a tree is I can always look forward to next year.

I am going to end with a poem I stumbled across, because I have trouble between wanting to be a real grandmother who has cookies in the cookie jar all of the time to the kind of grandmother who doesn't really look like one. I thought this poem fit me.

I got it from the book by Donna Otto called Between Women of God, p 27

The Grandmother's Poem:

In the dim and distant past
When life's tempo wasn't fast
Gramma used to rock and knit,
Crochet and tat, and babysit.

Gramma now is at the gym
Exercising to keep slim.
Now she's golfing with the bunch,
Taking clients out to lunch,

Going north to ski and acurl,
And all her days are in a whirl.
Nothing seems to stop or block her
Now that Gramma's off her rocker.

Have a lovely Friday and I hope a good weekend too.
Many blessings from me to you.
I finally got sick, after fighting it for weeks. My brain doesn't
want to think right so I may be taking a break.
I enjoy all of your blogs so much, it is really hard to stay away.