Monday Morning in May

You know when I am going on and on about October, I can tell you I have completely forgot about May.
My goodness what a beautiful month this has been. I wake up every morning to a new world, it seems.
My flowers are just amazing. These flowers came from Nik. My dear son by marriage, because God answered my prayer and he married Emilie. I just don't know how our family ever got along without the wonderful people God brought into our lives through marriage. Then of course, all of the grand children. My cup does overflow. I hope your day was wonderful.

 Next door to me, on the left side is my grandparents house. On the right side is the house I grew up in as a child. The town was putting a new freeway in 1962. They condemned the houses there. My Dad bought a house and had it moved here. The house was built in 1943 and had been gutted and used for a warehouse. So when Dad bought it, it had no interior walls. My Dad and Mom worked on it one whole summer and I know every nook and cranny in the place.


After my Dad remarried, he sold that house and built another one way outside town so we could raise cows, sheep, and pigs.  My Dad owned six grocery stores and a feed store. So we had lots of chickens, ducks, turkeys and exotic chickens. 
The lady who bought the house almost 40 years ago, was moved into a care facility. She is still alive but her children sold the house earlier in the spring and this weekend was the estate sale. We will be getting new
neighbors soon. A couple of my boys went over and went through the house. I was curious, but somehow didn't have the heart to go look. It has been bad enough living next door, watching every thing go down hill.

I do hope they have sheep, and goats and chickens and children. I hope they will use the pens that my Dad built and that the house will be loved again. Such a lot of work they will have to do though. No one has done anything since we moved in 15 years ago. Or they may tear it all down and start over. It will be interesting to watch.

 

Of course, greedy ole me, they got a insane amount of money for that house, the fence in the back yard is falling down and they never even cleaned up the weeds out back. The carpet is what my parents put in it in 1975. The appliances are from 1970 ( The boys gave me blow by blow details when they got back.)  Just think what I could ask for this one.
Then I say, but I would never live anywhere else that I would like better, but the greed sometimes gets to me. No weeds to chop, no water woes. Then there is the problem of the porches. I don't want to leave my porches. Or the tree in front. Funny things as  I write this, that I think are important.

Okay enough rambling on and on. Life is always changing isn't it? I keep thinking, I am going to get better with accepting things as they are, and I realize, I am still not any better at it.
It is Monday, the laundry baskets overfloweth.
Have a lovely week,
~Kim~

" I believe that a woman's true liberation is obedience to God. A real woman receives His Word, allows herself to be renewed and remade, redefined, transformed by that Word."
Elisabeth Elliot---Let Me Be A Woman

" Let your beauty be...the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible ornament of a gentle and quiet
spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God."
1 Peter 3:3-4