Today the Skunk Hollow girls are getting together for our spring fling! We hang out, eat too much, dissect the universe, take walks, and basically accomplish nothing important! We all have skunk hats and/or scarves and tramp around town making people laugh (or shake their heads!).
As I sit and look out my door, it is raining. Everything is wet and there is a damp mist rising from the distant hills.
Last summer my sister and I spent an afternoon picking blue berries at my parents’ farm. We nibbled a few, dropped a few, but bucketed most of them. Chatting with each other and the disgruntled birds was part of the experience, but so were the stains on our hands. But those blue berries have sure tasted wonderful in salads, pancakes, muffins… Yum!
Today is the day I have been waiting for so long, I can scarcely remember when the dream actually started.
What a long, lovely delightful day! Started out early this morning, weaving my way through downtown Harrisburg looking for the State Archives building – as you see, we found it! Spent about an hour and a half looking though the familiar letters to Mary – all the photos and documents that lived with me for 13 years! Copies of about a dozen of them are tucked into my research folder and I am a happy camper!
Blessings….. M
I am heading out shortly to spend the night with my cousin in eastern PA – tomorrow morning I will drive over to the state archives museum to get copies of some of the letters to Mary. They are resting safely and with great comfort where they will be preserved and available for anyone to research, which is where they should be.
For Christmas last year I received as a gift a garden in a bag. All you did was open the bag, insert the bulb into the soil, water, and let it grow.
Take a moment today, amidst the yard work, parades, picnics, and parties, to remember those who gave so much. I, for one, am thankful for the life I have the opportunity to live, to choose where to work, where to live, to be independent, and above all, to worship in the manner in which I choose.
, and as I knelt beside his grave on Saturday and brushed away a few grass clippings, I felt a sense of pride and thankfulness for the man that he was, both as my father and as a person who served his country. Enjoy your day, and thank a veteran! M
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