Sew Much to Be Thankful For

I know I can't possibly list ALL of the things that I am thankful for as of right now, so I'm not even going to try. I don't want to leave anything out and accidently hurt anyone's feelings. I know my mind doesn't work well enough to be thorough. However, I have hidden several hints for certain blog readers to pick up on and know that I'm talking about them. Sew...here goes!

The simplicity of certain things in life can often take me by surprise. Sometimes just a new look that Emily gives to me makes me feel like I'm looking at a model on the cover of Vogue magazine. Maybe that's a bad comparison because I would probably think that a model on the cover of Vogue magazine needed to be covered more properly! ha! oh well.

Okay, Sew, Here's a little story...

Once upon a time there lived a nice little lady, for the sake of this story we'll call her Darla. She lived high in the mountains with her small amazon parrot. One day as she sat at her dining room table she thought about how nice it would be if her grandchildren would visit her. Just then, she heard the sound of a small tractor approaching. Quickly, she went to the front door to see who was coming. Why would a tractor be coming to her house? As she looked out, she saw a strangely clothed man, with a long beard. He had that Hillbilly appearance and yet he looked rather innocent, so she went out on the porch to greet him. The man approached, he bid her a Good morning, and then asked if she knew where he might find the cabin that his brother Vander had built. No, she said, she didn't know anyone by that name, nor did she know about a newly built cabin. He thanked her and then complimented her on how nicely manicured her property was, it almost looked like a park. Not a city park, but a nice park in the woods. She asked him for his his name, so she could thank him properly. "Caesar, ma'am", he replied. She thanked him for his kind remarks about her property and sent him away with best wishes in his search for his brothers cabin.

As our story continues, we find the dear lady in her kitchen. When she heard a small knock at the door. It was a friend whom she had known for many years. Her friend had introduced her to quilting years ago as she was preparing her home for her family. The dear friend had a special gift for quilting, knitting, and doing other handicrafts, and had passed on many of her carefully made items to friends and family alike. Today, Darla was feeling a little blue over some burdens that she was trying to bear and she was thrilled to receive a visit from her long time friend. After inviting her friend into the kitchen, they shared their hearts over steaming cups of tea. What an encouragement her friend was to her, always helping her to remember her gracious Savior and the love he has for her. Finally, it was time for her friend to go. She and her husband were traveling to Canada to go hunting on their favorite trail. Even though she was sad that their visit had come to an end, she was so thankful for the time they'd had together no matter how brief it was.

When Darla returned from the yard where she had said goodbye to her friend, she decided to sit down in her living room and look at her pink photo album. There were so many memories recorded here in the photographs. She and her husband had labored for years to build an empire, often working so hard that it would boggle her mind! Suddenly, she got a chill and got up to switch on the ceiling fan. When it didn't come on she thought she'd better go and check the circuit breaker. Sure enough, that had been the problem, something had switched breaker off. She switched it back and made her way back to the living room. As she sat down again, she realized that she was thirsty for some fresh blackberry juice that she had made. She went to the refrigerator and took the cork out to pour a bit in a glass. It was cool and refreshing. Realizing how cold it was outside she thought she'd better go outside and pick the last of the tomatoes in case of a frost. She had failed to cut her last flowering dahlia's and wasn't about to let the frost claim anything else! She went to the closet and put on he scarf and a coat. It was chilly outside! Perhaps when she came inside she would put on some fire logs and sit by the fire. Sitting by the fire and reading her Bible would be a great way to pass some of the afternoon.

As she came back into the house, she notice that her parrot was...

To be continued...