Azaleas, tulips, daffodils and more…

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Achoo!!! Achoo!!!! Just a moment. Here comes another one!! Achoo!!!!

Yes, the time of year has arrived when pollen is covering the cars, window screens and deck furniture. There is a foggy mist of yellow floating in the air. Spring is full of new life.

Azaleas begin to burst open with bright colors of red, purple and pink. Tulips are standing tall side by side each morning waiting to open and share their beautiful colors. Yellow daffodils pop up in flower beds and beckon to be picked to adorn a glass vase.

Wonderful signs of life and changing seasons. Thank You Lord.

Have you taken a walk lately? What change of season wonders have you noticed? I love the flowers. Such beauty.

Then, of course, this means the lizards are back climbing up and down the bricks on the front of the house and jaunting here and there on the back deck.  Sorry, but I don’t care for lizards. Maybe one day I won’t dislike them so much.

Achoo!!! Achoo!!! A few more sneezes. I hope I don’t accidentally wash any tissues in the washing machine. That makes a mess. Oh, well…. “It’s Always A Story With The Henderson’s”.

Blessings, Spring flowers and giggles,
Mimi

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Writing woes and wonders…

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Hello,

Yes, I am continuing to write my first Christian fiction novel. There is so much to learn while trying to complete this story.  Questions keep filling my thoughts. Should I have an agent? Should I indie publish or try the traditional publishing route? What if my story isn’t good enough? What if no one likes the story? What if? What if? What if?

Then… I remember. PRAY before writing. PRAY for guidance. PRAY for wisdom. A simple prayer asking God for wisdom, discernment and revelation as to what I should write. My husband suggests that I complete the story and then we can concentrate on how to get published.

Peace and comfort come over me when I turn this “writing” over to God. He has a plan.

Thank you to everyone who gives me encouraging words and prayers.

I’ll keep you in the loop as I travel this writing road… and yes, there have been many funny happenings  in the life of the Henderson family.  “It’s Always A Story with The Henderson’s”.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

Log trucks and porta-pottys

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Many changes are happening in our neighborhood. The local grocery store is busy every day of the week, more vehicles traveling the streets, more people walking their dogs, more new neighbors. I remind myself change can be a good thing.

We knew change was coming because the first sign of new construction is when a truck delivers the porta-pottys. Funny how I always notice the porta-pottys sitting alongside the construction area. Not sure what makes my eyes direct that way each time. Maybe it’s the bright blue or maybe because they always seem to be leaning and I worry about whoever goes inside. 🙂

Our little part of the county is changing big time. Roads are being extended beyond their current path. Log trucks filled with trees that have been cut down to make way for the new roads slowly creep along the street in front of our home. Those trucks seem to moan with each load. Wonder the age of those cut trees? Do the rings truly show the age of a tree?

My husband worries about the animals who have lost their environment due to the clearing of the forest. Even the sounds in the neighborhood are different. Where the sound was once quiet now there are saws, bulldozers, clearing equipment and log trucks.

More homes being built. More people moving into this neighborhood. How will the new neighbors be greeted? With friendliness? Will they be ignored just because they are new? I hope not. We were once the new people in the area and were welcomed with genuine friendliness.

Change in the neighborhood brings more opportunity to show God’s love. Extend a hand to a stranger, give a smile and a “Welcome”, share some local activities with the new folks and yes, pray for them.

Change can be a good thing even if it involves log trucks and porta-pottys. 🙂

Has your neighborhood experienced changes? How have the people dealt with those changes? Look around your area and see how you can show God’s love to others.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

 

Does Stanley have a concussion?

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My family enjoys bird watching. Right now, we have a suet feeder hanging on the back porch deck. The morning chirps give the signal of birds arriving and enjoying the food. Bluebirds, cardinals, juncos, doves, brown thrashers, wrens, warblers and many other birds visit the feeder.

There is also a squirrel who has decided the suet feeder is for him, too. He (I am assuming the squirrel is a male) runs across the back field, jumps up a hill, reaches our house and scales the wood deck like a super hero. Stretching his long body from porch railing to the pole holding the feeder, the squirrel picks at the suet. Little birds sit on fence posts and watch. He is in charge for the moment.

Recently, the suet feeder was empty. The birds flew up to the feeder and then, back to the forest, with empty stomachs.

I saw the squirrel approaching the back porch. Alan suggested throwing some old peanuts outside for the hungry fella. So, I opened the door and threw out some treats. As soon as the peanuts hit the porch, that squirrel jumped on them. The excitement!!

Alan decided we needed to give the squirrel a name. His name would be Stanley Squirrel. Good name. Cute name.

The next day Stanley showed up at the back door but all the peanuts were gone.  Alan suggested giving him some old crackers. Sounded like a good idea.

Stanley was there on the porch looking for food. As I opened the door to say, “Stanley, I don’t have any more peanuts. Here is a cracker.”, that squirrel raced for the back door like he was coming inside the house.

Quickly, I slammed the back door hard enough to make the walls shake, afraid that he would come in the house. Stanley stood on the back porch welcome mat looking in the window. He seemed confused. Probably thinking “Crazy lady.”

With my nerves calmed, it was time to throw out a cracker. Noticing Stanley was not close by, I slowly opened the door and peeked out. Stanley came running. I broke apart a cracker and threw it, hoping to land the cracker on the grass in the yard.

The cracker hit Stanley in the head. OH, NO!!! What did I do?  Stanley appeared dazed for a few seconds. I worried and then, all of a sudden, he looked at the cracker, picked it up and headed for the forest behind our house. As I called Alan at work to give him the details of my morning adventure, he asked, “Do you think Stanley has a concussion?”

My goodness!!!! No Stanley does not have a concussion. He is fine and has returned for more treats. 🙂

It’s Always A Story With The Henderson’s.

Do you ever feed the birds and squirrels? God gives us nature to enjoy and also, gives us plenty to laugh about. Have fun today! Share your animal stories.

Blessings,
Mimi

Mama’s Tissues

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An awful head cold has attached itself to me this week. I usually deal with sinus infections, however this time, just a plain old fashioned head cold. Congestion one minute, runny nose the next minute, ear ache and sore throat. No fun being sick.

Luckily, due to my love of coupons, there are boxes and boxes of tissues stacked up in the closet. Great deals can’t be passed on and head colds and stuffy/runny noses can happen at any time. Yes, I am that person who buys tissues while we are healthy.

As I have carried a box of tissues around the house all week, day and night, I remembered something very special. Amazing how something as simple as tissues can cause a fond memory.

Under the long sleeved shirt my Mama would wear, she delicately tucked two or three neatly folded tissues next to her soft wrists. She always had a tissue, just in case. I think about the last years of her life, sitting in a wheelchair, and laying the tissues on her lap. She folded them to have perfect creases and tucked them under her sleeve.

Is that the real reason  I buy so many tissues? Special memories of my Mama. She went to Heaven on February 5, 2013, one week before her 92nd birthday. Mama and Daddy gave me a wonderful, blessed life and I miss them both dearly.

A smile comes across my face every time I see a box of tissues and I think of Mama. Thank you God for special memories.

Blessings,
Mimi

 

A blueberry giggle….

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Some days the Lord gives me the silliest experiences. He knows how much I love to laugh, and He sends me plenty of reasons to laugh out loud.

Yesterday, after purchasing blueberries, bringing them home, rinsing them under cool water and preparing to pat dry them with a paper towel, I decided to taste one or two of the delicious fruit. The sweet taste of a good plump blueberry was more than I could resist.

Ahh…. picking up a couple of berries and preparing to pop them in my mouth, all of a sudden, one of those cute little blueberries jumped right out of my hand and went flying through the air. OH, NO!!! Where did it go?

“Nobody move!” I shouted as I stood spread eagle in a secret agent position (or what I think that might look like) by the kitchen counter. There was just my hubby and me in the house and he wasn’t even in the kitchen. I wonder who was listening to my bold orders.   Knowing that if my feet moved, I might actually step on the blueberry and squish it, making the bottom of my shoes blue and possibly staining the floor.

Oh, the dilemma. Whatever shall happen? Where did that little berry land? Our kitchen is small so it could not have traveled far.

Slowly, inch by inch, I crept and ALL OF A SUDDEN….

The lonely blueberry fell out of the vest I was wearing over my turtleneck sweater. Evidently it had traveled a path down inside my vest and when I stood straight up, the berry escaped.

Crisis averted. No stain on the shoes, floor, or my shirt. I am a happy lady.

Thank you Lord, for giving me the giggles every day. Have you laughed today?

Blessings, giggles and love,
Mimi

Scout Flakes

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Have you ever heard how hummingbirds send a few “scouts” to investigate where the good food is located, before all the other hummingbirds arrive?

Yesterday evening,  we prepared for the huge snow “event” to arrive in Virginia. Dinner at a local eatery was on the schedule to celebrate my sister’s birthday. Everything should work out fine, as the snow wasn’t scheduled to arrive until midnight.

Yet, backing the car out of the garage and venturing onto the main road , we noticed a few snowflakes dancing in front of the headlights. What? How can this be? The time is only 5:00pm, not even close to midnight.

Hubby announced in a bold voice, as if to scare away anymore snowflakes, “Those are Scout Flakes. They won’t stick to the ground. We’ll be alright. Dinner will be over before the big snow arrives in town.”

As our family enjoyed delicious food at the restaurant, I kept my eyes on the window close by the table. Those “Scout Flakes” had returned and brought more friends with them. The parking lot lights gave a reflection of lightly dusted vehicles. Nothing major, and I was thankful.

Dinner was delicious, but, most of all, celebrating my sister’s birthday was very special.  Afterward,The family arrived to each home safely. Those “Scout Flakes” danced around and around the neighborhood until they came back with many more flakes. Today, we have about 6 inches of snow on the ground and the sky is still full of falling snowflakes.

A good day for resting, reading good books and snuggling under a blanket. Let those flakes play in the air. I am staying inside and enjoying the sights from the warmth of home.

Thank You Lord, for family, food, warm homes, birthdays, and always lots of giggles. Yes, and thank You Lord, even for the snowflakes.

Hope you are warm and enjoying the day,
Blessings and snowflakes,
Mimi

 

Lost mittens…..

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January 1, 2017 and I have already lost something. Yes, I have lost a pair of mittens. Well, actually they are nice ladies gloves. I have several pairs of gloves. Some for casual wear and some more dressy times. I like to purchase gloves when they are on sale because, yes, there is always a need for gloves in the winter.

Yesterday, hubby and I made the usual trip to the grocery store, took down and put away  Christmas decorations and cleaned house. That was one day ago. Here I was thinking about how organized we are and feeling rather proud of our accomplishments.

Not so fast smarty pants!!! Where are my gloves? The soft and comfy ones that are always in the basket in the closet, ready for wear. They are nowhere to be found. A thorough investigation of the inside the house and the car have proven the gloves are really missing.

Now, why am I so concerned about this particular pair of gloves? Not that they are my best pair or that they were expensive. No, the problem is that I don’t like to lose things. I am a list maker and I didn’t feel the need to write where I left my gloves. So, the mystery remains a mystery.

Maybe those elusive gloves will reappear one day. That would be great!  But, if they never show up again, I will be okay. By telling myself to stop worrying and that I can’t control every little thing, the missing gloves are teaching me more than one lesson.

Lesson 1: Missing gloves are not the end of the world. I do have more gloves to wear.
Lesson 2: Stop trying to rush around and finish every little task in one day. Everything that isn’t completed today will still be here tomorrow.
Lesson 3: Always put the gloves back in the basket in the closet. That is why we put a basket in the closet. 🙂
Lesson 4: Remember God always finds ways to make me laugh and this is one of those times.

Have you ever lost something like gloves? Did you find them at a later time? God always has a message for us in each and every event in our lives, even with missing gloves. Are you listening for His message?

Happy New Year!
Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

“Age is just a number…… “

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Recently,  as Alan and I were walking to the entrance of the grocery store,  we noticed the familiar red  bucket and person ringing the bell, at the front of the store. As I have written in a previous blog post, we always hold hands, so as Alan took his other hand and reached in his pocket to get out a donation for the red bucket… IT happened.

As Alan dropped the donation into the red bucket, the nice man looked at us and said, “You two are the second elderly couple that I have seen holding hands today.”

Shocked, we looked at each other, stopped in our steps and said, “How old do you think we are?” Good thing we have a sense of humor. You see, I am 56 and Alan is 58. Not elderly.

The man looked so embarrassed and really didn’t know what to say. We laughed and he laughed. Of course, we had to keep chatting about the incident.

We are blessed to remember that “age is just a number”.  So, if you see us and you think we are older, that is okay. Our hair is thinning and gray.

Yet, even if we look older, we will always be kids at heart. Kids who love to laugh at the simplest joys in life and find pleasure in simple everyday blessings from God.

Blessings of laughter, holding hands, meeting people in the parking lot at the grocery store, and things like me asking “Where are my reading glasses?” and realizing they are on the top of my head. Yes, the simple things in life.

It’s Always A Story with the Henderson’s

Have a blessed day and find something to laugh about,
Mimi

Noodle directions…..

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Hubby and I decided to have a delicious home cooked meal on Saturday evening. After a day of grocery shopping, electronic recycling and cleaning house, we chose to prepare baked pasta and a nice healthy salad for our dinner.

We were so proud of ourselves as we worked together, side by side, in our tiny kitchen, preparing this meal. The grocery store was out of our regular pasta, so, hubby had bought some of that “No boil” pasta. Yes, there was an “issue”.

Pouring the penne noodles out of the box, filling the dish with sauce, sprinkling on a bit of parmesan cheese and mozzarella cheese, we were so proud of ourselves. What a fancy dinner we would enjoy!

Strange thing is that neither one of us read the directions for the “no boil” pasta. Seems we had forgotten a very important part of the dish. ADD WATER.

“No boil” meant “No boil”, not “Don’t add water.” Silly us.

No wonder the noodles were so crunchy. Good thing we looked at each other and burst into laughter. We knew we better read the directions this time and next time.

All was well. Water added, noodles cooked, baked pasta was delicious.

Yes, folks, “It’s Always a Story with the Henderson’s” heehee

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi