Patrick and Audrey ~ 1950s Five years ago today, Patrick, you left us suddenly. The shock and sorrow eased over time, but there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I still want to reach for the phone to call and give you the highlights of the day and hear you gasp or hear that laugh I loved so much. You remain in my heart always and I will keep talking to you until I see you again one day. This world is not the same without you, dear brother. I love and miss you.
It makes my heart happy to wish you another Happy Birthday, "Careostar". I respect and admire your constant homage to our Maker and I thank Him for bringing you into my life all those years ago. You are a beautiful lady with a beautiful heart and soul. I wish you all things good in your next year.
Poor little guys! Something or someone knocked over our two little deer last night. We are pretty sure that deer were the culprits as there were hoof marks in the mulch and I saw deer in the yard this afternoon. I set them back up and reinforced them with large rocks in case the deer have another unruly party under the cover of darkness.
Day 4 of rain and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. We needed it, so I won't complain. Our brown dry grass is now bright green and growing again. I am always amazed at what rain does to the earth and the flora. Everything literally comes back to life. The rain has been pretty steady, but light in nature. No downpours. I'm sure the deer and other creatures are very happy to have the streams full of water once again. Soon, the trees will be dressed in glowing colors and the smells of Autumn will surround us. I love this time of year.
Thank you, Pope Francis, for your visit to our country. We are blessed to have you here. If only all the people of the world could come together, love each other, and help the poor, what a wonderful world it would be.
My brother, Patrick, lived on Lake Texoma in Pottsboro, Texas. In 1971, Fisho and I drove there to spend a week with Patrick and his family. We crammed everything imaginable into that week including a fun day on the Lake. After our boating adventure, we spotted this copperhead. Everyone insisted it was dead, so we took this photo of me with it. As soon as I got up, the snake started to move. Was I lucky or what?
Receiving the Jim Fish Memorial Golf Tournament Trophy for 2015 is Scott Robb, my son Casey Fish (in the white shirt), Tony DiDonato, and Tom DiDonato.
Casey and his good friends have been playing in his dad's memorial tournament for 18 years, Every September, Casey makes a trip to Ohio to play in it. This year, September 14th was the 4th time his team has won the event. You can see the excitement on their faces and I'm sure Casey's Dad, who was an avid golfer, is proud.
I put blue ribbons on my fence to show I appreciate and respect the men and women of our local police department. They patrol our neighborhood and I believe they will have my back should I ever need them.
"September is transition, halfway to autumn. Birds migrate, and even a small yard with a modest stand of trees can provide small moments of wonder at nature's variety. Purple martins, with criss-crossed tails, string out along the telephone wires. Warblers alight briefly, one of the many feathered transients, as robins begin to disappear. Flower box plants begin to wither and are replaced by puffs of chrysanthemums ... yellow-white, lavender, amber and deep burgundy."
"Autumn is the time for remembering summer's gentle breezes... the time for crisp bright-colored leaves to fall to the earth below. All summer long they have hung overhead in lacy formation, their life-span one short spring and summer, making room for the new buds to rest during the winter... to bring forth new life in the spring... Fall is a bright and glorious end to their short stay."
"Oh, happy bright September morn, how sweet and soft you are, How very warm your morning sun, how bright your evening star. Across the hilltops dawning breaks, to start a full new day. The world is fair and nature smiles, as autumn finds her way."
"I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colors richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content."
Neither time nor distance can take away what we have been to each other. I am with you in spirit today, wishing you calm, quiet, love, happiness, and good health for you and your loved ones throughout the next year and thereafter.
No date on photo, but I'm guessing I was 3 or 4, which made it 1951 or 1952. I am on that back porch I loved so much on a chilly day wearing a darling coat and hat. How I wish Mom was still living so I could thank her for dressing me in lovely clothing when I was too young to know the difference.