This Day

The Winter winds are blowing and soon it may be snowing,and I may need to come inside and stay; for I am not so very bold to go out and take a cold.

I'll be glad when Spring is here when I'll have no need to fear.

The Wintry blasts that are raging thur the land. I'll take up my hoe and rake and a garden I will make, For I know the Lord will give a helping hand. Sense and Nonsense in Poetry By Willis L.Tackette

That is a Red Bird flying to the feeder and it is just a blur. This is a Winter of snow that Arkansas has not seen in many years. We are to get 4 to 6 inches

Loving and Patient

Nothing else but seeing God in everything can make us loving and patient with those who annoy us.

By Hannah Whitall Smith

Feb 1832--May 1911

A lay speaker and author in the Holiness movement in the United States and the Higher Life movement in The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. She was also active in the Women's Suffrage movement and the Temperance movement.

Will you look at that

I was peeping out the window this morning to see what the day would be like when I spotted something green.

WOW! up under the melting snow was Spring.

Off We Go

What a dark and rainy day

The Bennie had to see his cardiologist in Memphis

Can you believe we were in and out in 45min

So shopping we can go and buy new bedding. I feel so gay and happy this red will do.

No! this is so full of cheer, I will take this

But this is what we got for on bed.

Much more suitable

and this for the master bed room

Sweet and neat.


It is still dark and gray with rain today. Just hope the sunshine is not far away.

Come, Spring, Come!

I say phooey on Winter time, with all its snow and ice; with cold winds from everywhere it don't make me feel so nice.

Been hibernating so awful long I am almost bent double; and besides the frost in my ears my rheumatics give me trouble. Just sitting here waiting for Spring and nursing my dried -up thumb, till the song birds begin to sing and the honey bee begin to hum.

Just sitting here waiting for Spring , to follow my highest ambition: to see things grow from the ground according to oldest tradition.

But every time I expose my face I nearly freeze my ears and nose, and by the time I get back in the house they look like the red, red, rose.

I long to be where the sun shines thru all the livelong year; to sit by the side of a banana tree, or fish from the shade of a pier.

O, Spring, Gentle Spring, please come and take away all of my pains. If I have to hibernate much longer I'll be buried before the Spring-rains!


Sense and Nonsense in Poetry by Willis L. Tackette

Tintype's

I got these old tintype photographs and my question ,are they always so disfigured looking? This lady was 1865--1938 The man was 1856--1920 they were the in-laws to the last lady's two daughters.

This lady died having her 7Th child in 1901 she was 39 years old 1862-1901
So when do you think these tintype's were taken? When did they stop taking tintypes?

A Visit To A Farm

My first of the month visit is to a great story teller who shares about life on the farm: As you may know Latane from Barton's in Wakefield are visiting a new blogger on the first of each month.We get to know a new blogger, join us it is fun. Go and visit and tell her I sent you. http://frontporchindiana.blogspot.com/