Old fashioned mamma
10-10-2003, 02:08 PM
Has I sit and look out my window, I see that the leaves have turned a brilliant yellow. Most on now on the ground, brought their by a nippy wind a few days ago. Soon it will be nippy everyday, with frost in the air, but in my homestead, I'll be warm from preparations already made for a long winter. I'm like a mother bear this time of the year, making preparations that will last until early spring.
I look around and see beauty everywhere. There are old homes here to admire and wonder how they were built back in the 1800's. Some have been kept up and valued, others have their faces not quite the same, and yet they have beauty all their own. I wonder how they brought the large stones in for their basement foundations. How did they make the brick that adorns many of the old homes here. Where did they come up with the plans on what they built.
I see the beauty in the tall majestic Maple trees that have stood the test of time. Their girth is wide, their branches reaching for the sky. Mixed among them are a few tall oak trees that lose their leaves before the other trees do and yet, they too stand majestic.
Then their are the fields of gold and although they've now given us their wealth of gold, they still have stubble that reminds me of their work this summer, producing wheat that will fill our tables this coming year. I stand amazed at how quickly it grows, how soon it ripens and how much work it takes to take it off the fields.
Then there is beauty in my home. The antiques that bring a smile to my face each time I walk past them. The one picture than hangs on my wall. The quilts that surround me, the little kittens now opening their eyes. But the true beauty is in my kids faces, the unconditional love they have there, the laughter that so quickly comes to them, the awe in their eyes when they've discovered something new.
Yes there is beauty surrounding me everywhere this morning here on my homestead.
I look around and see beauty everywhere. There are old homes here to admire and wonder how they were built back in the 1800's. Some have been kept up and valued, others have their faces not quite the same, and yet they have beauty all their own. I wonder how they brought the large stones in for their basement foundations. How did they make the brick that adorns many of the old homes here. Where did they come up with the plans on what they built.
I see the beauty in the tall majestic Maple trees that have stood the test of time. Their girth is wide, their branches reaching for the sky. Mixed among them are a few tall oak trees that lose their leaves before the other trees do and yet, they too stand majestic.
Then their are the fields of gold and although they've now given us their wealth of gold, they still have stubble that reminds me of their work this summer, producing wheat that will fill our tables this coming year. I stand amazed at how quickly it grows, how soon it ripens and how much work it takes to take it off the fields.
Then there is beauty in my home. The antiques that bring a smile to my face each time I walk past them. The one picture than hangs on my wall. The quilts that surround me, the little kittens now opening their eyes. But the true beauty is in my kids faces, the unconditional love they have there, the laughter that so quickly comes to them, the awe in their eyes when they've discovered something new.
Yes there is beauty surrounding me everywhere this morning here on my homestead.