Anything is Possible

I knew what I wanted, but wasn’t sure how to get it. Mama would say, “You won’t know until you ask.” I began calling and asking.

I could see it as clear as day.

A Bougainvillea hanging in front of the kitchen window. I spend a good bit of time at that window and wanted something pretty to look at. That window could be a moment of refreshment.

After three phone calls to local nurseries, I found one who had them. They were not cheap, so I only bought one to make sure I didn’t kill it. I have this way of giving plants too much attention.

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This is my view from that window.

The leaves from the giant oak are falling, and it’s raining pollen today, but let’s shift our gaze up. Look straight at the beauty.

Big Red is within view, as we patiently await to hit the lake. (Counting the days)

This is how I live my life. There are no impossibilities, and the options are endless. A man I work with emailed this quote to the team today.

Imagine that you have no limitations, then decide what’s right, before you decide what’s possible. ~Brian Tracy.

Anything is possible.

In Human Form

As I sit here, eating the last of the candy corn, I’m noticing the change in season. Candy corn will not be available in stores until next October. I don’t hunt it down and hoard it, but enjoy it while it’s in season.

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Now is the last bloom of the season for my trusty Bougainvillea. This plant has been a teacher. Being tempted many times to give up on it and circumstances, it showed me with the proper watering and food, it will be spectacular. Throw in time and patience and beauty abounds. When it has everything it needs and the timing is just right, every branch blooms.

Soon, I will cut it back and tuck it away in the barn for a season of rest. I learned from last year, to cut it back more. Last summer was it’s first full blooming season, and I was leery of cutting it too much last fall. It’s getting cut way back this year, so I can get it out of the hanging basket. Maybe next year I’ll plant it firmly in the ground so that it can take root.

My initial reaction to the thought of planting it in the ground was to make sure I was going to be in this same house. To be able to enjoy it, I would need to be here, but it’s not always about me. This time, it’s what is best for this faithful plant. God moves swiftly in my life, so He will let me know where I am to be. The lease is up April 3rd, right before planting time.

When we are ready, the teacher will appear and it is not always in human form.

No Matter What

There is something about the weekend, that gives me a deeper sense of pleasure. It’s when I take extra time, walking through my world and noticing every little thing. What needs some extra attention and what grabs mine. Then that ADD moment when one of my fave songs comes on,  Somebody Like You, by Keith Urban.

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The first thing that needed some love was my chickens.

I raised Exotics and Layers a few years ago, but today, I only have three. Could I handle more? Why sure, but three is enough for my daughter and me to enjoy. When you start to have more, there is more money and maintenance involved. Plus, they lay eggs and for two people, you don’t need many eggs. That is when you have to start selling them and it turns into a weekend business. Uh, no.

After the chickens, I turned on the sprinkler.

The ground is dry and they enjoy scratching the earth. I caught myself standing in my kitchen, staring at the sprinkler for several minutes. There is a trumpet vine growing along the fence that I would love to see bloom one more time. The sprinkler will make the chickens, the vine and the earth happy.

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I fertilized the Bougainvillea yesterday going for one more massive bloom with it as well. There are two of these hanging from my front porch and they have been a labor of love. I have learned a lot watching these guys grow from twigs in the planters to the size they are now.

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While enjoying everything on the porch, I forgot the water I had turned on for tea. Have become quite attached to Rooibos. Once it was ready, a full cup came with me to sit and write.

My daughter is at her Dad’s this weekend, otherwise today would look somewhat different. We would be enjoying the moments together, but probably in town instead of home. After spending many years driving her to swim, dance, martial arts, various activities and those weekend birthday parties, it’s nice to enjoy my world today.

It’s never too late to stop and start over.

Our life together hasn’t always been easy, but it is still beautiful. How many 16 year olds say, “Mom? We are a great team. We have each others back no matter what.” Not many.