Random Five Friday

Time for a little randomness.  Our past few days can be described in three words: sore, sick and snowy.

1.) Wednesday morning, I had a little mishap and fell flat on my back in a local business. Motor Man was a couple of steps behind me, and managed to keep my head from hitting the floor. It’s amazing how many thoughts can go through your mind in the 2.5 seconds it takes to fall: “This is going to hurt, but how badly?” “Am I going to break any bones?” “How many people are seeing me fall?” “Exactly how LONG is it going to take me to hit the floor?”  Thankfully, a little soreness has been my only reminder.

2.)  Later that day, Motor Man began feeling poorly (or “po’ly” as the old folks used to say). He was fighting a tummy bug, but apparently, it was the 24-hour variety, so he’s feeling better.  Nurse Sundae says she’s been operating an infirmary around here.

3.) As mentioned yesterday, we had another winter storm, this one bringing even more snow than the last. With utmost respect to folks in Boston, we are now officially “over” winter.

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4.) We don’t see “our” ducks as often in the winter. I think they dislike snow, but they were here yesterday morning, waiting for their breakfast of corn.

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5.) I’m longing for sunshine, warmer days and a trip to see my horses.

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What words describe your week?

This is my second Friday to link up with Tanya’s “Willy Nilly Friday Five”. Thanks, Adrienne, for letting me know about this meme!

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~These Days Of Mine~

Snow Day

This photo was from last week’s snow storm.

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This morning, we’re in the throes of Round Two.  Time will tell if it provides the photo ops that we had last week. That will have to wait, because today, I’m takin’ a snow day.

~These Days Of Mine~

His Winter Coat

Sunday afternoon, I glanced out of our kitchen window to see a deer walking across the yard. I quietly went to the garage and opened our side door, hoping that I could get pictures of him as he came around the house.

Hmmm….seems he was waiting for me. (The little watering cans are part of a “rain chime” hanging from a tree branch.)

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He didn’t seem to be too bothered by me, and continued on his way. Note the iris foliage…yes, spring is coming.

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 Just look at that sweet little face.

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This may be my favorite of the pictures I took that day.

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Or it might be this one…

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I know when he’s eating my plants this spring and summer, I’ll be complaining, but he sure was pretty, dressed in his winter coat out there in the snow.

~These Days Of Mine~

Grandma’s Apron

The following post has been making the rounds on Facebook recently, and whenever I see it, it brings about thoughts of my grandmother.

The History of ‘APRONS’

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. 

But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion, was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

Grandma used her apron to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron – but love.

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Having twelve children, I’m sure my grandmother regularly used her apron for every one of those tasks.

 ~These Days Of Mine~

The “Ice Tree”

Over the weekend, Motor Man’s sister told me of a “photo op” near their Mom’s house.

We’re not sure how this came to be, but in the yard of one of Motor Mum’s neighbors, a tree was nearly covered in ice.

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Perhaps a sprinkler was on at some point during our frigid temperatures last week?

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I think Motor Man took this next picture from his side of the vehicle.

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However it happened, it made for a beautiful sight.

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Thanks, Carolyn, for spotting this and letting us know about it.

~These Days Of Mine~

Random Five Friday

Today’s R5F won’t be entirely snow-related, but since we’re still dealing with the 6-8 inches that fell Monday evening, it seems to be dominating most of my thoughts.  The snow hasn’t gone anywhere, schools are still closed, it’s three (3) degrees right now with a wind chill of minus-zero (-0), and I haven’t driven in four (4) days.  Who’s ready for spring?

1.) Speaking of spring, this isn’t the best quality photo (it was taken through a window), but we had a huge flock of FAT robins in our yard yesterday morning. Do they know something we don’t?

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2.) I shared this on my Facebook page earlier this week, but I thought the rest of you might also enjoy a chuckle. We soften our ice cream in the microwave for a few seconds to make scooping it easier. Sunday evening, after dishing up our nightly treat, I mistakenly/absentmindedly put the container (almost an entire half gallon, by the way) back in the microwave, rather than the freezer.  I discovered it the next morning. Note all that delicious cream nearly filling the glass tray…. sigh. And thanks to  Motor Man for helping clean up THAT.

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3.) Our front yard yesterday during morning’s golden hour.

“Just remember, in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed,
that with the sun’s love, in the spring, becomes the rose.”

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4.) It’s waiting for spring, too, and some pretty plants in that “bucket basket”.

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5.) And, in closing, yesterday’s sunset over our icy river.

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 Does your randomness this week include snow? Or melted ice cream?

~These Days Of Mine~

A Bittersweet Smile

Today, I’m participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, and I chose this prompt:

2. Something that made you smile this week.

Every Friday evening, Motor Man, his mom, Marshall and I have a mother-son double date. We usually either go to Outback or Cracker Barrel. Last Friday evening, we went to Outback.

Soon after we were seated, a couple came in and were seated across the aisle from us. But this wasn’t an ordinary couple. This was a dad and his daughter. She looked to be around 10 years old.

Dad had brought her to Outback to celebrate Valentine’s Day. My first clue was that he carried a single long-stemmed rose, wrapped as from a florist.

He was dressed not in jeans, but casual slacks and a dress shirt. His daughter was wearing a dress, boots and tiny (age appropriate) dangling earrings.

Dad soon helped her off with her sweater, and took a couple of pictures of her with his cell phone.  I contemplated going over to ask if I could take a photo of them together, then decided that’s what I should do.

He was very appreciative.  I took a couple of pictures of them, and he thanked me several times.

After I was seated back at our booth, Dad took a picture of her holding her rose. Then he gave her a Valentine card.

Thankfully, the dad had his back to us, so he couldn’t see me watching them, smiling and thinking what a wonderful, loving, attentive father he must be.

My dad died before I knew him. And, although my mom easily gave me the love of two people, there have been many times through the years that I longed to have a dad in my life.

That feeling isn’t nearly as strong as it was when I was a child, but, seeing that dad with his little girl Friday evening brought back that longing….just for a little while.

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~These Days Of Mine~