A Rainy Monday

What else can be added to a note with this title.  I personally find it a day to reflect a bit. Tobacco barn 2 My eyes opened this morning around six fifteen with the morning light peering in around the window curtains, and sprawled out pups around the bed.  Libby was quietly sleeping.  All is well with the world.

I think sometimes I have nothing to write about, but surely there are blessings to be noted.  Allowed to open my eyes this morning and put my feet on the floor is a blessing all its own.  Being my age has been a simple blessing in itself.  Health has been a blessing although age rears its ugly head occasionally in the form of one thing or another and I have to remember from whence my strength comes from.  God is my source.  He’s my father.  It’s His life that courses through me, giving me purpose to carry on.

I sit here with one of my little girls, Fiesta.  She’s sleeping under my left arm.  She’s so peaceful.  She is the smallest of the three Papillons.  The other two are kind of chubby.  They are in the office with Libby while she is going through her stuff for Vacation Bible School coming up mid to late June or something like that.  Maybe it’s July.  I don’t remember.

We have a tropical storm that is affecting us causing us to have quite a bit of rain.  Now, mind you, I don’t care if it rains, but at some point it becomes a problem for farmers.  That is something I remember my dad having to deal with when I was a child and along till he quit farming.  I remember when the tobacco fields were so wet we would attempt to take a small one row Allis-Chalmer tractor down truck rows and end up with the four feet high wheels buried almost completely in the mud.  We could not even consider putting another tractor into the field to pull it out.  It had to sit there until the weather cleared.  I’ve worked tobacco fields in the rain for days.  The only consolation was the tobacco gum was not as bad on my hands when that much water was soaking me all day long.

One thing I did enjoy, though, was to go out to the barns under the shelter that joined them together where the tractors were parked.  We had tobacco racks where we hung green tobacco waiting to be hung in the barn.  With nothing on the racks at the time, I would get tobacco sticks together on the racks up high and put a quilt on them with a pillow of sorts right up under the tin roof.  This was best done when we had some rainy spells when I could just lay up there and listen to the rain on the tin roof.  There were always birds and squirrels chirping and squawking around the barn area.  Grandmother’s house was right across the ditch separating me at the barn.  Sometimes in that cool summer rain I could smell her cooking.  It made life as near perfect as anyone could ask for.

It’s nice to reminisce about the past.  Maybe I can catch that feeling again I had then.  I think I do.  I feel so peaceful when it happens.  Don’t you just enjoy moments like that?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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