A Grandmothers Love

Take a few minutes and remember your grandmothers love for you. There is nothing like it.

Poem Written for Me & Bubba

This beautiful poem was written by a coworker of mine. It is wonderful and I want to make sure he gets credit for this great writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Click on the poem and it will open in a new window large enough for you to read.

Rainbow Bridge Poem

This was sent to me by a friend Lu, thank you. It is in memory of my beloved Bubba.

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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

In Memory of Bubba

I had planned on writing a different Blog last night but things changed. Today's will be about my beloved Bug dog Bubba.

Coming home from work is always a joy because my dogs eagerly and lovingly meet me with wiggles, kisses and smiles every day. If I had a bad day they would instantly cheer me up with their loving eyes and understanding even if they did not understand a word I said.

I just recently wrote about Bubba as he helped me in the garden. Last night he was out there helping me again when I got home from work. My husband came in the yard and Bubba was so excited to see him he ran right in front of his truck. I saw the whole thing and there is nothing you can do to stop them as they are so excited to see everyone.

Unfortunately he got hit. I was in total shock, he took off running to the house which I thought was a good thing. After getting into the house I examined him and he just had a cut or two on his face and was walking fine. He looked like he was not feeling well and I assumed it was from being hit and had bruises. He went to his bed and stayed there for awhile until he came out and put his head on my foot and I thought he was doing better. I prayed over him and petted him, telling him how sorry I was and hoping he would get better.

When I went to bed he got up and went back to his bed. If he wasn't better in the morning I was going to take him to the vet. I came down the steps hoping he had bounced back a little more and was on the mend. To my utter dismay he had passed away during the night, laying in his bed. I had prayed he would be better.

So forgive me today if this might not be the best post but my heart is breaking. I have lost a love that cannot be replaced. My dogs are like family to me and they love me with all their hearts as I do them. A heaviness is in my heart today. I know I will be okay at some point but I need to grieve the loss of Bubba so forgive me if I am not up to par.

I need to find forgiveness in my heart also towards my husband who did not mean to do this. I am upset and I know he is too. Right now I need to look deep in my heart to bring that forgiveness up.

My other dog Bailey, which is Bubba's brother is acting very distant right now and won't go back to their beds. I hugged him and told him how sorry I was. He is acting real sad and of course he was sleeping next to Bubba during the night. I can only imagine what is going on in his mind right now.

So if you see me today or talk to me, I really could use a hug and some extra TLC. My heart is broken and needs to mend.

My Garden Produce

So what is there to write about when it comes to gardens? For me a garden is therapeutic. I love working in the dirt, planting each seed, nurturing it, pulling weeds (yes I do like pulling weeds) and watching the tiny seeds sprout and grow. I love the smell of the dirt as it is freshly tilled before I put the seeds in the ground. I eagerly check the garden each and every day to see if anything has come up.

My two little Bug dogs, Bailey and Bubba love to help me when it comes to the garden. When I planted the potatoes I dug each hole and carefully put a piece of potato in that had an eye. Good thing I had extra because those two watched me and decided once I had my back turned they would grab them and run. So I learned to cover the eyes before I went to the next one so they couldn't see them. While I am weeding they have to be right there, sniffing under the leaves to see if there might be something they just couldn't live without. As I pull the weeds Bubba has decided it is his job to help me and he grabs the weed as it is being pulled from the ground and shakes it. You can just see the pride in his face because he knows he is doing a good job helping me. He has figured out what the weeds are and doesn't bother the garden plants. If only I could train him to go out and weed it for me.



I am an avid nature lover so being outside when the weather is good is my top priority. I don't like hot humid weather but love the rest. I am intrigued by the different bugs, don't necessarily like picking them up but do enjoy watching them.
This little green worm came crawling out of my garden goodies so he made his way up the chair as I was snapping beans.



Snapping beans is so relaxing to me. I sit out under my big maple tree and soak in all the beauty around me. My dogs love fresh green beans that are raw so Bubba waits anxiously for one to drop. Then he grabs it and runs, chews it up and comes back for more. Of course I drop a few more just so I can watch his little game. He actually smiles while he is waiting for the bean to fall.

The best part of the whole garden is eating the goodies that I pick. We live high on the hog in the summer eating vegetables at about every meal. I love to take my cucumbers and kohlrabi with me to work for my lunch break. I have become very creative when preparing the vegetables so as to not get boring.

This picture above is a portion of the vegetables from my garden I picked Sunday. God has abundantly blessed us this year. I can hardly wait for the first red succulent juicy tomato to sink my teeth into. There is nothing like the first bite of a tomato as it has ripened on the vine.

Sunset at Clear Lake, IA

Saturday night we decided to drive to Clear Lake, IA after eating in Mason City, IA. It was such a beautiful evening, we had our wonderful neighbors with us Brenda and Dale. Having neighbors like them is so great, God blessed us neighbors whom we can laugh and have fun with.

Once we got to Clear Lake we could see there was some action in the City Park so we parked the car and took a stroll over to see what it was all about. The park was packed with people of all ages, lawn chairs, blankets, benches and picnic tables were being used by the many people enjoying the music and beautiful weather. I don't know who the band was but they were very good, playing some songs from the 70's which I grew up with and many others.

As we got there the sun was just setting and I couldn't resist taking a picture of the beautiful sunset over the lake. There was a very slight breeze so the water was quite calm, sails boats gliding over the water so quiet you couldn't hear them. We walked over to the beach front and sat on the wall for awhile. The air so fresh and smelling of the the lake water, every so lightly lapping at the docks. We could not have asked for a better night.

This is a picture of the sunset at Clear Lake, IA. I just want to sit and look at it and feel all the wonderful feelings of the evening. Fun, laughter, relaxing, and taking in God's beauty. I am so ever thankful.

Morning Glory

I am an early riser in the morning, it is my best time of the day. I cherish the peace and quiet of the morning hours as I drink my coffee, read my newspaper online and stand on the porch taking in all of God's beauty that surrounds me. I thank God for all that he has given me and I appreciate it all.

I have always been the first one up in our family. My husband can sleep late and it doesn't even bother him when he wakes up and I have done a couple loads of laundry, folded them, done dishes or empty out the dishwasher, swept the floors, talked with the dogs and let them out to run in the morning air.

I rarely wait for my alarm to go off and I jump out of bed, ready to take on the tasks of the day. Now my husband, sleepily stumbles out of the room, eyes half shut, yawns and really can't make conversations until he has been up for an hour. He has to have his tea and Oreo cookies before he can even remotely make any sense. I enjoy eatting my old fashioned rolled oats with ground flax seeds every morning with coffee of course.

This is a picture looking out over our corn fields to the East. The sun is just rising, shining down on our crops to kiss their leaves with golden sunlight. The stalks reach up to greet the sun. It is a new day and a new beginning.

It is funny how we are all so different yet really are the same in so many ways. Life wouldn't be any fun if we were all the same. I thank God for the differences so I can learn something from others.

Good morning world!