Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Saturday, May 26, 2018


Thankful the young man that helped me plant many flowers surrounding this cottage
arrived this morning to weed and mulch.   A good buy at the nursery, mulch 5 bags for $10.00
All planted is thriving and multiplying, love the thriving look but miss so that I cannot weed
and work along side of him, but I can direct.

Several have asked "will family be with you this holiday weekend" and I quickly respond "no just me" Jamie with her girls and Beth probably has errands and her dad.    I am fine just sitting and
observing the beauty surrounding me, turkeys in front soybean field, feeders full of birds and
plants everywhere are huge.

What am I going to eat, do not eat much as nothing seems tasty and Shingles still bothering my mouth, eyes, ear and face.    I remember the local market grills sometimes on holidays, slowly
into my car and head for the market.   Oh yes I could smell them cooking, rrbs on the grill.
I have baked beans, tomato and cottage cheese and this is fine for me.

Asparagus in season and buy some, plus bananas as I eat one a day and some more yogurt as almost

I eat and the memory surfaces how much my dad loved to cook.   My parents first small home
"finally" I was 14 years of age and immediately my father had a brick barbecue grill built in the yard,
he was so proud of it and ribs were his favorite to cook,   I have a huge crock that belonged to my parents and they would always fill it with fresh lemonade whenever they cooked outside.

I am finished eating, kitchen cleaned and now will sit and read until my early bed time.

I might mention that my helper that I have depended greatly on has hurt his shoulder and may have to
have surgery.  Will be weeks before he returns,  So I cannot give up driving and will be very careful.
A young woman arrives several evenings to help me inside, thankful for this.

The day in the life of someone on a rural road in the country.

I have so many blessings
as you age
a lot changes
I am accepting
but do not like it
at all......

Friday, May 25, 2018

Happiness Is

Happiness is receiving this picture and note
from my daughter in Tampa
my oldest granddaughter
and baby Graham
my first great grandchild

their visit

Wednesday, May 23, 2018


Special words I just read..

"Let today
be the day
you give up
who you are

you can become"

Hal Elrod

Friday, May 18, 2018

A Lost Art

Do not believe many iron anymore.
Memories of my mother ironing, she loved to iron and can remember Spring and Fall cleaning and curtains were washed, starched and ironed,  my grandmother would move a small table and pull the ironing board secured in a cabinet out of the wall. and iron.    She would starch and iron my Sunday dresses to
perfection and remember I could hardly sit on the pew in them :)

I starched and ironed my daughter's dresses and loved ironing my son and husbands shirts
Ironed pillow slips feel wonderfully smooth and like this.

There was help when my 4th child was born, but 5 in this home.  I was working and remember
Willie Mae so well, guess the only one who ironed to my satisfaction.

I now  wear blouses over tank tops, old blouses of soft cotton (cannot find them anymore in stores or
Amazon)  a basket full and sometimes just put in dryer for a minute to remove wrinkles.

Have wanted to iron again, iron and board up in storage room and do not feel real secure going up and down the stairs to balcony and into that room.    Recently had my assistant bring board and iron
downstairs into small utility room.   Kind of crowded in there but I can look out the window.

My plan was to iron one item every day, but this morning ironed 4 blouses and 2 pillow cases,
I find this relaxing....
Occasionally have seen my daughter's iron
and wonder if granddaughter's do this ?

On this sunny day this, miss a clothes line

Monday, May 14, 2018

Witnessing a Killing

Every evening when my helper arrives
she checks the baby Bluebirds, watches them being fed ,  takes images and has looked up a lot of information on these birds
and shares with me.

Oh how I hate to tell her this evening what happened.

I repeatedly chase the squirrels away as they sit on top of the Blue Bird house.
This is easy as I can just stand on the deck and clap my hands and they leave.

Now so sad as I recall yesterday evening.

All of family has left
I glance out of the window as I clean kitchen
and see a long thick item hanging out of the bird house.
Without thinking  grab my long walking stick
head out the door, onto screen porch and down the stairs into the flower bed.

I want to cry, a snake hanging out of the opening and birds, the parents and several kinds are in a frenzy
flying around.   I step off of the black top drive into the flower bed put the walking stick against
the snake trying to knock him off of blue bird house, he or she just crawls in the house.

I am helpless with my balance issue of going further into the garden and lifting latch on little house.
Tears flowing down my cheeks
as I imagine baby birds, fed by the parents and watched daily by me and Mashell
are being eaten.

I realize that it is difficult for me to return to house by  stepping  up on blacktop and continue up the steps and inside
realize I did not bring phone with me and for a moment frightened and fear falling
steadying myself I am able to step up on the blacktop and continue inside.

So thankful
and a reminder to start wearing an alert I have used and stopped when my son arrived
6 weeks ago.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

No Words To Share

No words to share as I viewed
my granddaughter
and my 5 month great grandson

I just  sit at my computer and smile
and think

How can you explain the love of a Mother

Mother's Day

This mother does it her way
it is my way of showing love

Texas Baked Beans
fill the air with such a tempting scent.
Blue Lake Green Beans are simmering (from a friends garden canned last summer
Deviled Eggs, a family favorite, a dozen fill a plate
2 Chickens purchased that were cooking on a grill.
but miss making my Oriental Slaw

Girls bringing more

and my youngest granddaughter;s favorite
Lemon Ice Box pie
just topped
and now in Fridge along with a Chess Pie

Each entering this door
are loved so deeply.

When my son arrived 6 weeks ago my desk was piled high with paper work
and look at my desk at this time.
a lot has been done during his visit
now everyone back to their normal routines

Safe travel wishes
my son.