While many Americans look forward to Cinco de Mayo as an excuse to enjoy a cold marg and tacos, and often mistake the date for Mexico’s Independence Day, which is Sept. 16, the holiday actually celebrates a great victory in the country’s history, when it defeated France at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862.
This week and last has been a busy time for me. I have been planting, and preparing my garden and vegetables for this garden season. I am excited to see what all I harvest from it. I have plenty to watch that’s for sure. There is a certain kind of gratification when you work with your own hands and produce beneficial things for yourself and your family. I love working in the dirt, and if the Lord allows me, I will do it for as long as I can.
I will be a grandmother for the fourth time, in September. This one will be a little boy, I am beyond elated.
I want to let you know I will get back to writing as soon as I can. I am busy during gardening season. I have lots to plant and am hoping for a big harvest. There is instant gratification when I work in the dirt. I love towatch things grow and give to my family something I did with my own hands.
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I will be getting the Covid shot this Friday and I am nervous. Lots of mixed feelings concerning this. I am a Diabetic so I need to do it, but am hesitant. What are you all’s thoughts?
Many have wrote me and said my RSS feed is not working correctly. I do not have experience with that sort of thing and I am not quite sure how to fix that. So I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.
Anyone who knows something about it, if you will write me at Mwsrwritings@gmail.com I would appreciate the help!
So as with each and every day I hope yo know that you are loved and should be cherished. I hope God watches over you all. I appreciate all the reads, the shares, and the comments!
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I shall see you on this side of the rainbow~! MwsR
Age is a quality of mind. If you have left your dreams behind, If hope is cold, If you no longer look ahead, If your ambitions’ fires are dead — Then you are old.
But if from life you take the best, And if in life you keep the jest, If love you hold; No matter how the years go by, No matter how the birthdays fly– You are not old. http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=652
This poem is in the public domain. A Henry Samuel Fritsch was born in 1878 in Illinois who was a pastor and a poet. He died in 1933 and is buried in Jacksonville, Florida. We do not know for certain that he is the author of this poem, but it is the only information we’ve been able to find. Many thanks to Maggie Ashcroft for her research.
It was glorious, colorful autumn. We’d just left the coffee shop. When we walked by, she had giggled and pulled me inside, saying, “C’mon, let’s be basic white girls and get some pumpkin spice!” I don’t like coffee. I never had. But when she handed me my cup and looked into my eyes while I tried it, it was the best thing I’d ever tasted. My hand still tingled where she grabbed it. As we walked through the park with our drinks, a light drizzle began to fall. She pulled out an umbrella from her bag, I pulled up my hood and hunched my shoulders. “Don’t be silly,” she giggled, pulling me under the umbrella with her. I couldn’t help but laugh too, her laugh is infectious. As the sun started to shine again, she pulled me down to sit on a bench. She beamed down at me, and I could only gaze back adoringly. “So Ava…” She began. I knew this tone of voice, it’s dangerous. “Who do you like?” She whispered, and I looked away. I wanted to say, ‘you, you, a thousand times you. You’re the only one I can ever think about. You’re gorgeous and sweet and funny and…’ Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my cup. She looked at me with a cautious smile. “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?” “Okay,” I said. “The person I like… …is you.” I drop my drink. Read the entire love story
Share your smile, all too often someone has lost their smile. Share your things, for someone else, is in need. Share your time, for some time, is almost gone. Share your love, because you remember needing it yourself, once or twice. Share words of hope, someone needs to hear them today. Share and in sharing you will find inner joy…inner peace…wow what a way to get your “sums of money worth”.
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