See this green? There are deer and armadillo and wild pigs, bluebirds, eagles, hawks and an occasional mountain lion, along with the coyote, bobcats, turtles, snakes, ticks, chiggers (hey, we live in the Ozarks) spiders and mud. Pure heaven--okay it would be better without the chiggers, spiders, snakes and ticks, but I take what I can get on this trail.
I crave the wilderness, which is why I'm feeling some melancholy right now, as my mother has been forced to move from her country cabin into an apartment where there are built-in neighbors who seek her out to talk to her and force her into conversation--a necessity for her mental health right now. One minute, she's talking about selling the place, and the next minute, she's talking about when she can return. Mel and I went out and worked on her yard today--an acre and a half of grass and shrubs and trees, most of which Mom planted herself sixteen years ago. Now this place is a garden of beauty in the prairie.
Mom can't bear to think of parting with this place, and neither can I. My dream is to somehow crawl out of debt soon enough to be able to add on to her house in that veritable eden, and move in, so if she decides to move home, I'll be there to take care of her. She can stay in the studio apartment at the end of the garage where I once lived, and Mel and I could live in the house and keep watch over her.
I'm dreaming, I know, but the thought of selling that beautiful garden to someone who doesn't appreciate, who doesn't realize MY MOM planted all those trees and nurtured them all these years as she nurtured me all her life--well, it's a bite. This place is part of my mother. It's her legacy, and unless a tornado rips through that place and tears it apart in an act of God, I don't want to see it destroyed or disregarded.
Do you have a place like this? A family heirloom, family heritage, family farm, that you can't bear to part with, even if it isn't necessarily logical to keep it? Family history, especially the direct history of my mother as I prepare to lose her in the next months or years, has become something vital to me. I know we're on the subject of mothers lately, and this is yet another blog about them, how precious they are to us, how they shaped us, made us into the women (or men) we are today. Thank God for the faith of my mother or I may not know Christ.
Wow. Imagine what I would be today without my mother. What about you? What's your mother left you? Do you have her eyes? Her sense of humor? Her love for the land? Her love of God? Tell us.
See this green? There are deer and armadillo and wild pigs, bluebirds, eagles, hawks and an occasional mountain lion, along with the coyote, bobcats, turtles, snakes, ticks, chiggers (hey, we live in the Ozarks) spiders and mud. Pure heaven--okay it would be better without the chiggers, spiders, snakes and ticks, but I take what I can get on this trail.
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My mother is everything. Without her I am nothing!! (and Chloe agrees - she loves her Nana and gets sooooe excited when Nana comes to take care of her!)
I know what you are saying, and I do hope your can keep the place!
when i see your picture, I thought i was looking at my moms place! :)
My mom is so very, very precious to me, she is my best-friend. I would be lost without her guidance and love.
If it wasn't for her fervent prayers I wouldn't be here today, and that is the honest truth.
Her love of God is her legacy and now it will be mine, as well.
I pray you can add on and move her back to that lovely place! You will never regret it. My Mom passed away 7 yrs. ago today; I will always miss her. Thankfully, we had built a home with apartment for her and my Dad to live out their years! He lived 3 yrs. and she lived 10 yrs. there.
My mom has given me courage. She never lets anything defeat her. She had a stroke about three weeks ago. Her left arm wouldn't move, her left leg wouldn't move and her left side was drawn so she couldn't feed herself. She has worked so hard in therapy that she gets to go HOME from the hospital on Friday! She is walking, talking, and eating. The only thing she still has to work on is using her left hand.
I want to be like her when I grow up. :-)
Diann, glad to hear your mom get's to go home! :) and from what i have read about you , you take after her in courage !!!!
Well, rats, I've been gone most of the day and missed these great posts. Thanks for those hopes and prayers for us keeping the place. I went out to mow today (push mower) and it broke down on me. I think it was overwhelmed by the job. LOL
Yes, I agree, jel. Diann inherited her mother's courage and fortitude.
Thank you, Jel and Cheryl!
I have my mom's love of kids and people. And happy to get that too, let me tell you! I don't look anything like her though. She has light hair and greenish/hazel eyes and you all know I have that Native American coloring. LOL
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