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It finally happened. We had some big stuff to watch yesterday. Our area hired some firm from Al. to clean up all our trees and branches, and yesterday about 1 p.m. was our day.

A huge tandem truck pulled up. A man was sitting high, between the two truck, and soon was skillfully handling a very long armed crane. He was good, and did an excellent job of picking up all the debris. We had a lot.

Latter I went out and raked four piles of the little twigs that remained. It sure looks better. Next week when the trash man comes I will fill up the dumpster and we will be ready to mow. They did pick up a little grass in three places, so I just leveled it and replanted some grass seed. It is suppose to rain today, so grow man, grow.

To Everything there is a season

You may not believe it-but my crocus are about 4" high. Just last week they were covered with inches of ice and this week are ready to get the 2009 spring season off and running. Eccl. 3-1 says--FOR EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON, A TIME FOR EVERY PURPOSE UNDER HEAVEN. God sure was smart. Today it is 71 degrees with rain predicted latter this week with possible tornado's.

At Christmas in 1977, Cindy and Mike gave Grandma M. a Helen Steiner Rice--Loving Promises Poem book. It is full of very good poems. Here is one I'd like to share with you folks.

THE SEASONS OF THE SOUL

Why am I cast down and despondently sad
When I long to be happy and joyous and glad?
Why is my heart heavy with unfathomable weight
As I try to escape this soul-saddened state?
I ask myself often--"What makes life this way,
Why is the song silenced in the heart that was gay"?
And then with God's help it all becomes clear,
The SOUL has its SEASONS just the same as the year--
I too must pass through life's autumn dying,
A desolate period of heart-hurt and crying,
Followed by winter in whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen as the snow-covered land--
Yes, man too must pass through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge that everything ends,
And oh what a blessing to know there are reasons
And to find that our soul must, too, have its seasons--
BOUNTEOUS SEASONS and BARREN ONES, too,
Times for rejoicing and times to be blue,
But meeting these seasons of dark desolation
With strength that is born of anticipation
That comes from knowing that Autumn-time sadness"
Will surely be followed by a "SPRINGTIME FOR GLADNESS."

Taking Care of the old people

Some times I feel I'm living in a nursing home. Rubber grips under all the throw rugs to prevent falling----a walker-----a chair in the shower-----sit down shower head-----grips on the tub floor---risers under the bed---extension shoe horns----electric lift chair----heavy armed chair by the kitchen table---canes---aprons-----a batch of wash every day-----looking for misplaced articles----setting out the pills---etc. etc.

But today is going to be different. Some one is coming to put a riser on the stool. That's not all--we don't need it. So today Ladene is getting a riser, just for herself, put on the stool and that will be so great.

No it's really not that bad. I just needed to change the blog and this is the most interesting thing that is going to happen to us today.