OLD WEST STYLE HERB GARDEN

TODAY IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS THAT I WISHED I LIVED AT HISTORIC COWTOWN in Wichita far away from the maddening crowd.  FAR FAR AWAY.  Turn the clock back a hundred and fifty years and be in my happy place on a porch in the shade just day dreaming.  THOUGH I AM VERY THANKFUL for present day flushing toilets, running water, electricity, natural gas, heating and cooling, I'd incorporate a few modern conveniences with a strong flare for the 1880s.

We made it to COW TOWN a week ago as we had a break in the scheduling for the High School STATE TRACK MEET.  I knew we wouldn't tour the entire town, but enjoyed what we did see of it.  I wish we had taken some sandwiches and dined under a huge SHADE TREE in Cow Town at a deliberately SLOW PACE.  We did manage to drink a chilled Sarsaparilla in Fritz's Saloon along with eating a $2.50 hotdog.

My favorite things to see are the interior of the historic houses that are open to tourist.  It seems like a simpler time for so many reasons.  I LOVE THE MURDOCK HOUSE LIKE CRAZY.  

THIS VISIT WAS ENHANCED BY THE HERB GARDEN which was new.  This was high on my list of FAVORITE EXHIBITS to view.  The large signs must be copied.  I loved the way the labeled plants were scattered instead of being in straight lines of herb plants.  Gave me a world of good ideas to copy.  We did sit under a shade tree to soak it all in and I did.  If I could blink and time travel, I'd be there right this second resting on a bench under the shade tree after tending to my garden.  Day Dreaming at its best.

I sometimes get so tired of loud noise that the local cars and lawn mowers make.  Sometimes I tire of being around too many humans.  Being in a place where the noises and people are limited makes me desire a very private place to sit so I can be alone with GOD.  

On our way to WOLF POUTRY AND HERBS we saw SOMETHING SWEET. A puppy named ABBY.  What a charmer.

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I WILL BE CONTENT.

 

Henry Stacy Marks

After opening up the Family room window to let some SPRING indoors, the cool breeze gently blows into the house which freshens my inner spirit.  Pleasant.  Relaxing and much needed.  April's Easter is a pastel memory.  My ceramic bunnies are still out waiting to be returned to their off season storage boxes.

No hurry.  SPRING is here.  Blue skies today as the birds chirp.

One thing about my HOME in small town America, is the abundance of birds that choose to sing from the tree branches melodies that harmonize in the key of nature.  Even in the dead of WINTER, the birds sing.  This reminds me of SPRING all year round.  

A bright red cardinal and red robin were skipping along in the yard looking for worms I suppose.   Orchestrated music of four different birds can be heard.  The cooing Dove is a favorite.  Right now a Wood Pecker is hammering at a tree.  Not even the disturbance of the passing train interrupts this guys determination. 

Pause.

Slowing down in life has it's advantages.  To be able to quiet oneself and focus on such things as living in God's Garden.  It's what I seek and desire.  When I was a young child, my carefree moments were like this.  I missed out when I stopped having such moments as a young adult.  I polluted my head with worry and too much work.   

Busyness has no time to embrace slow paced arenas filled with heavenly admiration. 

A big mistake was to forget to take time for God's Garden and relax in the presence.  Lingering in the stillness of His creation.  The quiet moments.  Too many have never had quiet moments, but are tormented by anger and don't believe there's room at the table.

My HOME is my favorite place to live and breathe.  I will be content.

Pause.   

Our Irises are on the verge of blooming.  Truly, I love their colorful blossoms shaped for the day.  Their fragrance varies.  Since we've lived here, the heirloom ones were a complete surprise at how similar they smelled like grape jelly.  Sweet jelly.

They have been the best smelling ones of all times.  I look forward to each SPRING.  I love LILACS, but our heirloom Irises are so very wonderful.  A back to nature movement is needed in my soul with taking time to relish this moment where quiet is.  Embellishment.  I quit the rat race.   

Flower stems shoot upwards through the lush greenery in our front flowerbed.  Waiting for the arrival of additional color to unfold to admire and take a bow.

The Irises bring with them Hope.  An opportunity to admire another one of our Creator's beauties for a busy world which calls out slow down and be.

Pause.

Nature moves indoors with the two over-sized framed pictures we purchased this past week-end.  Birds of course.  I had a Art History Lesson as I read about the Victorian Artist Henry Stacy Marks that painted the originals years ago for Eaton Hall in Cheshire England.  Never hearing about him, this was another pleasant find.  I had no idea he ever lived to paint images of birds, but he did.  

We've decided to display them in the Family room.  Their size dictates where they can be hung.  Few choices in our palace.  Pictures to follow.

Pause,
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