A Page from My Day Book

Outside my window… The world is gray and promising more rain

I am thinking…of tomorrows food and laughter

I am thankful for…every piece big and small of my life

From the kitchen…the oven is on

I am wearing… a fluffy white robe

I am creating…my great grandmas Corn bread stuffing

I am going…to cook deliciousness

I am reading…the all consuming, blanket over the head and flashlight in hand Chronicles of Narnia

I am hoping…to dig up all the good recipes

I am hearing…rain on the tin roof

Around the house…candles are lit

One of my favorite things…The way yellow light shines on the ivory pages of great novels..when the room is dark and silent and only the sound is the snoring of hounds.

A few plans for the rest of the week…priming and painting

The thought I am sharing…count your blessing and place them high on a shelf you can constantly see

"Living Honest"

We have all lost virtue
It has slipped away
Like the fall harvest
It has been left
And shriveled on the vine
Soon there will be no trace of it
For it was not preserved in
Diamond cut mason jars
Virtue has rotted
Forgotten in the field
It will be turned under
With the roots
And dug up with 
The potatoes
Scrubbed  and sliced
And mulled over in
Winter stew


This post is inspired by  simple womans daybook

Its time to finish dinner and plan the secession...

    The latter part of the sentence above is something I thought I would never get the chance to say.  Well apparently the time has come.  My tiny town, population 312, has had enough  and they same its time to secede.

    We have been living under the rule of the local  government, Southampton County, whose complete disregard for the citizens of Ivor has caused us to throw around the words “disgust” and “secession“.  We feel as though we are being, to put it mildly, raked over the coals. 

    We pay thousands of dollars to a complacent neglectful county in “luxury” taxes every year.    With the only services rendered from the county being our tipping fee for the use of the local dump.  We have almost no police service and even being from a tiny town it is scary to think how long or if the cops would show up if something happened. 

    We are not the only ones, the city of Franklin, after losing its paper mill to this horrible economy, has also talked of secession.  They too pay out of pocket to Southampton and are unhappy with the results. 

    Ivor’s bare bones town budget is 135,000.00 dollars. Which in a way is a good place to start, there may be no room for error but error and what I believe to be deceit is what has caused this current town atmosphere.  So its best to start at the true beginning where there is no question to where the money is going.  If we secede it is high time to do this the right way and in my opinion that is the only way this can be successful, any other way would be a complete waste of time.

Transparency is the issue.  Let me purpose the question to you reader.. Why is it so hard for the government, YOUR government to understand that you want to know where your hard earned money is going? What is the issue with transparency?

     I believe the governments sole purpose of opaqueness is that it knows disapproval is the only outcome of them being forthcoming.  And that dear reader is when you know its time for action.  Real action... not just the bowing up of professional politicians, but the action of a disapproving populace. 

I think it all comes down to this simple statement.  Taxing the personal property of people who make a honest living and calling it a tax on luxury is disgusting.  We all know that personal property is not a luxury.  It is worked hard for.  It is earned.

A free citizen of Ivor
Sarahlynn

The Silent Religion

They say there is weather coming.  Just after dawn the storm windows began to shake, as the gloom that always seems to usher in the rain and wind began to coat this part of the world.  I have always loved the fall, and selfishly loved its storms. 

The skeletons of ancient trees swaying against the starkness of a blue-less sky.  The clouds and their heavy, battleship gray bellies, that float with such effort over a field.  Where the velvet leaves of cabbage and lettuce dance closely to the plowed ground.  Autumn and its storms are a silent illegitimate religion.  That few follow and fewer notice.  Never has a church been as holy as the heavens before a Autumn storm. 

I bid you reader, to go worship.. Soon we will be within the annual purgatory of winter.

An Autumn thought

We have entered into the dark.  This time of year dusk is a war, where a scarlet tide rages against black limbs and the destination of the horizon.  Daylight is pulled, and coiled like lengths of rope on to a wet weathered deck as it disappears in to the  inky slickness of night.  Autumn is the anticipation of battle, the time to say your goodbyes.  Winter is the trenches and it yields no letters from home.

A Page from my Daybook

 November 14, 2009

Outside my window… the mist is falling

I am thinking…of pale daffodil, bicycle yellow…lemon soufflé, straw hat, wildflower honey and chickadee… behr paint...

I am thankful for…the comfort I can find in solitude

From the kitchen…dishes soak in the farm sink

I am wearing… fleece and red cables

I am creating…a feathered nest

I am going…to the craft room

I am reading…The Chronicles of Narnia ..

I am hoping… I can take my dreams and ideas and turn them into reality

I am hearing… “ Lucy, you’ve been dreaming.. Dreaming of the sea captain that haunts this house.. You wrote the book ...and after time this dream will die.. Just like all dreams disappear among the wake”
- The Ghost and Mrs. Muir

Around the house…things sit quietly awaiting for their turn

One of my favorite things…the words of far wiser people held securely between the spines of pebble bound leather… standing like an army , embossed in gold

A few plans for the rest of the week…one word… KLIZ

The thought I am sharing…

“A new year wind blows
Through the empty branches
Of pecan trees
The Camellias’ anchor the corners
Of century old wood
Bracing the edges of hope
Gusts blow and shake the beams
And boards
But they  are only seen 
Through the wavy glass of home” -Sarahlynn




This post is inspired by   http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com

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From My Day Book

The Simple Woman's Day Book

November 12, 2009

Outside my window… a storm that is to make history is blowing and pouring

I am thinking… of my dear husband cold and wet and away from home

I am thankful for…this old house , who’s  sturdy walls sit peacefully amongst the rain and wind

From the kitchen…a cinnamon colored kettle whistles from the stove  waiting to meet the Earl of Gray

I am wearing… cotton and comfort

I am creating…words that make me smile

I am going…no where in this

I am reading…romantic country, and fairy tales

I am hoping…the water doesn’t rise

I am hearing…the pitter patter of rain on the tin roof

Around the house…the lamps are lit

One of my favorite things…the soft contemplation of words strung together, hanging like     ornaments  through out my mind

A few plans for the rest of the week…the humble chore of cleaning up after a storm

The thought I am sharing...

"November is bitter
Its teeth are hungry
And it stirs anticipation
And reflection
Of warmer days
Winter should be spent
Between blankets
Watching hounds
Sleep on the hearth" - November- Sarahlynn

This post is inspired by   http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com

Jumanji

Autumn truly is the time of reflection and the beginning of internal discovery.  On the eve of Samhain I was forced to deal with a tooth issue that had completely hindered my life for the past two years.  After a trip to the emergency room and the worst pain in my life I went under the oral surgeons' knife last Tuesday morning and had all my wisdom teeth and two second morals that were broken and brushing against my sinuses , finally, thankfully, removed.  I am now on the mend. And doing pretty darn good after one week I think.  But the point of this post is just to put down something I feel I have accomplished, gotten past.  And I feel free.  I couldn’t garden or mow and it seemed every time I had big plans my tooth would act up and send my sinuses into pain that I would stop me from  eating or sleeping or laying down. I am primed to prosper now.  Without the nagging pain of sweeping something under the rug. 

My husband and I had gotten a lot of things “together” about a week before Samhain, we both felt like we had moved things in our lives into their proper place.  And we were ready to set things in motion.  Whether it was with ourselves or with Paper Road. This needed to happen, and has. It all feels like that deep exhale right now.  What a good feeling.

We have so many big dreams that our now big plans… and hopefully will be a big success!

While I was recovering my momma was here to take care of me and the house and lol my stressed husband.  Its amazing what mothers do to set a calm over an environment and you.  We call my momma the “bumble bee” which I am sure you know why she is the busiest little momma ever! She makes something for herself to do and rarely sits down. Though I forced her to watch a movie with me which I’m pretty sure she enjoy because it became the theme for the rest of the week. look it up and you will under stand why “ Jumanji” LOL !

Here is why this movie became the theme of the week.  Ed and I had ordered a new fridge as ours was becoming a health hazard it was due to arrive the day of my surgery so we ended up moving that back to later that week. But we needed to prepare so we un hooked the water line to the icemaker that we weren’t using in hopes that it may stop the water from building up in the fridge. 

Luckily for us ( haha) the former owners of this house live right across the street… So Mr. Paper Road went to across the street to ask if this water line was pressurized and where the turn off was before he went crawling under the house… Well “OF course its not pressurized!!” ..lol.. OR NOT!
Needless to say my mother was in the kitchen with all our bath towels trying to hold back the geyser from the water line.. Mr. Paper Road was yelling back and forth from outside trying to figure out how to turn it off , I was standing there with gauze in my mouth bleeding like a stuck pig yelling “ OH MY GOD!” holding my numb face… finally I yell to my husband turn off the main ! He runs out to the street and finally gets it off. My mom was dripping wet, there's water all over the kitchen and we all start to laugh when mom turns to both of us and breaths out “ Jumanji”

That was just the beginning to a week of : a lost wedding ring,milkshakes, a broken clothes dryer, pain pills,  Lowes delivery men calls, enough lint to fill a grocery bag, a fixed dryer, a leaking sink, and a whole lot of giggles. 

Alot has happened and over all I am glad it has, sometimes like my momma says “ sometimes, somethings gotta happen to make other things that need to happen, happen” So right you are mom.
And I am ready for our big plans to happen.