Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Pie Tin)

I cannot remember when it began but I just love to

eat my lunch out of a pie tin. I’ve never been camping,

so it didn’t come from there, but I use one on a daily

basis.

 

It’s funny how some things can become your favorite things

and then someone else might look at it differently. One day

I fixed my grandson a sandwich and put it on the pie tin.

He looked at me, he looked at the plate and he finally had

to ask as to why did I put his sandwich on that plate.

 

I had to explain to him that it was my favorite thing to eat

off of and that I was not being weird by serving

his sandwich on one. I had a choice of a paper towel, a

paper plate or even a regular dish plate. After I explained

that to him he took it in good stride. Bless his little heart.

“Favorites to some-

For others might seem unusual or dumb.”

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Eggs)

I like eggs. There are so many ways to fix the things.

To scramble, boil, add to other foods, and to fry, just

for a small list.

 

My grandmother had quite a few chickens on the farm

in which she grew up, and when she got older, that was

the one thing that she yearned for was to have a small

stock of chickens out in the yard. Unfortunately, where

she lived it was not permitted, but she still dreamed

about the thought anyway.

 

It could have been that she really loved the chickens, and

or that it reminded her of an earlier time. We all like to

go back and think of those special moments in our

childhood.

 

There are all kinds of eggs, but the ones we generally think

about are the ones in the hen house. The ones that we buy

at the grocery store. The ones that come in all sizes. The ones

with the yellow yolks.

 

This is the time of the year when a different type of egg is

both bought and brought. The kind that is made and filled

with chocolate. To take it even a step further we are inclined to

go for the chocolate ones with the other types of filling inside.

 

I can vision my grandmother as a child heading out to the hen

house, to gather some eggs for breakfast. More than likely

there would be times when she might drop and break one. To

be more careful next time is what she learned.

 

We’re getting closer each day to the Sunday that the eggs will

change colors, as they would be dyed the night before. To hunt

in the grass, where the special one left them. To crack one open

and eat it, with a piece of candy too. Oh, for the good old days.

 

“Eggs cooked well-

Cracked open or still in the shell.”

Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Mowing That Grass)

It’s time to cut the grass again. There are a few months

during the year when it does not grow much. As a matter

of fact it can appear to be dead.

 

But lo and behold when the spring comes it sprouts back

up again. The grass and the weeds. The best part of course

is the wildflowers. All different colors. I love the purples

ones. Little bitty flowers perfectly made.

 

A neighborhood that was once quiet is now bustling with

that lawnmower sound. Some are a little loud, while others

are extreme.

 

Picking the time to mow on Saturday morning can make a

difference when the neighbors might want to sleep in. Not

everyone gets up at the break of dawn to mow the grass.

 

Some of the flowers that died off during the winter, if you

want to call it that, tend to come back in surprise. You

know that it died and then there is that little green sprout

coming and before you know it, the thing is in full bloom

once again.

 

It’s always fun to find some artificial flowers to blend in

with the real ones. That way there is always something

looking pleasant.

 

Before mowing that grass the mower needs to be looked at.

The oil needs changing, and the blades need to be examined.

Similar to a car it needs to be taken care of so that it will

last another season.

 

Same for the weed eater. To check that oil and make sure there

is enough plastic string. Well, I’m no expert but like the rest of

us in the neighborhood we have spent many years trying to

battle that greenery that grows around us.

 

If we don’t keep up with it, it will take over, and we can’t have

that.

“Keeping up all summer long is well known-

For that green green grass of home.”

-2017-

Wednesday Yarn (Charging That Cell Phone)

There comes a time when you just cannot keep up

with a certain material thing, and what I am talking

about is the cell phone.

 

Days can go by and the thing will not ring, so it

stays charged as it should, but the other day was

another story.

 

It wasn’t a bad thing that happened, but for some

reason or another, I got more calls than I usually do

and I could not keep the things charged.

 

There were several times when I would be answering

sitting next to the plug where I was charging the cell

phone.

 

As I sat there attached to the one spot, it reminded me

of the old days when the phone was attached to the wall,

in some deep dark corner.

 

You were held hostage for this was the only way to make

a phone call, and to receive one. If you walked away, the

conversation was over with. Of course, this was the days

before even the cordless phones.

 

It would be amazing for those younger today, as we talk

all over the neighborhood, all over town, and everywhere

else aside from being stuck in the corner.

 

It did have its advantages though, for if you didn’t want to

be reached you only had to say later that you were out.

Nowadays being out doesn’t work, for we all carry our

cell phones with us. If someone doesn’t get a reply from

you, they know that you’re ignoring them.

 

Anyway, getting back to that fun filled plenty of cell calls

received, I eventually got caught up, and removed that red

streak on the cell. That means it is about out of juice and

I would not be receiving any more calls. Sometimes that

might sound like a good idea.

 

“As time marches down the hall-

One won’t find anymore phones attached to the wall.”

-2017-