Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Thoughts & Day 154 CJSM

Raging storm:
 
Ragged wind-wild tore at the tattered curtain but the
old woman managed to close-tight the window before
evil-tempered nature could extinguish candle-warm flame
 
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
 

Day 154
 
 
Mushroom hunts
 
 
We made our own fun times with the simple ingredients of life with Family-Love!
I learned as a kid, from the very beginning, the importance of values-practiced evolving into  sacred virtues-lived; we prospered without “money” taking solace from the humble things of life.
My grandparents; farm was a refuge from the “insanity” of hectic “modern” life in the ’50’s and -60’s when I was a sprout; but, things were “normal” way back in the day---not like now!?
Faith! Family! Freedom! Were instilled into my psyche by example which led to a conclusion of Independent-Individual “Grace” which dictated decisions based on Praise! Honor! Glory!
Oh! Do not mis-understand, this rebel, rascal, rogue, rapscallion was no saint; ole St. Peter will have a hefty sheaf of papers when I check in (or---out) as the case is still to be determined. I once had a dream that I had died and approached the Pearly Gates; the saintly Peter passed a myriad plethora of “saints” in front of me as I nervously awaited my “judgment”. Most had a short hearing with only several sheets of pure white paper reviewed by the gate-keeper.
As I walked up, front and center, he had only a single white, slightly dingy, paper for me, but, he had a tall stack of “black” reports---I felt doomed and remorseful…fortunately, I woke up!
When that scenario comes galloping upon my wretched soul in reality? Well!? I sincerely hope to fare much better than I did in that ridiculous nightmare!? Hope springs “eternal”? Hmm?
So? Mushroom hunting brought my “kid”-years family closer together and so I naturally tried to pass on the tradition to my progeny---with valued success…Mother Nature has always been kind to me. My writing reflects my love and admiration of nature---I humble-Pray!...Amen!
One fine Sunday morning, while Lady Candice had the girls at church and Sunday School for the benefit of their souls and spirit after a long week with ole “Dad” corrupting their religion, I strolled out across the driveway and on down to the rock bottom creek to try to find some Morel mushrooms as it was early spring and the fungi was delicious food fare. And---Bonanza!
I found a patch of big, yellow “sponges” on a grassy slope in the May sunshine of morning.
Fifty-some delicacies awaited harvesting! But, I went back to the house to wait for the girls.
When they, at long last, returned from religious instruction, I casually suggested that they change into “old” clothes and we take a jaunt to the woods for mushroom hunting. Becky agreed.
I impatiently waited for her to oblige my clothes-changing request; finally, we were off.
I “led” little Becky to the site of “Golden-splendor” in the warm morning sun---Wow!
What a fantastic treat as she “discovered” all those tasty morsels! I was even more excited!
She still hunts the little delicacies and is quite the outdoorsman (woman); Beth, too.
Their children have delighted us with thirty years of excitement and adventure. Just Great!
Maybe I ain’t much on erudite sophistication; I sure enough have enjoyed the journey! Amen!
And---that girl could always, and, still can…find more mushrooms than me!? Hmm!?
Becky runs through the woods like an agile whitetail (and, she has Great vision).
 
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Morels” Memories!


 


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