DANDELION DAYS

TL 5-6 DANDELION DAYS

Here’s a link for you to look at if you’d like to know more about this event.

http://www.dandelionday.org/

My favorite color is yellow – I suppose because it makes me feel happy.  In our neck of the woods, the puffy little yellow flowers are called weeds, but this event celebrates and protects dandelions!  I hope you’ll take a look at the link because it looks like they are gearing up for some serious fun.

I just finished designing a cute poem by Lucinda.  It’s about…  you guessed it – DANDELIONS!  I have to share it today.PUFFY GOLDEN FLOWERSHow much do you know about dandelions?  Well, beginning with the bad news, 30% of America’s water supply is spent watering lawns in an effort to keep non-native grasses green and weed free.  Pesticides are applied to kill off dandelions and other weeds as well.  Dandelions are common weeds that can harm your lawn’s growth by establishing deep roots in the soil.

Now it’s time to hear the good qualities:  The dandelion flower opens when the sun comes up and closes when the sun goes down.  Some folks eat dandelion salads!  They are also used for medicine and even dye for clothing.  Before the 1800’s people actually pulled the grass from their lawns to make room for dandelions and other useful weeds like chickwee, chamomile and malva.  Most people cannot name the weeds in their yard, but almost everyone knows a dandelion by sight.  Why are these puffy golden flowers called dandelions?  It’s taken from the French word “dent de lion” which means lions tooth, referring to the coarsely-toothed leaves.horse-108441_1920

Dandelions are God’s happy yellow spots dotted across pasture land.dandelion-735814_1920

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The First Dandelion

Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,

As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass–innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,

The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.

Source: “Leaves of Grass,” by Walt Whitman

Isn’t the simplicity of spring a blessing?  I think the most precious thing to see is a child walking toward me carrying a wicker basket filled with dandelions.  Let’s make memories we can cherish our whole lives.  🙂

NO SALT DAY

TL 10-8 NATIONAL NO SALT DAY

10-8 TEMPER SALT WITH SUGAR

The week of October third through the tenth is NO SALT WEEK. The emphasis, of course, is to make us think before we pick up the salt shaker and begin mindlessly pouring salt on our eggs in the morning before even tasting them. We all know someone who does that – maybe you do that. But the idea of no salt made me think of a familiar Bible verse on the subject.

You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people’s feet.
– Matthew 5:13

To have a salty personality is to be bold and strong. My dad was in the Navy with a guy who earned the nickname “Salty”. He wears it as a badge of honor that his buddies gave him. Salty people influence others the most. They are the ones that leave a lasting impression, whether good or bad. They stand by their principles and won’t back down. A stubborn streak runs through them and no amount of debate will change their minds. They are admired and followed by people because they are usually so sure of themselves and their belief system. They attract others – and that’s a good thing.

I used to put a salt lick out for Grandpa Frank’s horses, goats and cattle. If you’ve ever tried to move a salt lick, you know how solid, strong and secure the block is. Salt in large doses is very heavy and very solid. There is a place for salt in large doses, but that one block can take care of a lot of animals at the same time.

It just takes one LULU THE PIG to bust up the goat party! LOL!!!

From a distance I watched as the horses and cattle enjoyed the salt lick. They walked up to it as expected, but once in a while, a wild deer or other critter would find it too! Salt is attractive but must be tempered with sugar to be effective and helpful to others. If the salty people of God are going to reach out to the lost with the good news of Christ, we must sprinkle some sincere compassion and understanding – some sugar, in with the boldness of the salt. The cornerstone of our message is Christ and He loved everyone.

Besides, I am more attracted to a salty-sweet friendship than a salty one, aren’t you? I’m not suggesting that we let go of the salt, but I hope we never let it overpower the sugar.

I think I made myself hungry for a salty-sweet snack! 😉

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

TL MERRY CHRISTMASJINGLE ALL THE WAY
There are moments in time that will stay with you forever – or you hope they will. One such moment was Christmas day, 1969. Our neighbor to the North, Bob Hale, had horses and also happened to have a daughter my age named Becky. I grew up in a more innocent time when parents didn’t make “play dates” for their kids, but we were more trusting and played together when we felt like it. Sometimes we ended up at each other’s house for a meal. To raise the kids in my neighborhood took a village – everyone looked out for everyone else’s kids.

Our parents got along very well. We didn’t get in anyone’s business, but they knew we were there if they needed help. All the neighbors came to our storm shelter when the tornado sirens sounded. When one of us kids had a birthday party, the other kids showed up. We banded together to have garage sales before it was considered “cool” to have an area-wide sale. All our moms were on the PTA and they were all room mothers. Well, technically, my daddy was a room father. The other women drove – but my mama did not drive when I was in elementary school. So, my daddy took us on field trips and so forth.

I had a Shetland pony named Dolly. She was a bit feisty and let me know when she did not want to obey. She kicked once in a while and that always got my attention very quickly. Bob offered to break her for me – well, actually he talked to daddy about it. So, one of the tests that my Dolly had to pass was that of pulling the sleigh! She passed with flying colors! It was the only time we got to go for a sleigh ride, as I lost her shortly after that. I never got another pony, but I cherish the fun ride we took with Dolly pulling the sleigh!

CHRISTMAS SLEIGH BELLS
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