I must say that although I am not the biggest fan of fishing, (NOT because of the worms, the smell, or the fish, it is simply because I am unable to enjoy sitting still AND being silent) however, I am a devoted fan and lover of antique tackle boxes, rods, signs, coolers, lanterns, etc. If only Bass Pro Shop would just sell all their antique props I would be there a whole ton more!!
Anywho, with summer here and sharing all her glory with us I felt inspired to change my blue table decor. It has been too long since I changed her up, I guess I've been busy! I painted a bait~n~tackle sign yesterday while it stormed all day and used what little lovies I had to go along with it. I also pulled out some 7~4 Decor, no it's not too soon for a lil red, white, and blue. (I do a little at a time so I don't get bored with it!)
My family is the greatest when it comes to noticing my day long rearranging adventures and things I've made. I get a lot of "awe, so cute's" and "that's pretty", but yesterday when Husby saw Blue and her hint of manly decor he said, "Oh how sweet". A side note...notice irony in the situation? Just a smidge of it. Back to point, Husby's father and him share many things even though Rex has been an angel for thirty years. Fishing is one of them. I believe someone's love for fishing can explain, to the core, who they are. Husby is one of the most patient persons I've ever had the honor of trying to breakdown and annoy with my impatience! He is constant with his ability to sit on a boat with the less than quiet kids and my less than immobile mind and never grows frustrated with putting bait on for us, taking fish off for us, teaching us and all the while he doesn't even get to touch his fishing rod. He is patient enough to sit on a boat, by himself, all night until his line starts getting tugged on. Satisfied completely, to come home with peace of mind and fresh air in his lungs and nothing else. Husby makes Rex proud daily, I believe. I also like to believe that Rex is fishing out of the same lake, watching his son bait his own hook, take off his own fish, and thinking how blessed they are to have those moments~even if no one really knows about them.
I doubt Husby grasps my thoughts behind the simple bait~tackle sign, doesn't matter. Just looking over at Blue and her bait~n~tackle simple glory reminds me how special Husby is and that "simple" is why I am so overly blessed with who he is.
Simple blessings to all!
Friday, June 17, 2011
One For The Boys
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Well, Hello There
Oh sweet bloggersville, how I've missed you. Been awhile, too long. Spring has finally grown a backbone and is slowly, but surely, coming out of Winter's gloomy shadow! She sure took her sweet, sunshiney time. Nevertheless~she showed up! Spring is without a doubt like Christmas to a gardener. We wait patiently through the cold, the sleet and snow covered hard earth for that first pop of color. Walking out my front door every morning during the spring is absolutely reassurance that God keeps His promises without fail. I take serious, serious delight in noticing something new around our property everyday. Could be just as simple as the gleaming buds on the redbud trees with just a very few leaves that are showing up to the party early or as complicated as a wasps nest and how incredible those scary things work together to get their Taj Mahal just right. Sad that they get evicted so quickly though!
My Husby has always kept an amazing, huge veggie garden out here. I just told a friend recently that Husby had a garden tilled and planted before we had even unpacked our boxes after moving here! He took care of the garden and canned whatever he harvested. I didn't really have much interest in it the first couple years. I couldn't tell you why, yes I can, it is A LOT of work! I was lazy and foolish. Honestly, I had no idea how rewarding gardening is. Whether it is a flower garden, herb garden, or every veggie and fruit imaginable, accomplishing something like the miracle of growing things is a pride that can only be shared by handing someone a home grown bouquet or a basket full of homemade pickle relish and cherry jam.
So in honor of Spring sharing her delightful promises with us, let's go outside, play in the dirt, plant promises in the sweet soil to show our children that miracles really do happen! Have a little faith in Mother Nature and yourself, don't be afraid if you aren't a greenthumb! The only way to be a gardener is to learn to grow...
More gardening posts to come!
Have a spectacular day! Go outside!!
Natalie
My Husby has always kept an amazing, huge veggie garden out here. I just told a friend recently that Husby had a garden tilled and planted before we had even unpacked our boxes after moving here! He took care of the garden and canned whatever he harvested. I didn't really have much interest in it the first couple years. I couldn't tell you why, yes I can, it is A LOT of work! I was lazy and foolish. Honestly, I had no idea how rewarding gardening is. Whether it is a flower garden, herb garden, or every veggie and fruit imaginable, accomplishing something like the miracle of growing things is a pride that can only be shared by handing someone a home grown bouquet or a basket full of homemade pickle relish and cherry jam.
So in honor of Spring sharing her delightful promises with us, let's go outside, play in the dirt, plant promises in the sweet soil to show our children that miracles really do happen! Have a little faith in Mother Nature and yourself, don't be afraid if you aren't a greenthumb! The only way to be a gardener is to learn to grow...
More gardening posts to come!
Have a spectacular day! Go outside!!
Natalie
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