SATURDAY BLESSINGS

Saturday was one of those nice little gifts from God that can just pass by without your giving it a thought, but luckily I have some pictures to remind me.  A brisk walk in the early morning cool took Johnny and me by some pretty wild flowers.  When we were in Oregon last year there were signs everywhere to destroy noxious weeds (some wildflowers/weeds).  ;(  We just mow them here in Mississippi.  

It may be hard to tell from this picture, but the entire field was covered in the pretty yellow flowers.

After the grands arrived, we spent the day outside on the back porch watching them play.  Until the battery ran out of juice, Baker chauffeured Sidney around the back woods in her princess car.  A great time was had by all.

While Ginger and I were watching we realized that they were going to destroy all the spider lilies that were in full bloom all out though the woods.  So I took a quick sprint to get a few pictures before the flowers were history.

Just seeing spider lilies brought back fond memories of my childhood.  They remind me of the start of a new school year.  Every year I would take my teacher a huge bouquet of them and that made me feel so proud all day when I would see them on her desk.  I don't think there was such thing as paper towels, but my mom would take an old rag and wet it, wrap it around the long stems and then cram it down in an empty can.  I loved all my teachers and was one of those little annoying girls that just did whatever it took to please the teacher.  Lots of the other kids must have wanted to sock me or something.  Oops.  Back to the subject.

I have no idea who the info came from, but I was just sure that if I pulled up the spider lilies granddaddy long legs spiders would come running up out of the ground.  Heaven knows I would never have pulled up mama's spider lilies! 

As Ginger and I were talking about them I asked her what they made her think of and remarkably she told me that she thought spiders lived in the ground under them.  I promise I did not tell her that. 

Later in the afternoon Baker had a friend come play and they had a splendid time picking up sticks in the woods and building a "bonfire."   When he called us out there to take an up close look at their handy work, low and behold, they had pulled every spider lily they could possibly find and put them right on top of the wood pile to look like real red flames.  Boys will be boys.

 Those boys were so proud of their work. 

What a fun day just relaxing and listening to the cicadas make their somewhat annoying noise while we talked and enjoyed the porch swing.  For those who do not know about cicadas, the story goes that they will not be back again for 7 years.  Weird, huh?  We found the empty shells they had already shed attached to almost every pine tree out there.  I think they bury back into the ground after shedding until time to reappear in 7 years.

Ugly, noisy little rascal I must say.  We all had fun finding all the empty shells on all the trees.  Every tree we looked at had at least 4 shells.  There must be millions out there chirping.  Surely sounds like it.

Thank God for the big blessings and especially the little ones.