Thursday's Perception

As I often complain of the 'ole man's' obsession with the lawn mowing duty, I find myself today once again enjoying the smell of freshly cut grass, and the peace that comes over me knowing all phones are indoors, so if the multitudes of our offspring are calling with yet another crisis... Urmmm..."Sorry I missed your call, please leave a message."

For several years now, the antics I have witnessed at times are difficult to believe. Friends have suggested I write a book. I am no author. M My very sparse proper grammar was lost in college - WHOAH - now THERE are some cobwebs. It seems the more I become reconnected with my "inner" self, much southern slang becomes verbal. At times, my Hill-living-redneck-old timey- old husband looks at me with a very puzzled expression. "Did YOU really say that Shannon ?"...followed by lots of laughter, then he'll boast, "I've been rubbing off on you haven't I ?" So ok. If it makes him feel good - let him go there. Ha. And I'll move on to the next perception.

It has been a peaceful few moments. A rarity. As I look up from my tablet, I see a proud cut male Appaloosa chasing a miniature male pony across the pasture because both of our mares are in full blooming heat. One of the baby goats has her head stuck on the outside of fence. My 17 year old just darted out of the back door with my Zebco too fast for me to realize it and stop him, my mother just called wanting the latest details in my daughter's life, and the husband made a round by me on the mower and dropped off a bundle of miniature wild roses - thorns and all, lawn mower fumes, and the racket of the mower's engine.... Guess he's trying. He's just new is all. I should probably appreciate the fact that he actually got off of the mower long enough to cut them.

Bless his heart. He's learning.