BRIDGE OUT

The sign is big and very easy to see.  BRIDGE OUT.  And yet, car after car goes around the sign ….. a car pulling a boat goes around the sign ….. a semi goes around the sign ….. a pickup pulling a camper goes around the sign ….. then ….. they all turn around or back up.  My gosh.  The bridge is really out.

We have all done that.  We have gone around the road closed sign because we know there will be a side road we can get on.   Not this time.  No side road and they mean bridge out. 

THE LAST TOMATO

Hubby likes to garden and his garden is much, much smaller than usual.  Today, he gave me three tomatoes and said, “That is the last of the tomatoes.”  I don’t like those words.  Green peppers.  Red tomatoes.  Sweet corn.  Always sad when the fresh vegetables end.  Our last hope is turnips.  

The end of the garden.  It looks so … so empty.  

HARVEST AND FALLING LEAVES

Around here, soybean harvest has started.  When harvest starts, the landscape changes.  Then comes corn harvest.  The landscape really changes then.  No tall corn to block your view.

And those falling leaves?  The leaves are turning to red and yellow and brown.  It looks like it will be a pretty fall, but falling leaves means leaves on the front porch and the patio.  

SUMMER TO FALL

I love fall.  It is cooler and the leaves are pretty and the outdoor furniture needs to be stored for the winter.  The flowers need a final trimming.  And the ice cream freezer did not get used.

But the hamburger on the grill tastes extra good and the memory, of a cup of coffee, on a chilly morning, while wearing warm pjs and watching the sun come up, will last all winter.

NOT THE NORMAL BLOG

Have you realized this is not the normal blog?  Sorry but I had no idea what to write this week.  Then it hit me.  How often do we overlook something fun like watching cars turn around or the gift of the last tomato or how our world changes when harvest opens up our view or the leaves crunching under our feet or the season changes or a cup of coffee starts our morning.  Way too often we forget that life is made up of everyday happenings.  The normal things.  The small, routine things.  

Now what?  Look around.  What normal thing has been a blessing this week?  Was it a smile?  Was it having all the laundry done at once?  Was it making it through your morning routine without interruption? 

Celebrate each day and give thanks for the normal things.