I don't ever want to give the impression that my life in the country is perfect. In fact, there are many things that make it far from that. I know that on our blogs it is easy to show only the pretty pictures and share the parts of our life that make every one wish they could live that way; however, to me, it is very important to be real. (My kids are reading this and they know the truth!)
There are parts of my day that I just love: the morning walks around the yard, the quite moments studying God's word in the sunroom, and the evenings spent on the pier or the porch with my love.
Then, there are the parts that I would rather not mention, but I will: constantly cleaning up the dirt tracked through the house, smelling the neighbor's freshly spread manure, and washing the dogs who love to roll around in stinky stuff.
Today my pictures represent some of the good, some of the bad, and some of the down right ugly stuff that I have seen this week.
Good: one of my snowball bushes that is starting to get its blooms
Good: one of my peonies that is growing nicely in the cage that my dad made
Bad: Mo, after getting very dirty during her afternoon romp yesterday
Down right Ugly: The pollen that is covering everything in sight
As you can imagine, the pollen is even getting tracked into the house on every foot that enters my door. (And that can be a lot of feet over the course of a day!) I am just praying for the rains to come soon to wash it all away.
So, before you pack your bags to move out of the city, or your beautiful suburban neighborhood; remember, the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. But I think I will stay here. There is much more good than bad or ugly.
I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Philippians 4: 11-13