Random Thoughts From a Blogger

Oh what a beautiful morning we are having here in East Tn. The only thing that would make it better is to have you drop in and have a cup of (CB) coffee and a couple of cookies. I looked outside when I opened the blinds this morning and just was overwhelmed with the beauty of this new day. God is so good and He will comfort and bring peace to those in Boston. Not only to those people and their families who were actually injured or killed, but to the rest of us, as we are victims as well. Boston is supposed to be the peaceful town where so much of our history originates. I am so sorry and it hurts me to think we live in a time where people kill innocents. But today, I am going to enjoy the peace and the beauty that is surrounding me, here, Through My Back Door.
This is what I saw outside my bedroom window.

My mother lived in that double wide and her bedroom was the corner room toward my window. We knew when her shade went up she was okay. Since then there has been two different grandchildren live there. It has been empty for two years. Kind of sad.

This is the lavender outside. It is in full bloom and yesterday there were honey bees all over it. I liked seeing that.

Coffee was here this morning. Love the mustard container, I bought a few summers ago.

Do you see I have renters squatters?lol You know I am afraid of birds, but I will let them stay. However the mocking birds are everywhere. They get mean if you get near their nest. Boo and Dasko have been swarmed at several times. I haven't yet. It was so bad a couple of years ago I would either drive or take an umbrella to the mailbox!!!! Can you believe that?

This battered old aluminum dishpan belonged to my paternal grandparents.(The mirror ones). You know they didn't have fans nor AC so they sat on the porch or in the front yard. There was an old pear tree and a crock with plastic poinsettias, that sat under that tree year round. She also had  this old dish pan with hen and chickens in it. She gave it to me and the hen and chickens lived forever, then they died. Deb still has a starting from them. Anyway I get great joy in seeing this. It reminds me of the good times we cousins had at Nannie and Papaws. There is a picture of the house on my wall of love.

You can see the pear tree. There was a porch swing on the porch and if you swung too high it would flip. Don't ask me how I know.
I found this old "camp" blanket too. It was always on my Maternal grandparents "divan."

Last week Deb bought me a goodie. No reason, just because. I know I am going to love this, especially during the holidays. It is so neat.

It is large enough for me to cook a meal for me and a couple of others. It came with lots of good dip recipes, which I will try soon. I have told you often how wonderful my children are to me. I know I don't deserve it, but I certainly don't take it for granted. God has blessed me in so many ways and I am grateful.

This is where the chair ended up. I just like this chair.
While I am blubbering, randomly thinking, I will share the story of these marbles. Hillary my second rottie destroyed(practically) our house. she ate holes in the carpet. Some I could strategically place something over to hide.However here in what is now my reading nook, it used to be open space.

Well, Hillary ate a big hole right about where the little rug is. Curt and Seth loved it. They would shoot marbles in the hole for hours. They were NOT happy when we replaced the carpet.

That jar holds the marbles they played with. Those red tennis shoes were Curts too. I always loved seeing him in those little high top shoes.
The pair of bulls eye lamps were a gift from my husband. He got into a bidding war at an auction and paid way too much for them. His reason was I had told him NOT to come home with out them. I miss him.

This old tree outside my kitchen window is a beauty. I love the shade it provides. It represents strength and giving. Do you remember the book, The Giving Tree?
Yesterday morning Deb called and invited me to breakfast. She had bought a new waffle maker the day she bought my crock pot.(pots) Anyway Michael was off  and Mollie had spent the night. Amanda was coming too, so of course I went. Mollie wanted me to come play dollhouse. In the dollhouse she has a grey haired doll she calls Mamaw Betty. Is that not just precious? Well anyway we had a good breakfast as well as some family time, that is absolutely priceless. I came home and did nothing much, so today I am,as my Mother would say,"Picking them and setting them down." I have another house showing this week, so I have to get busy. Thank you so much for coming Through My Back Door, where life is good.
betty
PS: I don't even have to remind us to keep praying for Boston and all of the injured and their families
PSS: Remember the Clinton Antique Festival is May the 4th. It is always fun and shops are full, as well as vendors on the street. Also lots of good food.
PSSS: The house will be shown again this week. Should it sell, I have found one I really like, and Lyn Dee, it does have a good back door. It is the same people who came earlier. I am just praying Gods will be done. Will you?