THROUGH MY WINDOWS

Political Games (Barf)     What we need... We need Him to calm the waters!  I can only liken what is happening in our country  to being out in a bad storm at sea. We are in desperate need of some calmness, balance, and common sense in our nation so we can regain our equilibrium (sanity). We need a good Anchor. I, for one,   will be glad to see the backside of the political mess of 2020. Rant over.😉 The Fires My heart is with those of you who are experiencing or seeing first hand the devastation of the fires. Those of you who are worried about the quality of air you are breathing, your families, your homes, the landscape and the wildlife. Our own worries, frettings, and inconveniences pale in the light of what you are living every second of every day. May God give you courage and the strength to endure.💖 He calmed the storm to a whisper. (Psalm 107) Memories My mother, who is 93, takes more and more trips down memory lane  as we talk each night on the phone. Last night she was recalli

Hello dear bloggy friends! I hope that you are enjoying the waning days of Summer. Labor Day was yesterday so I guess it's time to pack away the light and bright Summer colors. Our air conditioning has been turned off for two days and the windows and doors are open. The first time since I returned home in June.   I woke up yesterday feeling refreshed and happy.    I really think that the lack of heat and humidity had something to do with it.😊 Roger and I decided to take separate cars to the diner in Hellertown, for breakfast, about 5 minutes or so away. He had errands in another direction.  After breakfast I headed to Monocacy Park for a stroll and to take pictures and afterwards I was going to stop at a friend's house. The park is old and is a part of a trailway that starts in Chapman and  meanders 20 miles or so through the slatebelt area in the Lehigh Valley and western Northampton counties. I live in Northampton county. It ends up in the Lehigh River in Allentown, just nex

Introspection  A fellow blogger recently wrote about her mundane days and how she feels old, colorless and frumpy. She  wondered why go to the effort of putting on makeup when a mask covers our faces. And why dress in anything besides a Tee shirt and jeans when our days are spent at home or in the car going through drive thru or  a  curbside pick up queue. I realized that she had a point. And I love that word, frumpy. It stuck in my head all day. I'm afraid she hit the nail on the head. I definitely look, dress and feel frumpy. I haven't been to a hair salon since March.  I've gone from short to long hair swept back by a band. Nor had a manicure. I have discovered that dresses are a lot more comfortable in the heat and humidity since seeing a couple that I liked at Walmart.    My mother and the neighborhood ladies used to wear house dresses 50 years ago. I used to wonder why they had no sense of style.  Now all I need is the old fashioned apron that goes around the neck. Th

The seasons...they are achanging... Hello, dear readers! Thanks ever so much for stopping by! 💖  Recently I read a comment by a fellow blogger, on her blog, about being tired... "I am so tired of the hate, the virus and the destruction." I think she spoke for the majority of us. And we are all tired and stressed by one thing or another, trying to weather our "seasons" with faith, patience and dignity. Trying not to think too much,  maybe? There are good days and bad days living with this new normal because, in reality we have two "normals" to deal with, don't we? Our old normal of our personal life is still there, the new normal being an unwanted appendage. Silly Me   Sometimes, I like to imagine that I am living in my own little bubble here at Deer Haven.  It's not hard to do,  for me. I rarely leave home. 😏 But it  usually starts when I wake up after a good night's rest. (Those nights are few and far between, believe me.)  Looking out the r