Isn't this warm weather and SONshine incredible?!
I've been mowing up a storm and the weeds are flyin! But I'm no where near finished, and I still need to clean the potting shed, and weed a huuuuge railroad tie flower bed. The wooden walk-in gates to our fenced in yard, need a fresh coat of white paint, as well as our picket fence. A brand new gallon of paint awaits. The picket fence is made from treated wood and over the winter the paint soaked in, leaving an ugly green tint.
After it's all repainted, it will be time to repaint the pipe corral! Yeehaa... it's never-ending around here.
With all that said, what vision does that leave in your pretty little head? In all reality, things around me are at the moment, not picture perfect. Thee other day, when I shared with you our duck dilema... you know how you can lead your duck to water but you can't make her live there? Well, that day; I'd snapped some pictures of them waddling back to the barn. When I went through them, I deleted several ugleeee pictures. Pictures that didn't live up to my pretenses. The ducks were so "pretty" trotting up the grassy bank. But when they they got closer to the barn, my pictures showed a row of old vehicles, half belonging to customers, and thee other half-- are our own. (I collect buttons, Myguy collects vehicles!) Anyways, they didn't "go" with my pretty duck pictures. They didn't portray what I wanted you to see. Neither did our old, barn with the ratty old farm gates propped across the front to incarcerate our goat. The ugly gates that are held together with angels, and hay strings. No, "those" pictures I deleted!
Truth is my life is often plain ole messy! More often than not, when I take photos to share with yall, I have to move clutter from one area to another just to take a picture! Martha does NOT live here yall! There..... it's out. I said it! You know; I just love going to beautiful blogs and reading the lives of people and some are just.... amazing! I'm drawn to shabby chic.-- Love when everythings soft and beautiful, and white, crisp, clean, perfect. Ahhhhhh, I said the P word. -- Some of you people blow me away!!!! Perfect lives with nothing out of place. How do you do it?!!!
Tell me.... pray tell... how you do it all?!!
Our shabby, little farmhouse is olde, but love lives here. The carpets worn from years of kids in and out, in and out. The kitchen door's been slammed shut and later re-opened asking forgiveness. Tears have been shed, children were threatened within an inch of their lives. The hall way carried secrets of kids sneaking in and back out, and I pitched a few of my own hissy fits stomping down it! But these walls also heard more I love you's, hugs, kisses and prayers than it ever saw "other."
Grass and manure has been tracked in, and furbabies have pottied on the floor. My mirrors usually need windex, and dust often collects. The bunnies can grow to giant proportions under the beds! Pembroke corgi scratches are gouged in every exit to the great outdoors. Two bedroom doors have war wounds knocked in them from teenage brothers at battle. Door- jams proudly record growth to 6 feet tall in black magic marker. Knife scars mar the kitchen counter tops, when in a hurry to get supper on, the cutting board was simply forgotten.
And supper usually consists of hotdogs and Kraft Mac n cheese or Hamburger Helper! Nothing very fancy here! Once in a while the very same Cheeseburger Hamburger helper is forgotten and fuzzy green stuff finds its way inside the fridge. Opening the door to find it, you'll have to grope for it in the dark because the bulbs been out for years. And when something starts to reek in the kitchen, it's been known to come from a potato that went evil, or a mouse that ate dcon and swelled up under the stove or dishwasher. The bathrooms, ... ahh that's where we've really seen it all. I was thee only female in the house; use your imagination!* And where does all that hair come from?!!! The washing machine almost always has a a load or two.... or three.... laying on the floor in front of it. The dryer is often like a little chest of drawers just standing there holding our jumbled dry clothes that are wrinkled and forgotten. Out of sight out of mind.* The bed.... is the really weird thing. It's almost always made!! I just can't stand crawling into an unmade bed. Too bad the rest of life isn't so well put together. But it's not. It's life! And real life gets messy. Real life is not perfect.
I was going to share a picture with you today of my garden all planted and everything neatly put away and done. But it's just not done yet! This is how it really is!!! And me, I'm just as undone. No makeup, uncombed hair, faded tshirt, and baggy, holy jeans. Just plain ole me.
Martha doesn't live here. And I'm learning that it's okay! I really want to be a Mary anyways and sit at my Master's feet. Then, I'll finish weeding the flowerbeds, do the dishes, and hopefully get those wrinkled clothes out of the dryer!
"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "You are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."
Have a day!