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The first day of Fall! One might not tell by the warm temperature...but football is on and it smells of Fall...well that smell being the smell of green chili's that linger in the air. I made meatloaf...a whole mess as Izzy and LaLa would say...Thought I would share...nothing like fresh roasted green chili's, delicious new onions, with fresh tomatoes and garlic as well. It tasted pretty good...probably one of my comfort foods of childhood memories. We ate it with some green beans fresh from the Firecracker and Grandad Sheridan's garden! I love that is one of the things that Grandad and Izzy do on "Grandad days". I love that Izzy knows the day of the week by whose day it is...Grammy day...Grandad day...Mama day. I am thankful that Jay's parents have been such support though I think they are blessed as much as giving blessings...These gifts that are given to all!
As I mixed my meatloaf this morning...It was almost as though I could feel my mom adding this and that in it...no two batches were ever the same...but she would add the goodies and I would mix it with my bare hands. I loved this and still keep thought of making sure you get it all mixed together good. I do miss having the extra hands and must confess mine will never compare with hers...Funny how certain smells...certain foods...certain sometimes almost nothing makes us think of special people in our lives...as I snapped Izzy's beans...my granddaughter...I was taken aback and can remember snapping beans with my Grandma Bessie...And though I could almost feel her snapping away. However, she could snap beans so quickly...a trait I must have had miss me...and I think of Izzy's beans and how she showed me how you pick beans...of how proud of her garden she is.
And back to my tale...The shepherd and I took off yesterday to pick up some more roasted green chili's and some cinnamon sticks that he needed for his beets...a gift from Grandad as well. Though I think I am allergic to beets...Tim loves them! (My mom said I used to spit them right back out at her if she tried to feed them to me...and they make me itch just thinking of them. ANYWAY...we head off and while I am snapping some pictures of the cows...we hear from Autumn (Jay's sister) and her husband Andy to see if we want to meet up for lunch as they were going to get some produce in Rocky Ford. Well we are always game for lunch and so we meet up at Mission Deli...enjoyed the time. While we were there, we see our neighbors the Sharon's with their grandsons and son Trent and his wife...and I smile at grandparents...how grandchildren seem to make us glow...make us younger. We head to Fowler to stop in at the Bunkhouse on our way home and end up hanging out there and I go watch the pie eating contest that the Bunkhouse sponsored at "Fall Harvest" or something on that order.
After a little time there, we headed home and begin working on our salsa...with the thought that we would let it set overnight as we were told it really helps the flavor...the shepherd went ahead and did his beets...but I smile because yesterday morning I had read on my Kasey Jo calendar...
“The number one reason to read your Bible is not to say you have read it…The reason to read your Bible is to get your marching orders for the day and for the whole of your life.”
And so I go to look up the verse that came with it which was Proverbs 10:8 and on the calendar all it says is:
“The wise in heart will receive
commands.”
What is a prating fool?
Well I might be finding part of my marching orders…
Prating: talk foolishly or tediously about
something.
Does that not eliminate much of what I
say? There are words I write that are
not prating…but there are many that I do…I had also seen in Chapter 10…”He who
gathers in summer is a wise son. He who
sleeps in harvest is a son who causes shame.”
So is
it saying for marching orders today not to talk foolishly or tediously and get
those tomatoes canned!
Funny how right out loud...and I think I am prating as I seem to be on one of my bike rides...because actually my original intent when starting this was talking of seasons...I think of being in the fall season...of producing fruit...I feel I am in my "fall"...but what kind of crop is the Lord getting from me? I think of seasons and a treasure I got from Izzy and her mom...in this amazing season of being a grandmother...an AHMA!!! A name that melts my heart!
When I received this for Grandparent's day...I being the emotional person I am...When Izzy marches down from upstairs after telling me I cannot come up there...she hands me this treasure and I have tears...to which I am sure to a 4 year old thinks why is she crying over this amazing gift and without even a moment she takes that emotion and sticks her tongue out...to which her Uncle begins laughing and says, "that's my niece!" I went on to explain that it was because Ahma loved it so much...
So we flash forward as I got to spend extra days in the last couple weeks and before we headed to go to Lance's house to watch Alabama (the older singing group)...another adventure in and of its own with all the flooding...but I try to focus on my story. Izzy shows me the hand print she made for her mom...And I say I like yours...I am informed that it is her mom's and her picture...but I tell her that I like mine the best. To which she replies, "Yours is mine and yours." And I say maybe someday I will give it to your granddaughter...and then I say if I am still here. To which she replies, "Where you go Ahma?" To which I say maybe Heaven. She says, "You be 45." (One of her favorite numbers). I reply, "Ahma is already past 45." I go on to tell her that I will be over 90 when she is a Grandma. She tells me, "I will be at your 90th birthday"...and then says, "You will be 89." (another favorite number). To which I ask what will I be 89 and she points up. To which her mother says, "Well if that's the case you won't have her 90th birthday." I guess unless they have it without me.
I think of my granddaughter and how she has learned some things that I wish no child had to learn...but I go back to these connections from those that are with us...those that have went on ahead of us...and the connection is there...a part of us in whatever season we go through...and I think of Isabel...a precious gift that perhaps one day she will be mixing meatloaf...teaching her granddaughter a funny song...or some other memory and perhaps she will think of me...and feel my love long after I am 89...
And I include a pic of this season and time...how this little girls sometimes is such an old soul...and when she smiles...it can lighten up even the darkest day...
God Bless!
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