tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post133152755733801105..comments2024-03-28T23:06:10.904-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: HistoryMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25619149953225799472013-11-11T17:07:00.502-05:002013-11-11T17:07:00.502-05:00Great history of your house. So good that you have...Great history of your house. So good that you have such great information and that photo is really neat. Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31202872514356383432013-11-11T17:01:21.532-05:002013-11-11T17:01:21.532-05:00I always love hearing about your home as it is ext...I always love hearing about your home as it is extremely obvious how much love you hold for it. That is quite the history relating to an old house - I doubt many of your countrymen can boast the same about theirs!Waynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11147955032153251117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-34440780848548377102013-11-11T09:29:03.691-05:002013-11-11T09:29:03.691-05:00Angella- I think that one of the best things about...Angella- I think that one of the best things about having grandchildren is that it gives us old folks something to talk about. Seriously.<br /><br />Elizabeth- You're so sweet. I feel so boring. So thanks.<br /><br />SJ- Georgia has a LOT of red clay and actually, so does Florida. Just not my two acres. <br /><br />Sweet Jo- And I'm sure the friend you were having dinner with was like, "Uh. Yes. Well. Pass the salt."<br />I'm so glad you come here. I'm so glad you like my stories.<br /><br />Beth- I love that you appreciate my grumpiness and cussedness because they sure are a part of me. And I'm not ashamed of that at all. <br /><br />Heartinhand- We were talking about that last night- how we are the only people in our little community who use our front porch. And we've lived here almost ten years so I don't think it's a passing fancy that we do it. I don't understand how people can not take some time to sit out if they have nice porches. But people these days so rarely do. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33752541090109467902013-11-11T06:05:37.532-05:002013-11-11T06:05:37.532-05:00Down the street from me, there is a house with two...Down the street from me, there is a house with two big old rockers on the front porch. I NEVER see anyone rocking in them. I am always tempted to climb up there and rock in them. Maybe that's what I need for my deck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10536661405087213812013-11-10T21:55:29.954-05:002013-11-10T21:55:29.954-05:00Honey, I know about the dust. Around here we get a...Honey, I know about the dust. Around here we get a lot of rain and when we don't, the plants get that disappointed look and I have to drag the garden hose around, surly not as good as a good soaking. <br /><br />Your sweet family that you built with your man and your bountiful love (and humor and grumpiness and cussedness and grace).<br /><br />I feel it all the way from here.<br /><br />XX Bethbeth coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-89430658603494429692013-11-10T21:35:53.142-05:002013-11-10T21:35:53.142-05:00I was telling a friend at dinner all about you and...I was telling a friend at dinner all about you and your family and your chickens and your beautiful writing and how much I look forward to hearing about your days and here I am blessed with another grand recounting of a day in your life. From bacon and sweet boys to yard work and martinis with your love. It is all such a treat. Sweet JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33338716420438850382013-11-10T19:59:11.892-05:002013-11-10T19:59:11.892-05:00"What I know about geology could be stuck up ..."What I know about geology could be stuck up an ant's butt and it wouldn't even know it was there." I started giggling right out loud at that, where I stand tending boiling eggs. <br /><br />We often say "red as alabama clay" around our family and I guess I never thought it'd be in Florida too. And Georgia. It's not in Kentucky, and it's sure as hell not here in DC. <br /><br />Sleep good. See you tomorrow.SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6742167677881914692013-11-10T19:48:54.021-05:002013-11-10T19:48:54.021-05:00What a beautiful summary of your day, and I loved ...What a beautiful summary of your day, and I loved reading every word.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66101631651959497712013-11-10T19:29:06.481-05:002013-11-10T19:29:06.481-05:00You and mr moon with your martinis, rocking and ta...You and mr moon with your martinis, rocking and talking in the porch, relishing your grandsons in that good tired way, gosh it's beautiful. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.com