I am thankful my mother took the time to journal her life, passions, and heartfelt prayers. Because of what she wrote, I have insight of days and moments that otherwise would be lost to me. In her willingness to express herself through her journals, she continues to inspire and motivate me. And there are days as I read her prayers, I feel as if her hand gently brushes across my brow as it did when I was a little girl.
I giggled to myself, wondering if the people in this community realize what a fun mailman they have. Of course, my thoughts are based on the perception of our little redhead and not every house is occupied with a 5-year-old who thinks that life is one big playground and everyone is just having fun with one another. If only that were true!
I seem to find things at Antique Shops or Thrift Stores that are unusual or could have sentimental value to someone. One of my discoveries is a nursing license from 1932.
Fall Decorating Inside and Out! It is that time of the year and we are sharing with you ideas, projects, recipes, and traditions of our own plus those submitted by our readers! Happy Fall! Welcome Harvest!
Morning Walks Through the Woods – We take the well-worn path that Winnie has made throughout the 17 years that she has been a part of our family. The path takes us by a field of wildflowers. There is a gentle breeze blowing, and the flowers are swaying back and forth, creating a sea of purple, yellow, red, and white on a backdrop of green and gold grasses.
Life is a Journey | As we celebrate four years of sharing our Life at Spring Meadows, in the next few days we will announce our first give-away that you will not want to miss! If you are subscribed to receive our email newsletter, you are already entered for the drawing that will take place November 1. If you share a link through Pinterest, Facebook, or Twitter, you name is entered again each time. Send us a message to let us know! Be sure to subscribe to be eligible for the drawing!
A faithful friend. We can’t go through life without one. Well, I suppose we could, but who wants to? We all need our friends. And a tennis ball. Or something.
While browsing through an old box of keepsakes that belonged to my Grandmother Headrick (Mama Headrick is what we all called her!), I found several folded newspaper ads, a quilting pattern, postmarked letters from her family in Mississippi, and numerous handwritten recipes. The image that came to mind as I glanced through the recipes was her kitchen. Every time I entered her house through the back door into the kitchen, I would always find leftover biscuits with smoked bacon or maybe her teacakes fresh out of the oven. She passed away in September 1977, and I am sure this box of keepsakes have been stored even long before her death.