The Child is Growing Up

I remember saying multiple times, "I don't want to be mature. I don't want to have to think like a grown up." You have to understand I had beautiful manners and I knew very well what was expected of me...and I delivered as expected, I might add. But there are days where you just want to be carefree and throw convention aside. Who makes up the rules anyway?

Our child is now at that stage where much is demanded of him now. Job interviews. Behavior befitting a student networking with professors and other professionals. Parental expectations.

My husband and I looked wide-eyed at each other several times lately when the perverbial lightbulb has definitely glowed ever so brightly. Oh, my! 'He is growing up!' our silent communication hums between the two of us. YYYAAAHHHOOOO!!

All the hours, the sweat, the worry, the stress, the hope, the lectures, the examples, the mentoring, the village, the family, the love, the hugs, the praise, the church, the yelling, the clapping, the trust, the prayers are embedded in a handsome, fun, big-hearted, well-schooled young gentleman.

And his parents are mighty glad he's theirs.

Wedding Rings

I'm asked the proper protocol for wearing wedding and engagement rings often.

The bridal guides and etiquette books will tell you the wedding ring should be 'closest to your heart'. Thus during the ceremony you should slip your engagement ring onto your right hand and your groom will slide the wedding ring on your now bare left at the appropriate moment.

This tradition perhaps (I really have no clue) started when only bands were exchanged.

I, for one, have followed my own perspective. When my boyfriend asked me to marry him and presented me with his engagement ring, I was a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y thrilled. Not only was he telling me he loved me but he was pledging to spend his life with me. That is such a monumental declaration. I accepted his proposal and proudly wore the symbol of his promise.

During the exchange of vows I bowed to convention and had a bare ring finger on my left hand. But after we left the sanctuary, I re-arranged my rings by stacking my engagement ring THEN wedding ring on my hand. It felt good to wear the two pieces in the order in which they were given. The wedding ring sealed our new status as a husband and wife, topping the first ring which was his initial gift.

It's interesting to watch the ladies faces as we talk about it. Some reflect surprise, some doubt and others agreement. I'll keep spreading my theory -- the converts will come!

Freedom to Vote

I loved going to the polls yesterday. I voted after work and when I got there all of the machines (about 12) were busy. Two of my friends were working at the precinct sign-in desk. One told me there had been at least an 80% turn-out. I was thrilled at that impressive figure. Being an active participant during that long day so intrinsic to our American tradition would definitely give you an interesting perspective.

The high school in our community has the entire senior class volunteer as poll workers fulfilling a requirement of their class curriculum. Great hands-on opportunity. Brings the democratic concept to life. Should give them a new sense of appreciation for this liberty they have been given.

Say a daily prayer that our elected officials heed the Lord's voice. There is a plan filled with wisdom and guidance -- His plan. It does exist. All one has to do is listen which, in concept, is so simple. Yet we humans have a real problem with that listening 'thing', don't we??

Childrens Books -- How My Lifelong Passion Began

Ever since second grade, books have been my constant companions. I've read hundreds and hundreds over my lifetime...and hopefully that will change to thousands and thousands before I'm through.

Paddington's adventures. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's lessons. Baba Yaga's legend. The beginning of a life-long passion. One I've shared with my son. One he now claims as his own....

So much more than a hobby. More like an appendage. If ever cut off my life would be missing an integral part of 'me'. I spend time between the covers each and every day. Expanding horizons. Immersed in a good romance. Listening to a witty discussion. Relaxing. Dreaming. Learning.

Need to discover a good book with a small one in your life? Try Tuesday by David Wiesner or Ship of Dreams by Dean Morrissey. Snuggle close in a chair. Luxuriate in your precious time together. Count your blessings -- times like these are treasures, seeds for wonderful life-long memories.

If you need some wonderful titles, just let me know. I would be happy to share a few. But be warned! Once you start you won't be able to stop. You will get hooked. But no worries -- the only regret you'll have is you'll wish you started sooner!

Innocence

Thursday night was Trick or Treat night in our community. I look forward to it every year. The little ones are so darling. They cry "TRICK OR TREAT" and hold their candy bags out proudly. They peer into my basket to see what is about to be added to their collection. Shouting 'Thank You!!" they rush to show their parents what they received before scampering off to the next house.

This year I had several who wanted to talk. They explained their costumes, why they picked them, what their favorite candies are, how their school costume parade went. I listened to their animated tales, happy they felt like sharing with me. What a hoot!

There were a few I didn't recognize. Some are from depressed or unsafe areas of the city. I welcome the children knowing their parents have made a wonderful choice. We have plenty to share and those brilliant smiles and bright eyes deserve to celebrate a fun American tradition without worry.

To be so animated. Bubbly. Living in the moment. Safe with neighbors who care. Protected by parents who love them. As it should be...on Beggers' Night and the other 364 of the year.

Philip W Smith B&B: Graceful, Preserved Elegance

You all know I like to pass on compliments and positive reviews. I want to introduce you to Chris and Jill Nelson, proprietors of two gorgeous Victorian homes on Main Street in Richmond, Indiana. Within two'ish hours due west you will find yourself transported to fabulous woodwork, incredible jewel-tone stained glass windows, chandeliers, unique tiled fireplaces and claw-footed bathtubs. ( Check out their website: www.pwsmithbnb.com)

We have stayed twice with them. Two years ago we stayed at the Smith house. Earlier this month we stayed at the Martha E. Parry home. Very easy to find and just two blocks separates them. The breakfasts are delicious and there's always a yummy evening snack such as a homemade berry pie or chocolate dessert. (They are respectful to their guests' dietary needs.)

Chris and Jill are a young couple who are extremely involved in the preservation of the homes in the historic district where these are located. In fact, they have just purchased two more homes to renovate directly across the street. I would love for you to experience their gracious hospitality. A drive over during the fall, viewing the beautiful leaves along the way, sets the tone for a relaxing weekend. Enjoy!

Winterizing: More Than I Bargained For

For those that know me well know I love my flower beds that both surround the house and are free-standing. Over the twenty-some years we have been in this house I have switched from mostly annuals to a collection of perennials I'm proud of. From the practical (day lilies and sedums) to the unique (my Toad Lily is blooming now -- it is way cool. Look it up. Blooms in later fall and every stem is lined with a row of orchid-looking blooms. Amazing!).

Part of the annual cycle of care is getting the beds ready for the cold season. And this year I decided to do my sedum-oriental grass-hosta cut-back earlier than usual. By two weeks at least. Why? Because every other year I have waited until frost when by that time the grasses have shot up their feathery plumes and then turned to stiff, hard-to-cut straw-like stuff and the hollow stems of the sedum turn to bamboo'ish instruments of torture.

After 2 1/2 hours I was completely finished. So much easier. So much quicker. (I even used the electric hedge trimmers on the grass for the first time -- I went flyin' thru those wide stands! Woo-Hoo!!) How smart was I..... till I looked at my arms the following morning after I arrived at work. I felt this little twinge of some sort. I pulled up my left sleeve then my right to find both my forearms from my wrists to my elbows covered (let me repeat that...covered) with narrow yet long scabbed-over lacerations. I looked like I had been whipped repeatedly by some nasty uber-thin lash. I was so embarrassed!! I couldn't roll those cuffs down fast enough!!

So all of you neophyte gardeners out there -- LFME (learn from my experience): Yes, it makes perfect sense to be ahead of the calendar to prevent blisters and cut down on time...and Yes, cutting while still green makes it easier to shove those pliable stems into the yard trash bags....but No, do not allow bare arms to come in contact with those itty-bitty, teeny-weeny extremely sharp serrated edges of the grass blades while you do the stuffing. They're nasty, mean, adhere to "take no prisoners" warfare and show absolutely no favoritism. None whatsoever. Really. No joke. Nada. (ouch)