No Good Deed Goes Unpunished!

I live in a small town, on a small road, where small people relish in minding all but their own business. Now all you who know me, (all 10 followers), know that my life is about as colorful as a muddy river in Choctaw county and the only exciting thing to ever happen was a movie about Billy Joe McAllister jumping off a bridge and could , in many ways, be just as likely to happen in this little poe-dunk town. But it didnt, and other that that similarity, nothing has ever- or will ever- happen here.
With all that as a frame of reference, in my little life, I managed last week to carve out a few hours to plow by hand- and I mean with a hand pushed, non-mechanical, non-engine plow- my small garden area to turn the soil so that I may prepare it for my winter garden. I worked hard, broke a sweat, and acquired blisters and skeeter bites in strange places that most assuredly were covered up!

      A few days later I skip with joy (sarcasm) to my garden in order to plant seeds and baby plants to tend for the next few months. Just over the fence my neighbor corners me to inquire about my plants and my tomatoes that mysteriously all died within days of each other from fertilizer burn.

( Im still sore as all get out over that because I never have used chemical fertilizer- which makes it odd that they all died from it- the same kind my neighbor swears by and insisits I use...seeing a pattern yet?) He remarks over my rows and that he noticed lots (millions) of small green sprouts right where I had just hoed and cleared(even though it should have been very clear from the previous weeks worth of clearing). He laughed with his blacked out, cavernous, snaggled tooth grin and informed me that the green sprouts were turnip seeds he had left over and took upon himself to toss haphazardly into my cultivated, tilled, cried over, organic, orderly, nurtured soil. I looked at him with disdain, was sick at my stomach mad, and went inside and fumed!

I have excused him in the past because of his ignorance to the fact that I do not need or desire his assistance. Now he is on mylast nerve! Tomorrow a sign goes up in the garden- far from Mr. McGregors sign warning little rabbits...It will read..." Do Not Touch This Garden or I will Kill you, Bury You, and it will STILL be Organic!!"

{ For the Children's Sake }

The important thing is not so much that every child should be taught, as that every child should be given the wish to learn.

~ John Lubbock   

Knowledge which is acquired under compulsion has no hold on the mind. Therefore do not use compulsion, but let early education be a sort of amusement; you will then be better able to discover the child's natural bent.
~ Plato

Our generation was not taught how to learn and was never given a love of learning. Yet our children are trained with the same methods that failed to teach us to learn or to love learning. With only the raw material of our fragmented lives to work with, we attempt to integrate our new vision, godly desires, and goals into our old lifestyles and systems. We use the world's methods to try and produce something they were never designed to produce.
~ Marilyn Howshall

This ain't nothing!

I am old enough to know that love comes in many forms...At its purest it is unselfish, patient, never rialed to anger, and never boastful. In my experience, the earthly love that we are, as young girls, taught to seek, is nothing like the definition. Bummer!! I have turned over rocks, kissed frogs, prayed, settled, and fretted til Im a nervous wreck...but...this aint nothing!
..If your reading this...and we both know you are...Im much stronger than I look! Im a tough old country girl that aint scared to fail! Had a broken heart before and it didnt kill me then, most l,ikely wont this time! And if your waiting on me to cry....its gonna be awhile!- cuz this aint nothing!