I'm still trying to digest the fact that south Dyersburg got some sort of baptism by fire from the little bitty old Forked Deer river that winds around
All three of our critters seem to sense that change is in the air. Lily rarely snuggles up to me, yet she's been my constant companion for the past week or so. Faith got her nails did when she had surgery so her clicks on the laminate have become duller. Sam just chases everything in sight that wants a good run. Some poor skunk got murdered up by the dairy barn and the entire lane smelled like giant fart until the vulchers cleaned up that whole mess piece by piece. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Pecan season is almost here and there seem to be a few nuts hanging from the trees that have ones big enough to pick up and crack . Virginia creeper is everywhere and turning redder by the day. I don't know about ya'll, but I'm ready to open the windows and give the electric service a little break from my hard-earned money...with late fees. God bless the propane guy who hasn't said a word about keeping us warm last February on credit. Chocolate cake coming his way sometime in the near future. With interest, of course.
Please do not come to the ER tomorrow seeking pain meds or nerve pills. That seriously puts a damper on my Sundays at the sawmill. You can tell the minute that the bars or church lets out because here they come in droves seeking medical attention from overworked and underpaid caregivers. Back in the day, we had church services up on the third floor where the stained glass windows were.. Bradley played the organ and we all took a moment to remember what religion is all about. Me and Lisa were the choir, so to speak, with UM hymnals in hand singing at the top of our lungs. Those were the days, my friend.
Over and out from Pecan Lane ^j^