smells? Priceless...

Everytime my Aunt Ruth drives by a rather odiferous farm says, "Smells like money!"

Smells like that to me are, well, memorable.

Living on a farm, I think I've smelled

the full bouquet that has come out of a

cow, sheep, chicken's bum that I care to admit.

Apart from that... I woke up yesterday morning, walked out to the deck, smelled the air and immediately was transported back to the days at the farm in the summertime after my dad finished cutting the alfalfa. It's this green, warm, sweet, lime and clover smell.

It's as though you want to be turned into a cow

to be able to eat it. It is also a smell of

walking without a time limit with long strides;

warm sun filling your body to the tips

of your toes; working on the earth's schedule

in which the time clock is your own eternal clock;

and a feeling of peace which comes at the peak

of complete and total chaos that everything will fall into place.

That peace is the same after smelling my son's hair after lunch, my daughter's neck when she gives me a hug after her bath, and my husband in the morning.

Then Jesus said to his disciples: "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest? Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:22-27

a distant memory

One of the things Bill Cosby said about getting old was, "You know you're getting old when you bend over to dry your feet and water pours out of your belly button."

Well, for women after squeezing 2 pups out, the water never has a chance. I am fighting a loosing battle over the belly button plunge. When I was 18, I had this very cute bellybutton.

I remember it, because I could see it.

Now, I can see the top of it. Well, the part that could be pierced... I wonder if God knew the pain he told Eve she was going to have would be passed down endless lines of women to end up with me wondering whether I want to go through piercing my bellybutton and having it ripped out because my monkey children would think it fun to use my belly as a stepping stone.

It sounds like I'm complaining... I'm really not.

I have paid my dues and am proud of my accomplishments.

All of them...from carrying to term 2 beautiful children

and gaining back my body I had when

I was dating my husband. Just think a shorter Gabrielle Reese...

without the face... and the 10 foot spike...

Anyways...to each their own.

Onward and forward... with the search of the fountain of youth...

If anyone wants to know... it is here in my house.