PINK PAINTED LADY~"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass~it's about learning to dance in the rain"
PINK PAINTED LADY~
"I can do all things through Christ,who strengthens me"
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I love coffee.I remember when I was a little kid growing up my dad would always sneak me a cup when my mom wasn't around. He would put a ton of cream and (gasp) REAL sugar in it. It wasn't made in a new fangled fancy coffee maker either,nope this was coffee slowly perked in a real percolator.I recall sitting and waiting for it to bubble up through the little clear top and anticipating that warm comforting aroma. Christmas morning was the time I could have it with his fried eggs that he only made once a year.My mom hated them but I thought they were the best!They were all greasy and buttery and just wonderful with that sweet coffee. Those are special memories that I have with him.I'm not sure why he let me have coffee other than maybe because he loved it so much and just wanted to share it and pass along that caffeine addiction.I'm sure that's when it started forming. I had a dream about my dad last night and for some reason woke up thinking of those little "coffee moments" we shared. I wonder if he even knows that I remember that? I should tell him.
I'm a stay at home Christian mom of 7 kids ranging in age from 19 down to 6. I am truly a country girl at heart and hope to someday move to a small farm out in nowhere :) I love my family and my husband,I love to cook and try new recipes~mostly down home style food I ate growing up.
If you want a glimpse of Southern life,Come close and walk with me;I'll tell you all the simple things,That you are sure to see.You'll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees;
Caterpillars on the step,Wooden porches cleanly swept;Watermelons on the vine, Strong majestic Georgia pines Rocking chairs and front yard swingsJunebugs flying on a stringTurnip greens and hotcornbread,Coleslaw and barbecueFried okra, fried corn,fried green tomatoes,Fried pies and pickles too.
There's ice cold tea that 's syrupy sweet,And cool, green grass beneath your feet;Catfish nipping in the lake,And fresh young boys on the make.You'll see all these thingsAnd much, much more,In a way of life, that I adore.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
When you've lost everything else, that's when you find yourself.
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