Yesterday's Gatherings...

Had a Crazy...Busy Day...Yesterday... so many 'had to get done's' The Horse Shoer was here, early.... and as Scout and I waited for him, in the pasture... I noticed Scout had pulled a huge iron track, from a frame machine, onto the ground...{ he gets board...and, like a pup...can be destructive!} I didn't want him to  get hurt on it...so...I picked it up....{ I'll bet all of 100 pounds} and hurled it... onto the frame machine... unfortunately...it 'hurled' back...it was caught on something...and kicked back....the end of it... hit my shin...and leg...I truly thought I had broken my leg...

I kept going...I could walk on it...and got all of my 'had to's'...done... but...by 5, when I got back home... I nearly had to cut my jeans away...from my calf... it was a long...long...day...

It looks much better, today the salve helped a lot...it hurts....but...not so bad...

On my Journey, yesterday...ran into some wonderful folk...Some, from New Orleans...they are from France, originally... Loved visiting with them... and gathered some very interesting treasures...Love the Staffordshire...in Red Transfer...soooo hard to find...and...of course...the Vintage Farm Animal Set... oh my...there must be 30, to 40 pieces...in such good shape... with detailed descriptions of each critter, on the back...{even mentioning Iowa, as one of the main Farm States... : )}

Ahhh...but the Velvet Heart Shaped Box.... that was my 'treasure'...for the day.... I can't afford to keep it...but...I'll enjoy it... for a while..and I know...it will find it's way..to the Perfect Hands...

The truck is loaded...with some heavy stuff... and a very sweet, Chimney Cupboard... {an Honest...Real Deal...Chimney Cupboard....also, hard to find...}

I'll be open Sunday, 12 -4 and have the New Arrivals, in!

Love to Ya...

Barb C.

{Talked with Peg, yesterday... she is exhausted...I said,  "Good! Means those Chemo Soldiers are FIGHTING!!!"....Please continue, to keep her in your Positive Thoughts... and Prayers.... I can see that tumor SHRINKING to NOTHING!!!}

{I gotta tell ya... as I was doing dishes.... I saw a fly...struggling... in the dish water...{ I  love all creatures...Great...and small...but flies...I have an issue with... } {and...why is there a fly..hanging around...anyway???? it's mid November!...} but... I scooped him out...and put him on a tissue...by the sink... to dry off...he looked like a goner...I finished my dishes... then, opened my 'Streams, in the Desert'....and looked to see, what message I needed to see, today... this, is what I read...

"If anyone gives even a cup of cold water..., he will certainly not lose his reward." {Matthew 10:42}

What shall I do? I expect to pass through this world but once. Therefore any good work, kindness, or service I can render to any person or animal, let me do it now. Let me not neglect or delay to do it, for I will not pass this way again. {an old Quaker saying}

It isn't the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone,

That gives you the bitter heartache

At the setting of the sun...

The tender word unspoken,

The letter you did not write...

The flower you might of sent, dear,

Are your Haunting Ghosts, at night..

The Stone you might have lifted

Out of your brother's way...

The bit of heartfelt counsel

You were hurried too much to say;

The Loving touch of the hand, dear,

The Gentle and winsome tone,

That you had no time or thought for,

With troubles enough of your own...

These little acts of kindness,

So easily out of mind,

These chances to be angels,

Which even mortals find...

They come in nights of silence,

To take away the grief,

When Hope is faint and feeble,

And Drought has stopped belief....

For life is all too short, dear,

And sorrow is all too great. To allow our slow compassion

That tarries until too late.

And, it's not the thing you do, dear,

It's the thing you leave undone,

That gives you bitter Heartache,

At the setting of the Sun....

{Adelaide Proctor}

Give what you have, for you never know...to someone else it may be better than you can even dare to think. {Henry Wadsworth Longfellow}

{The fly...has flown away... oh my... }