Good Morning! You know— when people say George, “you can’t change the world, I tell them, maybe not, but I sure can change my corner of it.”
Well, it looks like we’re in for a bit more rain this morning. Sure can’t do much about it, so I reckon I’ll just let it be. It’s been steady, and by the looks of things, it won’t ease up till the afternoon. After that though, they say the sun’ll be poking through, and we’re supposed to have six days of decent weather ahead. I’ll believe it when I see it, as this time of year, anything can change at the drop of a hat. It seems like every season’s got its own tricks, and you learn to roll with it, living out here as long as I have.
I remember my old Dad saying once, “George, when you live here on the farm, you learn to take things as they come. No use fussing over the weather like they do in the city. We live day to day, one moment it’s warm as toast, and the next, there’s frost on the pumpkins. Keeps a man humble, knowing he’s not in charge— the thing is, nature’s running the show, and we’re just here for the ride.”
Highway 522 has slowed down some traffic wise with mostly locals roaming around. Which is normal for our neck of the woods, especially this time of year.
On another note, with the rain keeping me indoors yesterday, I spent the day tinkering away on the computer. Turned out to be a productive one. Felt pretty good to sit a spell and let the old bones take a break. They’re starting to feel a bit more like their usual self, which is a good thing because there’s still plenty of work waiting outside. Winter’s got a way of sneaking up on you around here, and if you don’t get ahead of it while the weather holds, well… you might just find yourself in for a rough go.
Today however being still raining off and on I am thinking I will spend another day writing up some stories, or I might just edit up another YouTube Video I made awhile back. I have to admit I enjoy doing those things, that is when it isn’t nice outside, as I hate being inside on beautiful days.
With that I am off once again for my breakfast that my lovely wife has prepared for me, and will then see what the rest of the day has to offer.
You never know what the day might bring; often, it’s the simplest moments that turn out to be the sweetest. Living out here where we do, away from the cities, I’ve come to understand that life isn’t just about the chores that need doing. Not by a long shot. It’s also about savoring those little things—the warmth of a good meal, the gentle patter of rain on the roof, and— the comfort of having a loved one like my little woman by my side.
You all have a great day and remember: “Every day’s a gift—just don’t forget to open it slow-like.” GW