Monday, June 12, 2017

Welcome Back to the Hollow





Welcome back to the hollow. I've missed you, dear reader.

Due to illness, I’ve not blogged in a long while. Thank you for all the prayers, cards and lovely gifts. Please continue to pray as I regain my strength. I’ll certainly pray for you.

I was so thankful to attend the wonderful Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference shortly after leaving the hospital. It did me a world of good seeing long time friends and meeting new people that love the Lord and writing. Thank you, Edie and DiAnn for a wonderful conference.

Now, are you ready to head out to my porch? 

Grab a glass of sweet tea and meet me at the rockers. Give me a minute to hang my apron on its hook and I’ll be right there.

Isn’t this a lovely day? The grass is the color of bright Easter basket strands. The rhododendrons are blooming in beautiful shades of deep rose and vibrant purple. After a six weeks stay in the hospital, I feel I should twirl around and sing atop the mountain the way Julie Andrews did; arms flung wide open and joy bouncing off her face. The mountains are alive here and so am I. Praise The Lord!


Our dear neighbor Bob has gone to an old homestead to dig replacement hostas that played ring-around-the-rosie with our front yard maple tree. The old tree has provided shade in the summer and a soft landing place for snowflakes in the cold winters. The hostas usually fare well snuggled under the tree, but late cold weather killed some of my favorite varieties.

I feel hostas are at home at a farmhouse, don’t you?

The cardinals that sit on the maple tree limbs are not to be outdone in the color parade. The bird’s blaze of red often catches my eye and brings me frequent bursts of beauty. They will be so happy to find their favorite dried cherries among the bird food today.

As Miss Loanie, the elderly lady up the hollow a ways, is fond of saying; “Them redbirds of yours are like spoilt younguns”. (A little sneak tidbit, readers: Miss Loanie will make an appearance in my work in progress. I believe you will love her and her wealth of mountain wisdom.)

The cows are back in the pasture across the way. I love to watch how the farmer takes care of them. He walks the pastures each week to see if the fence is intact and if any harmful weeds have appeared.

What a lovely picture of our Heavenly Father the caring farmer paints. Like the farmer, our Father walks before us and recognizes harm that might befall us. Sin, like weeds, appears overnight in the fields of our lives. Our Father’s enfolding arms, like the farmer’s fence, provides safety to us that belong to him. We are the sheep of His pasture.

The eternal God is your refuge and dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms. Deuteronomy 33:27

Sweet mercy, I could go on and on, but I need to stop and look over a colander of dried beans. A produce stand at the bottom of the hollow has some delicious tomatoes from Georgia that will complement those beans along with a pan of fried potato patties for supper. Do I need sliced onions or chow-chow?

It has been wonderful spending these few minutes with you. Please let me know of any prayer requests you have. I consider it an honor to pray for you, beloved.

Come go home with me next month, take a sweet breath of mountain air, and give your troubles, your hurry, and worry over to the good Lord. I’ll be here with bells on waiting for you.

Love you all.
Dee Dee  


18 comments:

  1. Sweet Dee Dee, I'm so glad you are feeling better. I wish that I could come visit you on your mountain and see all the sights you so beautifully share.

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    1. Lee, thank you for your sweet comment. We will talk soon.

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  2. Praise the Lord, indeed! What a joy to see you ((H)) at the conference! There, I've used my quota of exclamation points. But it was GRAND! Best blessngs, Dee Dee, from the other mountains in NY.

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    1. Warren, it was wonderful seeing you at the conference. Thank you for your sweet comment.I will always remember you offering your arm when I got out of the car and helping me navigate the conference grounds.

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  3. So good to hear from you. Save me a rocker on your porch!!!

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    1. Done! I will hold you to your promise to come this summer.

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  4. Ah, good to hear from you...I want to come see you with bells on.

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    1. Marcia, thanks so much. I will be jingle-jangling when you come. :)

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  5. What a joy to read your beautiful words again. Praising God with you for His bountiful blessings! ((Hugs!))

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    1. Vonda, thanks so much for your precious comment. This blog was started at your retreat! Love you.

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  6. Ohhhh, I love this! It's so ME! Feels like I'm sitting right there with you, shelling beans on your porch.

    So much love, my friend,
    Julie

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    1. Julie, I feel the same way about your blog!!! Thank you for visiting...come often! Love you.

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  7. So glad to see the mountain again through YOUR beloved eyes. God is good.

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    1. Lori, thank you so much! Love you bunches.

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  8. Who needs picture books or videos when we can see right through your beauty seeking eyes and heart. I love this. Welcome home. I love sitting on your porch with you

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    1. Thank you, Mary. Visit me often! I've had trouble replying to your comment.

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