The early morning light radiates off the hummingbird feeder with rays of red flooding my floor. I love to watch the hummingbirds navigate the feeder with their quick as can be wings and hoovering to drink the rich nectar. The orchard sits quietly this morning trees heavy laden with apples, pears and plums awaiting to be picked. Late summer browning of the lawn in spots accentuate the effect of the hot sun on the grass as they both struggle to win. Watered flowering annuals and perennials sit on the patio radiating their beauty alongside a variegated red and white rose bush accenting the already beautiful surroundings. Tall fir and cedar trees surround this paradise with their unmoving branches on this quiet morning. Tall and magnificent they act as guardians keeping out all "that" which is outside their boundaries. Berry bushes, well picked, are winding down their production as the summer heads to fall. Grapes on the vine continue to fill out and hang in loaded clusters awaiting the day they will provide nourishment. It's so early this morning that the 9 chickens haven't even begun to move around clucking as they do. It's quiet and I yearn for the good ole days. Maybe you do too.
That time when things were simple, uncomplicated and easier. Labor was enjoyed and not resented along with the rewards that were guaranteed. Times when families sat down to meals without distraction except the noon time broadcast of Paul Harvey. He would give us the "rest of the story" say "good day!" and sign off as we returned to whatever work on the farm laid before us. Everything from religion to politics seemed simpler and were a fact and not the speculation of pundits who didn't really care if there was truth in what they said or did. Faith was something instilled from all areas of your life from the birth of new calves to the harvest of a crop that made it through the summer to fall harvest. Putting up preserves for the long winter was the retirement plan and along with them came the feelings of accomplishment for a years had work well done. Food wasn't heated in a microwave; nor did it come in packages with ingredients you couldn't pronounce much less know what they were. Things were simpler then and this morning I yearn for some of the simple things of life like pulling a carrot from the garden, rubbing the dirt off, and eating it right then. The crisp crunch still makes my mouth water. Maybe yours does as well.
People didn't seem to have so many problems they had to make excuses for. Accountability and responsibility was not only expected but delivered. Pretending you were someone you weren't was laughed at and not the subject of lawsuits and Supreme Court decisions because your feelings were hurt. Life was simple then. People left the house unlocked and the keys in the vehicles because there wasn't fear of stealing from your neighbor. The word "neighbor" actually meant something and there were feelings of security, friendship and comradie within the community. Borrowing things actually happened and everyone seemed to work for the common good especially when need arose within the community. FEMA wasn't around and neither were the politicians who today try to run the show (because that's what it's become). People said what they meant and meant what they said. You could have your own opinion and that was not protected by political correctness but by respect. There was no time to do mass killings or millions skip school to lay their shoes in a parking lot. Both were a lot of nonsense.
It's all gone now. The world is changing just as prophesied in the Bible. The world, like a star about to go out, has begun the process of becoming nothing but a black hole. The end is near and so many Christians don't seem to care. Why? Because no one remembers and no one wants to change. I yearn for the good ole days and know that those memories carry the weight of a different life lived. My opinion of God, his son Jesus and salvation by no other name remains the same. Maybe it does for you too.
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