Rocking Chairs and Tea

This morning I had a couple of loads of laundry done and a paper written and submitted well before noon. Anything done before noon on a Saturday is a milestone for me, but I guess all the extra rest I got this week recovering from a cold has left me feeling energized.

And my daughter was not here to watch That's So Raven or Hannah Montana with... I feel kind of funny watching those on my own.

Since it's right at the end of the month, Old Mother Hubbard's cupboards are pretty bare. Everyone is out for the day except for me and the middle (and that kid is happy with Cheerios's for lunch), so I thought I would make a pot of tea and finish off some biscuits with the remainder of the pumpkin butter I bought a while back in the Smoky Mountains.

How amazing that the simplest things can turn out to be such a treat! I took my plate full of tea cup, biscuits, and butter and made my way out to the front porch with the cat close behind. I've gotten so accustomed to the front porch swing I forgot how much I enjoy sitting in a rocking chair. I thought about that first Christmas we were here and my mom, dad, and grandma came out to visit. My dad insisted on getting those chairs (2) and a small table to go with them. I can still see my little ole grandma sitting on the swing holding her bad foot up in the air. She was so small and though we didn't know it at the time, she didn't have a full month left on this earth. Maybe that's why I love this porch so much. Good memories, lasting moments that the Lord graced us with.

Anyway, the biscuits have been finished off and my tea cup is about empty. The neighbors next door are planting more bushes and putting down mulch that I am certain will be washed downhill with the next good rain. A neighbor across the street is arguing with a Direct TV guy about how he "shouldn't have to pay" for something or other. Another neighbor just waved as she pulled up to get her mail. A few motorcycles have went by and several vehicles with bicycles on the back. Just another beautiful Saturday.

In a few hours I'll have to fight the interstate traffic to go pick up our youngest. Another few hours after that and I'll have to sit through several stoplights to go pick up our oldest. It will be right around that time my husband will come home wondering what's for supper. Until that time, though, I think I'm going to sit right here and have another cup of tea.

And possibly watch the neighbor and the Direct TV guy get into a fight.