Friday, October 4, 2013

Trees Dripping Gold - It Never Gets Old!

Ah, Autumn at it's finest, the trees actually dripping gold and leaving puddles of it on the ground. Personally, I'm all for leaving them where they fall. No raking, no piling, no bagging. My vote would be to leave the leaves alone. After all, nobody is out raking the leaves up in the forests, and the grass there seems to do just fine. Just sayin'.

This time of year always brings back memories of my dayhome.  One of the favorite Autumn games was to bag the leaves from the front yard, then my wee ones would stand below the rail of our deck like a bunch of mini Romeos from the famed balcony scene, and count. Slowly. To ten. On "ten" my girls and I would dump the bags of leaves on the munchkins, as they would scream and squeal in delight!

We would do that again and again, sometimes for hours. They absolutely loved it. When you are picking leaves out of your kids' hair, looking at their rosy, grinning faces, you know it's been a good day!

This week has been another one for the books.

 The pace at the shop doesn't seem to be slowing down too much, so that's awesome.

I received an email about doing a reading at a "new to me" school. That's always a thrill.

I put the final last minute touches on the music for the wedding this weekend.

AAANNNNNNDDD our peaceful prairie communities were shaken by the sightings of a convicted, escaped, child molesting, violent, dangerous man.

For the first time in, I think, forever, the schools in six or seven different communities were put on full lock down mode. Kids were watched like hawks, even being escorted  by adults to different rooms within the schools.

People were advised not to take their kids to the park or let them play outside. This guy had one of those house arrest "bracelets", and was able to successfully remove it and leave it on the roof of some business, for police to find. Then he hit the road.

From the reports on the news, and the bulletins being put out by the police, one can only assume this man is obviously extremely dangerous and violent. How does a guy like that get to be wandering around with an obviously removable "bracelet" as the public's only protection?

When people like this can terrorize entire communities by the simple possibility of their presence, they have no business being out in those communities, no matter what kind of jewellery they are wearing.

Something about people, and I use the term loosely, who enjoy hurting our wee ones, can encourage the dark side of even the most gentle souls to come out to play.

I have a feeling, that if he hangs out around this part of the countryside too long, he had better pray it's the police who find him.  If I was him I would be thinking long and hard about how many thousands of endless acres there are, and how many parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles have access to giant farm equipment.  If I was him, I would be thinking about that a lot.

Hopefully the police catch him soon and put him back in prison where he belongs. Where he can stay. No more bracelets.

On a much lighter and happier note, and the reason these ramblings are hitting the information highway a bit ahead of schedule, is the wedding tomorrow.

Yep, tomorrow, my baby brother is marrying a sweet, warm beautiful woman, who I will proudly call my new baby sister.

She lights him up like a Christmas tree and he does the same for her. Who could ask for anything more?

It's going to be a weekend of visiting, dancing, and watching two people in love shine.

A great way to spend time!

Choosing to focus on the light instead of the dark, I will leave you, this week, with this wish.

May you find and hold on tight to the one that warms your soul.
May you find that when you let go, you weren't the only one with a hold.

May you find the one who will care for you when you're cold and sweaty with a flu.
May you understand, if they are willing to hold your hair, they really do love you.

May you find the one you can fight with, argue with, without fear of them walking out.
May you find the one who knows love beyond the roses and picnics is what it's all about.

May you find the one who gets your jokes and learns to tolerate the quirks once thought to be so cute and sweet.
May you know in your deepest of soul searching thoughts, a more perfect match for you, you will never meet.

Until next time, my friends, thanks again for taking the time to read these ramblings!

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