Just now, gentle readers, I plucked a lemon drop out of the fruit jar on the kitchen cabinet ’cause my sweet tooth told me to. I like things that are colored yellow. I love lemon pie and lemon pudding. I like a good lemon cake but lemonade gives me heartburn. Go figure.
Little Miss Martha is partly responsible for me liking the color yellow. It was her favorite color. She preferred yellow roses over red roses. She always wanted our house to be painted yellow. Just recently I decided I would do exactly that. I had several shades of yellow in little cans that I got from the big box store that I was applying to my house so I could make an informed decision on which one would be the right one. My daughter, Sunni, has a degree in interior design and she suggested that I try several shades as to not overdo it. As I was applying the different shades this huge, I ain’t makin’ this up, yellow butterfly came floating by. Back and forth, back and forth, just fluttering as if it had to get my attention. I paused long enough to name it Martha. Martha was like a butterfly. She was soft, mellow, graceful, beautiful and non threatening. I am almost sure Martha was part of that yellow butterfly or just maybe it had been sent by her. At least I like to consider those sort of things ... do you?
I picked out the lightest shade of yellow that I had applied. I have a red metal roof and some red panels on a few of the larger windows. I didn’t want to overdo it. I overdid it! Yep, I went down and had this particular shade of yellow mixed up, paid for it and started painting. Oooooppps! It turned out to be a little more yellow that I had wanted, but ya know what? My house is painted. It looks nice, clean and fresh and yes, yellow.
Sunni says that it should fade a little given enough time. However, the more I look at it with all the pretty Texas wild flowers planted around it and my little Hummingbird that comes to eat several times a day and the prettiest green lawn I have had in years, it’s all good. I do wonder if Little Miss Martha were alive and here to say, “Jack, ya done good, or hummmm, I don’t know Jack,” which one it would be. I think she could live with it, I hope my neighbors can.
As a side bar, I got busy building some new “bob” wire fence and tearing out old rotten fence braces with new ones. I dug all the post holes the old fashioned way, by hand. That project took about a week and I have to tell you that there is nothing that makes one feel better than to put in a hard day’s work and look back at what you have accomplished. It’s extremely rewarding to me to have some sweat equity in this last quarter of my life. This morning I took ole Nugget for a “runnin’ walk” ride around the fence line and to check on Joe’s cattle that are pastured here. It was a good ride as Nugget has had a lot of time off with me being busy with other chores. All in all, I feel so blessed to have what I have and the “want to” to keep it all together. Life is so short. Too short for too many like my Little Miss Martha, but that yellow butterfly sure gave me a boost.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, be sure to count your blessing, be good to your neighbor and I’ll c y’all, all y’all. ❖