Ah,what a relaxing evening. We wound slowly around the,snacking along the way,
in different parts of the world.
To end the evening with one of the most amazing firework display.
Holding on,old,not seeming to serve a purpose anymore. I am not sure why, but I could not get rid of this photo. It has sat in my drafts since Saturday and I went back and forth on deleting it. I do not have an artist eye, the critical look, but I was drawn. The barn and land around seem forgotten. The animals this post and wire fence was protecting, all have long gone.
I like his white marking right behind the left front leg. What a handsome guy. Look at the swish of his tail. Each time we camp at Fort Wilderness Campground, we visit the barn.
Is there a Fort Fiend out there who knows which fella this is??? Clydesdale? Percheron?
This title may make someone think I am going to bring up a touchy subject. No, and I smile. I was just able to spend some time in a wheelchair over the Memorial Day weekend. This is where I discovered the different views we have between sitting on a bench, in a wheelchair, and standing to view people all around us. And, did I have one of the best places to do this at. Disney World! Magic Kingdom! Animal Kingdom and Hollywood Studios!
For the past few months, I have really been struggling with Plantar Fasciitis in my right foot. For awhile, I woke up each morning really expecting it to be healed. How naive. I am not old, but nor am I young. So I half-heartedly began icing my foot and stretching out my whole body. I resisted sitting down with my leg up. I refused to take an ibuprofen.
Because I was stubborn, I had to wear strong, clunky tennis shoes instead of glittery pretty sandals with my dresses and skirts. I had to be wheeled around at all the major theme parks by my husband. But to top it all off and what made me cry…. We were asked to meet our Marine. Our son for a fast paced, fun adventure in Florida and his Momma was not able to keep up. (I always keep up. I think I have always set a fast pace, weaving in and out of people, the family following like my ducklings).
I found myself wanting to wear a grumpy shirt,ha ha, and realizing I did this to not only myself, but to my husband and son. So, as I first sat down, and felt sweet relief, I also saw them smile at me. They did not want to see me suffering. They did not have selfish thoughts of running ahead, leaving me behind while they rode rides.
It was a different experience and brought on a lot of laughs. I saw the wall a few times. But my husband was only joking, and would turn me around. I saw a lot of bottoms, and more pulling and adjusting than what I knew went on. I did not know a stretched, sore neck would happen, but I like to see my boys as I talk to them. I have to say, I really saw a lot more than this. I saw, at a more relaxed pace than anyone, people laughing, children with painted faces, hugs, hand holding, families getting tired, flower blooms, ducks and birds.
And then, I saw Walt Disney’s signs! I saw and read his vision. I strolled down Main Street with him. I tasted the flavors. I heard the laughter and excited banter. A different slower pace for me. Maybe not a different view than what others saw. My view is rated 5 stars. A wonder. A blessing!
First day out dream building! We are searching for OUR land. Land here in Tennessee where our children raise our grandchildren. A farm house we update and preserve, land we learn how to raise animals on, and a huge garden we plant. Encouraging our parents and children to live on our land. Where we laugh, growing older together, traveling, blogging, loving our blessed life!
Waiting on a bus at Fort Wilderness Campground a few weeks ago, a lady walks up and just starts chatting away about their trip and the cabin they are staying in. How soaked their shoes were, where they were from and the area she lived in, in Indiana. She struck me as so warm and I felt like we should exchange addresses and become pen pals. She was not shy by any means, nor was she too talkative. Although she fit a lot into two minutes before the bus got there, we were still able to be involved. She even shared her weather forecast. She had always lived in Indiana. This is where my husband and I were born. I vaguely remember some pretty cool ways of being able to tell the weather and how the crops would turn out. The one she shared quickly as the bus was pulling in-she found two spoons in a persimmon. A lot of snow will be coming their way! Luckily, we live in Tennessee, close to Nashville. But still. I am curious and wish I had gotten home and looked for a persimmon!