Don't Look over the Fence

Coming back from Chicago Sis and I did our usual thing. I drove and she piloted. We went off of the main highways to two lane roads several times to make our route more direct. Sis does not like it when we are heading south and the highway heads sharply north before turning south once more. At that point we get off the main freeway and see America so to speak. 

On this last trip I met a woman staying behind one of our hotels with her family in their camper. She had several little dogs and we connected first with dog talk. I then discovered that she and her husband were migrant workers. They were in the area to harvest wheat. The near fields needed another day or two before harvesting so she and hubby and in laws spent time around their camp. From Kansas they would head further north continuing to stop and harvest as they went. These farms were yearly stops and work areas. She was very upbeat and friendly and accepted her life as normal. I wonder what it would be like to spend most of the year traveling in a camper as your home and going from farm to farm to work. Sometimes they would stay on the property of where they were working but not all of the farmers wanted them to do that. She stated that she preferred leaving the property and going to their own camp. 

When I say RV I do not mean one of those mammoth beasts that pull yachts and jeeps and are as big as a bus. Their RV was one of modest room pulled behind an old pickup. They depended on the seasons and crops to live. Life on the road. It sounds romantic and free. I am not sure that is true. I need to spend more time looking at all of the good things in my own life and appreciating them. My lady found happiness in simply being with her husband and making ends meet. That is the life she knew and was accepting that and making it a good one. I need to do the same in my own life. I have to stop looking over the fence so to speak and see how green my own grass is growing. 

Ahh! Summer

I love summer. (Okay I also love fall, winter and spring.)Anyway, back to summer. Books epitomize summer. I read. I actually sit and read a book from cover to cover. Don't give me too much credit. These are not deep uplifting titles. During the summer I like to read what I call grocery store genre. These include books that are cheap, paperback and are mostly fluff. Every once in a while I come across a winner that I have to make sure I tell my friends the title. For the most part though, these are just quick reads for nothing but pure enjoyment. 

Sis and I travel to visit family. Books once again take part. We are road trippers. We pack the van, load the dogs and pop in audio books. The open road and a good story are a wonderful match. We range from classics to mysteries, biographies, and romance. There was even one time that we had almost arrived at our parent's house and took the long way in order to finish the book we were listening to at the time. I know, I know, our priorities need tweaking at times. 

So put a book in your purse, pop one into the car's audio or sit in the shade and lose yourself in a story other than your own. I always feel a bit happier after a trip into a good tale. Please "book" yourself into an enjoyable story of your own choosing. I know you will be glad that you did. 

It has been awhile since I have taken the time to write. I was reminded today that I need moments of creativity in my life in order to make me feel better about who I am. I went to school on a Saturday and met a few crafty friends. I spent most of the day creating cards, laughing, eating and giving my opinion on others creative efforts. ( Only when I was asked I might add.) I left feeling good. I had some wonderful cards to show for my day and I had connected with ladies that I had not spent quality time with in far too long. I recommend some time spent creating to all. I wonder if when God finished creating he not only saw that it was good but felt that it was good?