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Friday, April 6, 2012

Sniffles and Sneezles

The only drawback that I can think of when it comes to living here in the Appalachian mountains of Eastern Kentucky is that with the profusion of flora and fauna that arrive with every Springtime, we also have the coming of the dreaded...  ALLERGY SEASON!! (que the music from the movie, Psycho).  What was a nondescript "post nasal drip" on Monday has now become a full, dry, bronchitis/asthmatic cough by today on Friday.   And so I have taken a much needed day of rest and stayed home from work and am sitting here in my bunny slippers and pajamas.  I caught a glimpse of the illusive blue jay this morning.  He likes to visit my family room window sill but I seldom have my camera ready when he arrives.  But I still have hopes that I will capture him on digital so that I can share him with you here soon.  From my window where I sit typing this, I can see a brilliantly blue sky and beautiful sun, but my cough is so bad this morning that I am not venturing far from my steam room or cough meds.  Hopefully soon, I can be back out enjoying the beauty all around us here on the river and sharing it with y'all via this blog.  Until then, I'll leave you with a few pictures take at the lake near here just a week or so ago. Enjoy !     

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Sweet Retreat

I often felt that if you sat on my deck long enough, the world would eventually pass by.  Well, maybe not the whole world, but at least some fairly interesting characters. You see robins and blue jays.  There are dusky red cardinals and the occasionaly blue jay.  If you're quiet you see the deer and the squirrel playing in the back yard and in late evening you might catch a glimpse of a fox as it heads over the river bank.  I suppose the reason that I am so enamored with my life here on the river is because it is so far removed from my nine to five world.  In the legal business, there is never a quiet moment.  All day long folks are bringing you their problems.  No one comes to a law office when they are happy.  The best you can hope for in my business is the occasional pre-nuptial agreement or an adoption.  Those, and a couple closing on their first home are about the only "good news" you ever hear.  The rest of the time it's people who are in trouble and need help.  Usually their lives, or the lives of those the love, are in a mess.  A big tangled mess that they bring and pay well to dump in your lap and have you unravel and try to make smooth again.  So from eight in the morning til whenever you get the chance to turn out the office light and go home, your every thought belongs to someone else's need.   And if you're not careful, you'll end up bringing it home with you.  Things like the sound of a mother's voice as she tells you that her husband has been placed on hospice and is there any way that their son, who is incarcerated, can come see his dad one more time?  And things like you having to tell them that no, that's not possible but we can most likely help get permission for the funeral when the time comes.   You carry the sound of that mother's voice as it breaks with you if you are not careful and that, coupled with so many others can weigh you down so heavily.

Is it any wonder then why I love my life here on the river.  Here on the river, it's quiet.  No jarring phones.  No one else's problems.  Just the chattering of the birds as you walk beneath the canopy of trees.  Here on the river there are no court dates that have to be changed, no schedules to live and die by, no one pecking at you for something....always something.   Here, time stands still.  The world and the river move at a much slower pace.  And here you have things you can count on.  Like the old pear tree out back.  Every year she blossums out right on time, and every year those juicy heavy pears ripen and wait for my husband's deft hand to serve them in a red wine reduction that will make you weak in the knees. 

So when the last phone call has been made and the office has been locked up for the night--when the file cabinets have been shut and it's time to go home and live to fight another day, I head to my respite. I head home--to my life here on the river.   As close to paradise as you can get on a daily basis.  Come sit a spell with me on my deck and let's watch the world go by.  Or at least all the "important" folks.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Life On The River...

So I've decided to rename my blog here, from Home and Hearth to "Life On The River".  I feel that name more aptly describes my home and my hearth.   We live in the beautiful Appalachian mountains of Eastern Kentucky directly overlooking the river here.   And for us right now, Life on the River is all about SPRINGTIME!  Spring is bursting in full force here.  It came early this year due to the extremely warm temperatures.   In March, temperatures hit in the low to mid 90s.  Yes, I said 90s.   It's been averaging about 83 degrees here the past couple of weeks.  So gone are the sweaters and the jackets and out have come the flip flop sandals and crop pants.   So come feel the thick, soft carpet of grass on your bare feet and the feel the cool canopy shade of towering trees over your head.  Look to your left and see the robin perched on a limb and the squirrel frozen for a moment on the grass before he scurries up a log.   Here the gentle whiny of the horses as they graze.   Look to your right as the late afternoon sun sparkles and dances on the water and flickers through the trees.  This is my world.  This is my home.  This is my.... Life on the River.    Welcome.