Bless you Babies

Bless you babies and the love you bring.

Lift your weeping head and close your eyes, listen to the song birds sing to each other the song of life.

Lessons of love and kindness are all around. You have the right to wear the crown.

The crown of happiness is not far to find, just look up and praise the maker if the sun and sky.

Bless you babies and the love you bring.

Breath in the air and let it caress the miracle string in which you sing. Realize you are the reason for someone smiling.

Gather up all that is good and make for yourself a new pair of glasses. People are ugly, but what you may see in the world is what leaves many in awe.

Bless you babies and the love you bring

Go sit in the sunshine and feel the hug of the sun and the kiss of the breeze.

Mountains are hard to climb, but remember big things are meant to be conquered.

Feeling small is a strength of humility you own and others lack. Shine bright with that fact.

Bless you babies and the love you bring.

Open your eyes and watch the dandelion dance in the wind. Small is the seed that travels so far and plants it’s beauty in the yard of many. Some mistake it as weed. While others recognize the strength of the healer.

Bless you babies and love you bring.

I hope know how loved you are. I know right now things are hard. I want the pain you feel to be taken.

Stranger you may be, but my heart and arms are wide open with nothing that is meant to harm you.

I want you to know how perfect you are. Please don’t take life for granted. Bless you babies and the life you bring.

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A Seed Can Start So Much More

Memories of gardening with a little bit of meaning

The start of this year’s vegetable garden. ❀🌢🌢🌢 Has me thinking…

I’m so blessed to have grown up in a family that taught me to grow and preserve my own food.

From the womb I have been in a garden just about every summer of my life… Literally my mother will tell you about sitting in a lawn chair gardening while pregnant with me, haha

The memories I have in the garden are just amazing…

My dad and Grandpa would call up our long time family friend and neighbor Mr. Goss.

He would come over with his tractor and plow. Tilling up the field that sat surrounded by cow pastures.

I would watch him wanting a ride on that tractor so bad. Ever so often my momma would send me or my sister out to give him a glass of water. The sun was hot.

-Momma still wouldn’t allow us in shorts until it was above 75Β°. She was set on raising us to be ladies, little southern bells, just like all southern momma’s. –

Daddy usually used this opportunity to tell us to get out there and start picking rocks from the tilled garden. There was always rock, a never ending dreadful supply.

After we go out there in, well our sandles looking to get yelled at to put some real shoes on, hoe the rows and drop seeds.

Momma and Daddy would allow for us to pick a couple of flowers we liked to put at the head of the garden, I remember one year I chose sunflowers. I was so proud of those suckers.

My sisters and I would play Pocahontas run through the corn.

One year walking around the garden I had a deer come up behind me, and chased me all over the tarnation. It had everyone coming over to see what I was screaming about.

By the end of the season my mom and great aunt- even my grandmother when we went over Helen mountain to visit, had me and my sisters helping snapping,popping,stringing,and canning to supply the family with a winter supply every summer…

We would sneak a handful of green beans to play tea party with.. and I tell you another favorite. When the corn 🌽 was ready, my parents would allow us to go out and grab an ear off the stock to throw in the microwave to have with dinner, oh it is the best!

These memories are just a handful that make my heart smile and my soul feel at home.

Some have treated me like I’m just a stupid hick others have wondered if I was just a city person putting on, and a handful have asked me to teach them what I was brought up doing.

I know what have is a treasure.

This knowledge I have and the way I live is me carrying on a tradition that has been just a way of life for my beloved family over hundreds of years.

The memories like the ones I spouted off in no particular order are ones I hope to leave my daughter with.

My grandfather, he may be gone, and the garden is just a grass field now. All those memories though, I have of the summers in and by the garden, is the best I’ve got left of him and some of the best days of my life.

That’s something I know my daughter is getting with her grandparents. And I hope the tradition carries on and doesn’t get lost.

Because planting that seed, is just so much more.

Fashion Side Of Me

Y’all know I am all about that hunting life, but I’m still a women, a women who has a love for fashion. And I just have to say….

I LOVE these outfits from The Pink Buffalo Boutique !

I love how they just look like the most comfy and cozy outfits, yet are still perfect for a Thanksgiving gathering.😍😍😘

You can get these at: https://www.pinkbuffaloboutique.com

Anyways, I guess you want to know why I am mentioning this. Besides the obvious advertising… (btw I really do love the clothes I share with you,wouldn’t lie to y’all )

Back in the days of old…haha.. just kidding

But when I was younger, before life happened, I had a real passion for fashion. Really, I still do.

I use to have friends and family come to me wanting me to put together and outfit for them.

I use to sit in my room for hours and sew up the ideas that would come to me.

I use to spend hours indulging in fashion.

And…

I would like to share this with you guys if there is enough interest?

I’m leaving it to y’all though. Would you like to see inside the secret closet of The Outdoor Redhead?

Would you like me to help you with clothes you already have?

Would you like me to show you how I do this intensively?

I’m sick Poem

Many of you know,I no longer practice the Jewish religion, but recent events in Pittsburgh still stings my heart. I’ve been crying over it.

Friends have been lost because of all this useless hate we have in the world. I wish so much, I could take it all away.

Growing up as Jew I suffered a lot of antisemitism in all shapes and sizes.

My sister and I one day was walking to the perk to get a donut in the orthodox Jewish community in Milwaukee WI. Out of no where shots was fired at us along with harsh words. We were okay, but frightened. We ran back to our house and told our parents what had happened. I was 10.

This was the first time I had ever been hit in the face with how someone could be so cruel, just because I was not 100% like them.

After this many other things occurred, over,and over again.

My out was writing my feelings all in poetry.
This poem was written in frustration and pain that had all built up at the age of 19. I just wanted to share it with you.

Click link below for poem:

https://poets.media/i-m-sick-1

#standagainsthate #loveoneanother #Istandagainstantisemism #loveyourneighbor #poem #inmemoryofthosewehavelost

You Can Live On A Lot Less

Sitting in the living room of my Great Aunt Edna had me at peace in the middle of the emotional roller coaster I had been on.

It was familiar, I spent so much time doing the exact same things I was watching my daughter do. Everything had changed, but nothing had changed.

My favorite scent of wet paper towel and wood smoke with the hint of just pure cleaness still lingered. The recliner I had fought to sit in so many times still sat in it’s same ole’ spot.

It was my second home in a way. I guess many others in my family and, well anyone who had ever been to my Aunts had the same feelings when they stepped in her door way.

That is just my Aunt Edna, she always makes you feel warm,welcomed,and loved.

I admire her in so many ways and sitting in that living room with her was worth more than any gold or rubbies.

This visit had a lot of meaning though. I could tell my Aunt had a lot to say to me.

“You can live on a lot less Tashanna.” She says to me kind of out of the blue.

“Oh I know Aunt Edna I don’t have a lot of things people say they need…”

I say continuing to tell her about how I don’t have anything but antenna for TV or internet like most young folks and I budget everything.

She shakes her head

” No, what I mean shanny is… ” Shanny has always been a nick name only belonging to myself and my cousin Shannon.

She continued to tell me this story.

There was some folks that lived in a shack. They grew up working for everything they had. Dusk to dawn. They didn’t know what money really was.

They lived in a little shack, they’re counter was made of old vanilla waffer boxes and plaster. And that is what they had for a kitchen counters.

They had a refrigerator, but they didn’t have electricity, or know that they needed to plug it in. My cousin brought them canned biscuits one day and she just sat them on the counter.

The lady told my cousin when she came back they just went “poof”. That’s how little they knew about the modern-day world.

My cousin visited them up until they passed away, she was good and befriended them . A young person would have thought them to be strange. But they were happy, and they were normal, just hadn’t known anything outside of that they grew up doing to get by.

“That’s what I mean by people can live with less than what they think. My Aunt finished saying.

I finally got what my Aunt was telling me.

I needed to humble myself and would be happier if I stopped chasing material things and just loved what God had blessed me with.

Life And It’s Changes

I’ve been silent for a while. I know some of you are wondering what happened and some of you know.

July was very hard, my Grandfather was diagnosed with a fast acting pancreatic cancer. As soon as I heard the news I was axious to go home to Georgia and just be with him.

I didn’t know how, seeing how every flight had been around 1,000 dollars. I had my daughter to think about, and who I couldn’t leave behind. My husband couldn’t leave his job without losing it. Emotions were everywhere.

That’s when God stepped in.

My older sister who lives in a different state calls me up. She found a flight that aligned with hers to Chattanooga Tennessee, it was only $632 for my daughter and I, but I had to leave the next day, find someone to bring me to the airport or pick my vehicle up for me.

Again God stepped in

Our friend Nathan showed up to help out offering to pick our vehicle up.

We arrived down to Georgia and the instant familiar mountains, curves, and humidity hugged me, bringing on a comfort I had not felt in a long time.

The next day we went straight to my grandfathers house, the house that grew me. The place I learned a lot about hard work and being greatful for what you have.

Not a inch of the house, the property went without some story from my childhood.

My grandfather had been pestured so many times to cut open a chestnut 🌰where the big chestnut tree use to stand tall.

Neighbored by the trailor where he stayed when we lived in his house.

I use to wait for him in the driveway. He would get off of working at the old Clakesville Mill, wearing his overhalls and caring his blue lunch pail.

My sister and I would play in the sand waiting until then, then go around the back of his trailor. He always had a Moonpie πŸŒ› waiting.

I liked the chocolate ones of course. My sister Brenda would go and pet his leapord . We would sit and talk to him and Betty, she was his girlfriend.

They would ask us about school, and have us read something. Making us feel so smart, and specifial.

Then he would get his auto harps out and play for us. He let us us play with one of his older ones. We would play and sing old hyms like “I’ll Fly Away”

All these memories and going into the house knowing this was the end in this world, put a huge weight on my chest. It was so hard to bare.

My Aunt Teresa was their,she embraced us with a warm hug.

she has always been so beautiful, kind, gentle, and dear to me…my hear sank with how much all of this showed on her.

Brenda and I opened the old screen door that my daddy had built so many years ago and momma painted white with blue trim. It was still marked with the hole we put in it.

My paw was sitting in his recliner, I was half expecting the usual laughter of joy that always had greated us. It wasn’t there. He was just laying there trying hard to keep his eyes open.

This was the very first time he got to meet my sweet little girl, who’s presents helped everyone in the room at that moment.

I went over and kissed his cheek after my sister. He wanted to hold Casidy, being in a strange place she of course didn’t go, but sat studying him while eating her cheese it’s.

Paw finally getting up energy to talk said “I recon’ I’ll be going to meet the good Lord soon. ” Then continued into prayer thanking God for bringing us to be with him.

My heart broke even more, reality was setting in, my Paw had the same look many of the residents I had cared for as a CNA had in their last day, it upset me .

Though we all know one day we will be their and our loved ones too, I still had never thought to see that look on one of MY loved ones.

Paw finished praying, I went over to attempted getting Casidy to hug him singing “I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck. ” it worked she hugged him and giggled about it too, proceeding to “tickle tickle” Paw.

Paw laughed, and said “I love you. ”

And for the first time ever my little girl said those three words clear as day “I love you. ”

The rest of the time we sat and watched him sleep, and when he woke up with a bit of strength Paw just repeated over and over looking us all straight in the eye “I love you. ” those words with his voice are the greatest gift my Paw has ever given me. I hope it stays with me for ever.

This world has all of us young folks so busy and with big eyes for the shiny things in life and selfishness, that we are forgetting what is really important.

I’m guilty of it…

During my visit my Cousin Forest who is older told me a story about a time he, my grandfather, and great grandpaw Bryson. He ended it with telling me “We had nothing, no vehicles just horse and buggy, no computers, no phones likes today, just each other and love. We made time for each other and spent life with each other, nothing means more then that.”

Now, we have phones that don’t have a conversation going with the neighbors listening but we don’t call.

We have vehicles, but don’t visit

We have computers, but don’t even take the time to send a message.

Life is changing, and my visit with the old timers in my family really woke me up more than ever.

I need to change, we all do, we all need to learn to love again and what that means.

But thats just this redheads opinion.

Have a great week y’all

One of the last pictures I have with mu Grandfather taken in 2011, I was 17.

I miss him

A Redheads Thoughts On All This Gun Control Talk.

This is a big conversation, but it is one that needs to be had. Some are going to disagree and probably even think I’m a nut. Who cares…

Kids are walking out of schools, everyone has their guards up and minds closed, and every other day I’m seeing another school investigating threats made by children not taking what is going on seriously.

It’s aggravating. It’s frustrating. It’s heart wrenching.

What you have is a generation who are expected to be adults to soon. A generation who is scared. A generation who doesn’t know how to handle a emotion. So of course they are going to do some of this.

We need to listen to our younger generations, but also take into account they are acting out of fear. They are being influenced by what they are seeing in the media without fully understanding it.

And really, so are adults. I can say this for a fact based off of things I’ve seen reposted on social media that isn’t being fact checked.

Like you may have ran into the post that says something along the lines of “All Israel has teachers with concealed weapons in every school…..”

I know this isn’t true because I lived there. I picked my nephew up from his Gahn (school) , where not one teacher was armed. Why? It was against the religious views of the school… And if you know anything about Israel, religion plays a huge role in everyday life.

I could go on about how I know just that post is junk..

Also, as I said I lived in Israel. I remember a bombing happened and my friend just happened to be in the barracks that it happened in. It came from across the border they hit their power supply. Next thing I know I’m hearing Israel bombed the neighboring countries power supply from US news station..checked other news sources some agreed others had their facts straight.

My point is, no one fact checks. They listen to the “he said, she said” of the media and believe it. Or, there is not having any educational background on the topic at all. All this causes a fiasco.

And here we are, talking about the latest fiasco. Gun control.

Guns being taken away, regulated, what ever isn’t going to stop the violence. Just look, we have stabbings happening too.

There is something going on here that is beyond guns. It’s a mental health issue possibly? Or is there something that as a society we aren’t doing?

It doesn’t matter the weapon they are using… these people are acting out against innocent people and finding the root cause I think is where we need to go.

And though we may not know now, maybe to start change we need shut up a minute with the arguing and start behind our own doors.

A few steps maybe we take as parents

1. Cutting back on technology

Put your damn phone down, turn off your TV, put up the game console, put aside your tablets, laptops, and computers.

Have a conversation, get outside, learn how to live without it so it isn’t a necessity.

2. Teach your child how to handle their emotion. How to problem solve…and if your having problems with it yourself, take the classes…watch old Mr.Rogers shows maybe a little Daniel Tiger.

3. Teach your child how to reach out and be kind to the lonely kid in the corner, and if they are the lonely kid in the corner..how to go make a friend .

4. Teach them how to be safe with and around a gun, YUP I said it.

5. Teach them how to earn what they have and be thankful for what they have. Big or small.

6. Teach them to love themselves the way they are and not how society expects them to be. To think on their own and stand on their own.

I’m obviously for having a gun if you haven’t gathered by now. I am a women who hunts to put food on the table and a person who believes I should have the right to protect myself.

But I am also for having a safer future for my daughter. These things are not what I want her to grow up seeing as the norm.

Maybe I’m crazy. But I was taught to stand for something, or you’ll fall for anything. And I stand for the right to bear arms. I stand for being an American.