Love can be so sweet
Yet it has a sting
that can hurt so badly
when things go wrong
Each heart has it reasons
for giving or not

Lying deep inside each soul
is the heart of hearts
It has a mind of it's own
we can't control it
Only if we could
we might never feel the beat
of another heart
Never feel the joy that
another can bring

Yet we have no control
The heart lives a life of it own
Hold on to it as we will
to no avail
Hush my beating heart
No, that will not work

A broken heart will cry and cry out
for the one that is attached to it
it will suffer untold misery
never giving up
Never to think no this is not so
It will do wonders on it's own
yet we think we can control it
No, a heart has a soul all it's own

A happy heart get haughty
Sits back thinking love is fine
but never thinking to work
Never think that it can be broken
It just settles down to enjoy the moment
Smug
Happy
My heart knows because it has been there
and back a few times.
Written by Ms. Bren-duh

My neighbor was cleaning out a room while my grand daughter and I were visiting. She gave her some great little clothes along with a couple of DVD's of Barney. You know. The big purple thing that lives only in a child's imagination.

I am not one to allow my grand daughter much television time. She has plenty to do to keep her busy. Like books, crayons, swinging outside, running, jumping and just being a two year old. However, since she saw the first DVD of Barney and his lovely friends, or maybe they are family. Heck, I don't know. Anyway, she wants to watch Barney all the time. Nana, I want Barney. At bedtime, she talks about watching Barney the next day. At breakfast, she asked to watch him. I think she may dream of him at night. I know I do but they are nightmares.

Have you ever sat and watched Barney on and off for one day? I promise you that you will be nuts. I know all of the songs and dances. Like, If you're happy, stomp your feet....oh my goodness this child is a foot stomping Barney maniac.

Is there a help group for grandmothers who have grand children addicted to cartoon? I need help and fast. I hate the thought of burning the DVD's but something has to be done...please.....this is serious. Barney is doing reruns inside my head non stop.

Yes, I have a big yard that I work in to keep it looking good. The neighbors might report me to the lawn police if I don't.
I am not saying that they do a smashing job of keeping up theirs because they don't. Theirs are not even close to looking
as good as mine.

When I walk out the kitchen door to do just a little something, I know in the back of my mind that I will be out there most
of the day. It doesn't matter if the sun is beating down on me like a hammer grinding onto a nail. It doesn't matter if my back
is screaming cuss words at me. It doesn't matter if anything really needs to be done. Once I am out there, I am staying.

Today, I fertilized some of my plants. This was nice. The last time that I did it was around 11 at night. Well? It wasn't
hot and I just felt like it. With that thought in mind, I have been thinking that maybe I need to do all of my yard work at night.
At least, I will not be out there all night. There is just something about the dark that makes me want to come inside, take
a shower and kick back with a book. Nightly visits to the yard is a sure sign that I am bored nearly to tears or that maybe,
just maybe I am a whack job....you chose.

No, that is not the way my mind works. I have to wonder sometimes if it isn't genetic. My mom was just like me or should
I say that I am just like her. Work, work, work. There is one difference. There are days when I can do absolutely nothing
and not even feel guilty. That is really something for me because for years, if I wasn't on my feet doing something worthwhile,
I thought that I had committed a sin.

Today, I did a little something different. I came in for a pitcher of iced tea, a glass and a sandwich on a plate after I started to get tired and
hungry. As I was sitting in the glider under a shade tree, I was thinking of my friend Josh. He sees me in a straw hat, iced tea
sitting on a table, gloves on my hands and sitting under a big shade tree. So, today in honor of his kind, sweet friendship,
I did just what he thinks I do.

Well, now, I have one big Hosta broken down into a lot of little Hostas just waiting for spring to come. Yep. Was that
necessary? Nope. That is my point. I just do anything when I walk out that kitchen door. Maybe from now on, I need to
start walking out the front door. :)

Blue Hosta in the photo.