tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post153509121625722153..comments2024-03-27T14:56:22.827+00:00Comments on Lilac & Lavender: It's Never Too LateLilac & Lavenderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-17762913851276787272011-08-24T01:28:16.913+01:002011-08-24T01:28:16.913+01:00I have a feeling our dads would get along... My h...I have a feeling our dads would get along... My husband is always saying he wishes he grew up back in the 1940's or '50's. As for me, I'm fine just where I am! I think you can still live by the same values of previous generations, without actually being there :)Lilac & Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-31035342766386518372011-08-23T13:53:42.749+01:002011-08-23T13:53:42.749+01:00Good Morning...I'd 'like' button your ...Good Morning...I'd 'like' button your comments too...they inspire me. Gotta love those dads, huh? I remember saying to my dad I wish I grew up in 'the good old days'. He said the 'good old days' seem good now because we've forget the bad and recall the nostalgia...then with a smirk he said, 'here's a pail, the creek is just over the hill. In the good old days they carried all their water, so start walking!!!!':) ugh...Point well-taken.(it was winter:) I think of it every time I might 'pine' for simpler times. We are living in the good old days of tomorrow!Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-76734382950671275212011-08-21T13:32:59.920+01:002011-08-21T13:32:59.920+01:00Thank you Judy :)Thank you Judy :)Lilac & Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-5477503964481906302011-08-20T21:42:23.293+01:002011-08-20T21:42:23.293+01:00Beautiful post and your son is just beautiful, too...Beautiful post and your son is just beautiful, too. I love the photo.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-1056568782207700472011-08-20T17:56:10.235+01:002011-08-20T17:56:10.235+01:00I wish there was a 'like' button for your ...I wish there was a 'like' button for your comments... I agree with everything you just said :) Blogging has definitely been good for me. It's focused my thoughts and helped me learn more about myself and my faith. Everyone has something they struggle with, and it's easy to have pity-parties, but they don't really get anything done! ...<br /><br />When I was first married, my husband said he'd do the dishes if I made the meals... that didn't happen. For awhile I'd just let the dishes pile in the sink, but he never cleaned them. Finally Dad told me to get over myself, stop complaining, and just do the dishes! Of course at first I was mad, but I knew it was true... Dad has a way of setting me straight :)Lilac & Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-78065241370546052172011-08-19T04:21:52.468+01:002011-08-19T04:21:52.468+01:00Funny...and I have looked (sometimes enviously:)to...Funny...and I have looked (sometimes enviously:)to farming families...but I know, it is very hard work and very long hours! ...and just because the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence doesn't mean that it still isn't just grass. Life really is what you make it!...and so is marriage, right:)Jim (my husband) is in New Jersey tonight and I always call him after Matt and Victoria are tucked in. If he was home every night I would likely write less than half of what I do now...I suppose it is a hobby as well as an out-let, for me.Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-34277312627125822002011-08-19T01:29:13.733+01:002011-08-19T01:29:13.733+01:00Janet, I looked for another verse that would go be...Janet, I looked for another verse that would go better with this post, but I just kept coming back to Lamentations 3:22-23. It is one of my favorite verses as well... <br /><br />I grew up in the country, but not on a farm ~ there is a difference, I've found. My husband grew up farming, and is a very hardworking man. At first I was upset that he was often away in the fields or down the road doing something (away from me and the kids)... but gradually I realized I had to do my part, and now I'll go out with the kids and we'll have an impromptu picnic and walk, or my husband will stop to take the kids on tractor rides. I could still be mumbling and complaining at home, but ~ life really is what you make it!!Lilac & Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18310795393642483522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653873317577758096.post-10711886800884196122011-08-19T00:24:42.876+01:002011-08-19T00:24:42.876+01:00Megan, do you know how often I quote La. 3:22-23 t...Megan, do you know how often I quote La. 3:22-23 to myself. It is one of my precious, precious verses. I also LOVE your picture! My son feeds calves at the dairy farm next door. I grew up milking cows, feeding calves etc. Now we have a house in the heart of farming country. I just picked Matt up from a day of unloading straw bales. He told me he loves the feeling of working hard and sweating like crazy! I'm so glad he can taste a little of what I knew growing up...but I sigh a little when I read your posts because life was simpler when they were younger. God bless you and your precious family.Janet Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126248666972072628noreply@blogger.com