Persimmon Visits Again: The Power of a Warm Nap

Early this morning Persimmon visited. He wasn’t so much hungry as he was lonely. I fed him per our usual routine, then rubbed the top of his head. He then followed me all around our house, cooing and commenting when I asked him what he wanted. When I headed back onto the front porch, he followed me again. When I sat on the sofa he jumped up and sat down beside me. He just  wanted to be with his ‘herd’. 

After I pet him he walked to the center of the porch and took a nap. He basked in the warm sunshine and slept deeply. I snapped this picture and it made me appreciate all the blessings we have as Americans. We can wander from state to state without any interference, work hard and provide for our families and the occasional stray cat. We can rest peacefully knowing that the men and women of our military are protecting us from harm. When I noticed the shadow of the flag behind Persimmon, it made me grateful for the life we lead. 

I am grateful to be able to help those in need. Persimmon may just be a stray cat, yet in our world he serves as a reminder that not everyone has all their needs met. There are people we encounter everyday that need our help. They may need a meal, or fellowship, or a warm place to sleep. For those of us blessed with enough, we need to stop being busy and help the people around us. Find out what they need and give it freely. For this stray fellow it was a scratch on the head and a warm nap. The best thing we provided today was a dry place to rest and a bowl of food, then we left him alone to simply be himself. 

As you go through your day today, find someone who simply needs a little bit of assistance. Give them a simple gift, then let them keep living their lives with dignity. Never underestimate the power of a warm nap. 

A Country Traffic Jam

When you leave in time for your appointment, you may encounter a country traffic jam in our neck of the woods. Here you see our neighbor’s cows deciding that they wanted to be on the other side of the road. There must have been a very important meeting they were required to attend for the entire herd to head that direction. My husband patiently waited as the farmer rounded them up and lead them home. 

Finding yourself in this situation could make you anxious, or angry, frustrated or cause you to fret about being late. Because when you are late – which you will be – how do you explain the herd on the road without sounding like a goober? No really, there was a herd of cows crossing the road…really! Some people may get it, others may only hear an excuse. I have stopped trying to explain to people where we live and why we choose to live there. 

Country life is not for everyone. It can be unpredictable and slow. It may seem disconnected and a little low tech. What we love about it is the quiet, the peace, the ability to walk outside in our pajamas with no one seeing us, and neighbors who would hlep you out of any jam. There is no Homeowner’s Association, no rules, no mandate on the flora and fauna you can have on your land. It is where oyu know your mailperson by her first name, where your plumber is your neighbor, and the feed store is the best place to buy your pest control supplies. Country living is a choice. It is a beautiful way to live the way you want in a world trying to get you to live like everyone else. 

We have chosen to live a slower life, a different life, a life where we are consciously making a world where people want to visit. We understand and actually enjoy watching cows cross our road. It is a tangible reminder that we have chosen this life and will never be bored with the life we live. 

The Fire Pit Conversations

As part of our gallery, we sell fire pits. They are made from repurposed propane tanks, and created by a local welder. We enjoy the ones we have around our house so much that we took a risk and began selling them at our Westside Market space. Here you see a recent fire we had in our extra large one outside our Canton, Georgia location. 

I am amazed by what happens to people when they sit around a fire. They relax, they settle down, they become quiet, and they talk. Sometimes the conversations are profound, sometimes they are political. Sometimes they are about personal relationships, sometimes they include really bad jokes. Sometimes men talk about women, or women talk about men. Whatever gets talked about around the fire serves to bond the audience to each other. 

Is it primal to be drawn to fire? Is it human to want to talk to people while you relax and burn things? Maybe it is the hope that a marshmallow or two may end up getting roasted and consumed. Maybe people simply need a place to rest and leave the world behind them. Whatever the reason, people will talk about amazing things around a fire pit. Next time you have a chance, rest around the fire and let the world drift away. The fire pit conversations may not solve world hunger, or find a cure for cancer, yet they may change your world one marshmallow at a time.