Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Early spring morning,
raindrops glitter on the poplars,
lupines sprinkle hillsides.
Wearing orange-striped vests,
cups open to drink sunshine,
a rainbow of tulips.
Snow twirls on breeze,
hundreds of apple blossoms
tossing petals to the earth.
robins perform in the hills,
--Brenda Kay Ledford
I hope all my blogger friends will have a beautiful and splendid spring. I'm so glad to see spring again. It gives me hope that "all things work together for the good to those who love God and called to Him." We indeed serve a living Lord! Amen!
Monday, March 2, 2015
The rising sun paints
the snow-capped mountains
with broad brush strokes,
pink and purple shades.
Under the veils of lace,
white silence fills the hills.
Walking through the forest,
footsteps crunch snow.
A cardinal rustles
powder from the pines,
berries frozen on holly;
winter carves ice sculptures
on Hyatt-Mill Creek.
Three deer appear,
icicles dazzle on roofs,
wood smoke curving heavenward.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Monday, February 2, 2015
LONG LASTING LOVE CANDY
1 package of strong faith
2 cups patience
1/4 cup gratitude
3/4 cup respect
1 can kindness
2 teaspoons compromise
8 gallons of love
You may freeze the Long Lasting Love Candy for a century, pull it out as needed.
By; Brenda Kay Ledford
A recent research shows that saying thank you when your mate does something nice such as taking out the trash, creates feelings of happiness that can make a relationship go the distance.
Dan Hollifield and wife, Patricia, share advise for a happy marriage:
"Compromise," said Dan. "There's never been a marriage where you agree all the time."
"You must be best friends," said Patricia.
I wish all my blogger friends a very Happy Valentine's Day!
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
She spends about four hours in the creamery at a time and listens to books on tapes to pass the time.
Notice here that Donna uses an electric fence to keep the animals from getting out of the pasture.
For more information about the High Mountain Meadows Farm and Creamery, go to: www.southernappalachianfamilyfarms.com.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
by: Blanche L. Ledford (My mother is the writer of this short story).
During the Great Depression, we celebrated Christmas in a simple way. The Blue Ridge Mountains blocked contact with the outside world. We had no shopping malls and looked forward to getting the Sears and Roebuck catalog in the mail box.
My siblings, Oma, George, Mary Lou, Frank, Hubby, and Helen fought to look at the Christmas catalog. Mama often had to settle the dispute by hiding the wish book.
I selected a doll from the catalog. I begged Mama to order it for Christmas. She smiled and said, "Santa's keeping a list of who's naughty and nice."
The weeks preceding Christmas were filled with anticipation. We drew names at Ogden School and exchanged presents. The grade mothers brought refreshments for the party and school turned until after New Year's Day.
That night nature spread a sheet across the hills and hollows of Brasstown, North Carolina. After breakfast, we kids headed outside to build a snowman. My brother, George, dared me to run around the house barefooted in the snow. Fool like, I took him up and pulled off my brogans and headed through the deep snow. It took a long, long time to warm up my frozen feet before the fireplace.
The girls scooped a big dishpan of snow and made cream for us young'uns. We popped corn and strung it together to trim our Christmas tree that Daddy and the boys got in the woods. Mary Lou placed a bird's nest on the limbs of the pine. Oma and I put candles on the branches and held little Hubby as she put a star at the top of our tree.
On Christmas morning, we young'uns raced into the living room. Our stockings were filled with oranges, apples, hazel nuts, and candy canes. When we opened our presents under the tree, I was delighted that Santa brought me a doll!
Daddy read from the Bible about the birth of baby Jesus as we sang Christmas carols around the fireplace. Our mountain home was filled with cheer as we celebrated the birth of the Christ child with a simple Christmas.
I wish all my blogger friends a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year!
Saturday, November 8, 2014
magic slips into the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Sapphire skies reflect in puddles,
three wedges of geese resound
across the Groves' farm.
I will not succumb
to the power of autumn until
Miss Byrdie bursts forth.
Memories stir like apple butter
bubbling over an open fire.
The mountain woman cared
for her family and flowers,
gave rootlets to neighbors.
I cannot remember her face,
but when the mums explode
with colors each fall,
Miss Byrdie spills fragrance
upon a breeze.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
Reprinted from: CREPE ROSES
by: Brenda Kay Ledford
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Granddaddy Bob Ledford moved a family to Franklin, NC one November in 1920. He drove his wagon over the rugged Blue Ridge Mountains though the wilderness. There were no paved roads back then.
Thanksgiving was coming and Granddaddy figured he would get home in time to eat Grandma Minnie's pumpkin pie. The weather had been mild, and he did not anticipate any problems. It took days to drive to Franklin, but he made it fine to the little mountain town.
As he headed back to Clay County, NC, Granddaddy noticed angry clouds churning above Chunky Gal Mountain. The wind whipped his face like a razorblade. Snowflakes twirled like feathers to the ground. When he came to Buck Creek, Granddaddy could not ford it because the water was frozen. He had to drive the team on ice.
Moment by moment the temperature dropped. Granddaddy stopped in the woods to build a fire. He was going to spend the night there, but couldn't sleep on the cold ground. He gave up and moved on.
Granddaddy came to Rainbow Springs and saw a dim light flickering in the distance. He happened on a log cabin. He explained his circumstances to the mountain couple who opened the door and invited him to stay overnight with them.
After a hardy breakfast, Granddaddy headed home. As he drove the team of horses through the snow, Granddaddy shot a wild turkey. It graced the table as he and his family celebrated a Blue Ridge Thanksgiving.
Bob Ledford thanked the Lord for the mountain couple who saved his life during the Appalachian snowstorm.