What hath we wrought?

Stately old farm house
Stately old farm house

I took this photo last week when the sun had only been up for about an hour. It is one of my favorite times of day to take pictures because of the shadows that you get on sunny mornings. I have a few more pictures that I took on that morning, and I’ll be sharing some of them here.


I have always enjoyed being compared to my father. He was the finest person I have ever known. I don’t really enjoy being compared to my mother. She has some flaws. But I have to admit that I have some of those same flaws. For instance, yesterday I started coughing, which is not an unusual thing, but I felt a sharp pain in my upper right side. Being (partially) my mother’s son, my first reaction was “LUNG CANCER!!” However, upon twenty-four hours of reflection, and mentally going over my final bequests, I have decided that it is more likely that I pulled a muscle doing yard work. That is my father’s influence kicking in.

Like it or not, we are all products of the people who are around us when we are growing up. I suppose that means that even my sister, She Who Must Not Be Named, had some influence over whom I became. That’s enough to give one pause. In fact, I’ll probably not sleep much tonight as I start trying to figure out what I may have picked up from her.

Trina and Lee, Cindy’s children, had already received their imprinting from their parents and various grandparents before I came on the scene, so I can claim nothing good nor bad in their characters. The grandchildren? I don’t see that I’ve had much influence on them…certainly not the girls. Perhaps a little with our older grandson, Mason…the good stuff only, of course. Only time will tell.

To think; this blog post grew out of a simple cough. Hmm.