Where The Orange Blossoms Grow...: Take time to......

Monday, July 5, 2010

Take time to......

Smell the onions....."

Wait, I don't think that's how it goes.

Let me try again....

"Take time to pick the peaches."

Better, but I still don't think that's how it goes.

"Take time to get a drink of cool, clear water."

Well, that's a good idea, but still not right.

"Take time to pick the cucumbers..."

....Banana peppers??

.....Green beans??

Ho-hum. I'm not having much success.

"Take time to check on your Lima bean seedlings."

Okay, that sounds retarded. I mean who would make up make a saying like that?

Certainly not me.

"Take time to take pictures."

Hmmm....."Take time to take pictures."

Now I like that one! Surely someone said that......well, they should have.

Okay, I'm gonna give it a few more tries, then I give up......

"Take time to look at the butterflies."

"Take time to be with some of your favorite people."

"Take time to lay on the floor with your favorite dog."

"Take time to be CUTE!"

Some people don't seem have much trouble with this.

Okay, y'all. ONE last try, then I'll have to Google it.

"Take time to spill the fingers."

"Take time to kill the trowels."

"Take time to drill the mowers."

I should write a book, "Sayings for every occasion."

"Take time to smell the...cowards?"

"Take time to smell the...towers?"

"Take time to smell the......FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!"

Phew!! Success at last!

(Thanks for hanging in there, y'all. I knew I'd eventually figure it out.)

Take time to come back and visit our blog again, y'all! (Don't worry, I'm not always goofy....:P)

9 comments:

Amanda McAuleyJuly 5, 2010 at 5:45 PM
LOVED this post, Mary! :)
The pictures were great, Nathaniel is cute, and you are funny! :)

I think I need to "Take time to update my blog".... Perhaps I shall, since it's too rainy to go outside these days. :/

See ya later alligator!:)
Love,
Mandy
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susanelizabethJuly 5, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Photography A+! Thanks for sharing your day with us!
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KellyJuly 5, 2010 at 7:25 PM
Mary, You take this best photos! Thanks for sharing!
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Mary NoelleJuly 5, 2010 at 8:18 PM
Thanks, y'all! I had fun with it. ;oD
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The Miller FamilyJuly 6, 2010 at 4:10 AM
Very cute and very silly!

Love,
Aunt Katie
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Berean Families UnitedJuly 6, 2010 at 6:49 PM
Mary...you are so creative! The photos were excellent and so were all the precious folks in them...especially Nathaniel!!
Thanks so much for the post. I am in envy over all of "the fruits of your labors"! How awesome!
Thanks for posting!
Mrs. Graves for the Graves Gang
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The DischersJuly 6, 2010 at 10:36 PM
That was so cute, Mary! The pics are beautiful. I agree about taking time to take a picture :) I think we might do that too much! ha ha

Your garden produced so nicely! Praise the Lord!

Love,
Aunt Beth
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ElisabethJuly 15, 2010 at 6:17 AM
What a garden you have growing and beautiful peach trees. I love it. We've harvested lettuce and basil and that's it. My son put in hours of planting and weeding and yet it seems that it's not going to pay off. :(

I liked your witty post btw. :)

Elisabeth
http://homeschoolblogger.com/timbuck2mom/
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Franklin FamilyJuly 23, 2010 at 8:14 PM
Very cute post! I think it does sound like a very cute picture book idea. As always, your pictures are terrific. You have a great eye for art and a witty sense of humor :~)

Mrs. Franklin
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The Orange Blossom Song

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the ocean breezes blow,
I want to cast my line on the falling tide,
Where the tarpon swim below.

I love the sunshine and the beaches, where the palms sway to and fro,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the Spanish moss hangs low,
Where the gators swim through the Everglades,
And the grand old live oaks grow.

I love the wildwoods, and the cities, and the friends I've come to know.
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

I want to wake up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow,
Where the sun comes creepin' into where I'm sleepin',
and the song birds say hello.

I want to wander over yonder, Pick the fruit that's hanging low,
I want to make my home in Florida where the orange blossoms grow.

Here Is Home

Here is home, my blessed home.
Florida is her name.
God’s Providence has brought me here,
So here I will remain.

Here is home, my beautiful home,
Where God's creation sings
About the mighty power and grace
Of Jesus Christ our King.

Here is home, where in the Spring
The orange blossoms bloom,
And fill my senses to the brim
With their sweet perfume.

I love to hear the honey bees
Buzzing with all their might.
I love the clear, blue, cloudless sky,
And radiant stars at night.

Here is home, where Summer comes
With its burning heat,
Relentlessly providing us
With bugs and burning feet.

But when the Lord provides us
With a gentle shower,
It lifts the weary, wilted head
Of every wildflower.

Here is home, where in the Fall,
I don my scarves and sweater,
But really I don’t need them.
Cotton would do better.

No Autumn leaves are falling.
The trees are still quite green,
But a crisp, cool breeze is blowing,
And the days grow short, it seems.

Here is home, where Winter comes.
It's not so very cold,
But how I love to dig in the sand
My numb and barefoot toes!

In wintertime I love to eat
An orange from the tree.
Such a sweet and sticky treat.
Quite a delicacy!

Here is home where I am proud
To be a humble part
Of Florida's great, rich history,
And hold it near my heart.

The land on which I've tromped and played,
The Spanish settlers roam'd.
They called this place the “Land of Flowers,”
And here they made their home.

When war broke out between the States,
We proved our loyalty
To the precious Southern cause,
For God and Liberty!

Some folks call us “Florida Crackers.”
I'm proud to hold that name.
My ancestors were proud as well,
To call themselves the same.

Here is home, My home, sweet home,
Where life is at it's best.
Every day I thank the Lord,
For I am truly blessed!

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Monday, July 5, 2010

Take time to......

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