A Summer Joy, Or Every Day is Grandparent's Day

Ponca Low Water Bridge

The house is very QUIET---

On the porch:

The little red "digger" truck (just the right size for small hands to drive along the porch railing) is abandoned on the swing, and the blue sand bucket with yellow shovel sits at the door ready for the next river trip.

In the kitchen:

The half-eaten banana turns brown on the counter, and a few stray Fruit Loops lay scattered on the kitchen floor.

The "dirt-dirt" sippy cup is now washed and dried and back on the shelf ready for the next chocolate milk break.

In the living room:

The magic markers (truly magic because they only show marks on special paper) lay in disarray on a tray on the table.

The little American flag, at one time clutched in a chubby hand, no longer waves.

The house is very QUIET---

Upstairs on the floor is the remains of a Lincoln Log cabin. Only a few hours ago---

"Mimi, build a house," says the child sweetly.

"Okay, Jack Henry, you put the roof on," says Mimi obligingly.

"Why! Jack Henry! You crashed your truck into my house!" says Mimi, not too surprised.

"Yep! Mimi, let's do again!" says the 'precious' child with an impish grin.

Molly, the Jack Russell, morns the fact that her new buddy isn't around, and Daisy relaxes again, relieved that her home is no longer invaded by a noisy pint-sized stranger.

The house is very QUIET---

"Pops! POPS! PO-AHHH-OPS!!!!!

"No! No bath! No nap! No go inside!"

"Mimi! Mimi! Pops made the scoop (on the tractor) go BAM! BAM!" (Arms fly into the air for emphasis)

"Read book again, Mimi, ple-eee-ase!"

"When is Mommy coming?"

QUIET everywhere---

With many waves and kisses, Jack Henry, our "grandest" is buckled into the car seat for the three hour trip back to the city.

"Go that way, Mommy!" the two-year old commands, as he points down the mountain---150 miles to go!

Two tired grandparents sit down in the living room, feet up, and relive the joys of the last two days--basking in the QUIET that takes over the house.

Welcome Folks!

Eagle's Rest Cabin Welcome Bear at Mountain Springs Cabins

I always say we have the nicest and most interesting people visit our cabins. They come as our guests and leave as our friends.

This poem was written by Kenny Hill after he and his wife stayed at Eagle's Rest Cabin. I will always treasure it.

EAGLE'S REST

A little cabin on the side of a mountain

Watching over the valley below

Covered porches with rocking chairs

And a little bear that we loved so.

There is no way you can really explain it...

The feeling you get just from being here.

You can almost reach out and touch the clouds.

You smile, knowing God is so near.

The awesome beauty of the Buffalo River,

Mountain springs that never run dry,

Wildlife seems to be everywhere!

Amazed, you can only sigh!

It is a place where I'll never forget.

Pictures in our hearts will not soon fade away.

The warmth and hospitality offered to us

Makes us long to come back again some day.

But, if we never travel this way again,

We're certain we've been at the best.

A place where God is welcomed and lives are touched.

A place where the eagles rest.

Kenny Hill

Because of email address changes, job transitions, new computers etc., we have lost touch with Kenny and his wife. He has sent more guests our way, as well more of his poems, and we thank him. Kenny, if you are out there--We are still on the mountain and the little welcome bear is ready and waiting for your return.

Hikes, bikes, and flower gardens

Camille on the Hideout Hollow Trail near the Buffalo River

Jack and I are planning an early spring hike to McFerrin Point near Compton, on Saturday. It is our favorite, and one we always do in the spring when the turkeys are gobbling. We have hiked this trail in snow too. The view is always breath taking! If the weather is clear, you can see down into the fields along the river. If there is fog hanging in the valley, the scene with the sun coming up is spectacular.

Since Hideout Hollow is near by, we usually do that one too. The falls there should be flowing. These are two hikes we recommend to our guests. They are not too extreme for inexperienced hikers, but full of photo opportunities. Check in next week for a report on our excursions.

A bike trip is also in the plans. My friend, Darlene, convinced me to get a bike last year so we could ride the valleys (not the mountains!). I lucked out when I found a good bike--one with all the gears-- at a sidewalk sale at Walmart with a price tag of $11. I have certainly gotten my money's worth from that bike, even though I really can't get the hang of all those gears!

On our trip to Little Rock last week, I purchased an old, fat-tire bike--the kind I remember riding as a child--at a pawn shop in Perryville. I had planned to use it as "yard art" (something my city-dwelling son can't understand! ) It has a large basket for pots of flowers, and other neat features. However, the more I look at it, the more I am thinking I might ride it. The man who sold it to me said, "all it needs is new tires" (paint job not withstanding!) If you are driving through Boxley Valley, or along Highway 103 and see a vintage bike (I won't admit to 'vintage" rider). Just give a "HONK" and I will wave and move over!

More outdoor activities are coming up. The days of watching a dormant flower bed from the window and feeling smug that I don't have any yardwork to do is over. Little green shoots are making their way up through that new layer of mulch. Many are weeds, or "extras" and must be dealt with. Every year I am amazed at the number of plants that propogate by seed or roots and come back to the point of making themselves a nusiance. But, I still say "there is no such thing as too many flowers".

Jack helped me clean out the water garden near the steps. I am always a little leary of that job, since I never know for sure what may be lurking under those water soaked leaves and rocks. This year it was only an unlucky frog who probably thought he had found a great new place to spend the winter. Soon I will have the fountain bubbling and little fish swimming happily in their new home.

Wow! Thinking about all these activities makes me tired! But, ready to get out of doors and do something!

This is the day that the Lord has made,

we will rejoice and be glad.

Psalm 118:24

Our World Is So Full....

Wildflower Falls at Mountain Springs Cabins

As Jack and I drank our first cup of coffee before daylight this morning, we discussed the weekend and decided it was perfect! The rains came, the winds howled, it snowed, we had unexpected guests, and we cleaned two cabins!

Friday was nice. I drove in to Jasper to visit Mother, then hurried home to decorate cupcakes and make a casserole for the Valentine's Banquet at the church. We got the cabin guests at both cabins settled in just before leaving for the church. The food was delicious, the company wonderful, and the music outstanding. Joe Villines brought his guitar and banjo and sang for us. His family has lived in Boxley Valley for over a hundred years. It is encouraging to see him and his young family living and working here. He will be singing at the Ozark Cafe in Jasper this month and into the spring.

Saturday morning we got a call that my favorite cousins would be driving up to visit for the afternoon. They arrived in a rain storm. We had a couple of hours of catching up (not enough by any means!) Then they left in another rain storm! They will be back. We aren't too far from their new retirement home on Greers Ferry Lake. Jack made a trip to Berryville to check on a tractor, and came home the proud owner of a new (slightly used) tractor. He has dreams of a summer filled with tractor "work"!

Then, the rains came! It made "springs pour into ravines so streams gushed down from the mountains...Ps.104:10 It is one of life's "little joys" to curl up on the sofa by the fire and hear the raindrops pound the roof and splash over the gutters. Our mountain is so in need of rain! It was a night to watch a good movie. We thought "South Pacific" with Glen Close was perfect. Jack followed the story, but cringed everytime they broke out in song. I loved it and sang along, remembering most of the lyrics from my teenage years when I owned the original LP. The night was my version of Some Enchanted Evening!

Sunday was still cloudy as we went to church. Jack and I were in charge of a lively Sunday School class of first and second graders! We fed them left over Valentine cupcakes which, I'm sure energized them for Children's Church later. The sun was peeking out as we walked out of the church house. We could hear the roar of the river from the parking lot. We drove down to the Ponca low water bridge to check the river. Water was gushing over the top. Logs and other debris were sailing past. This weekend will bring out the kayakers and other brave, and experienced floaters. This isn't a time for the inexperienced! It is fun to watch them though.

Hopefully, this is the beginning of a great floating season for all, lasting to early June.

We capped off the weekend with cabin cleaning, which, thanks to our considerate guests, didn't take long. We even had time for a little hike/four-wheeler ride to our own Wildflower Falls. We check often to keep leaves and debris from building up. In another month or so the wildflowers will be peeking through.

I stitched a quote on a pillow years ago. I still have the pillow, and I still love the meaning of the quote.

The world is so full of a number of things, I think we should all be as happy as kings!