Monday, April 24, 2017

Just being, being treated and no worries

This garden belongs to a shop near my sister's home in northern Florida.  It was so lovely to just sit and wait and watch bees buzzing and listen to the people to my left laughing, as they worked a car wash for charity.

Neighbor Mike decided to hand out this "treat" of an alcoholic cherry cola to his middle aged neighbor ladies, as we all stood talking one afternoon.  The label made me smile, so I had a little photo shoot in my kitchen, as I do sometimes.  And then I tried it.  Ugh!  :)

There is a lot to worry about in the world right now - I try not to worry, but do sometimes.  And then I spotted this poem that made me smile.

14 comments:

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Lynn - oh dear ... lovely thought - I think I might feel the way you do. Gorgeous place to sit out though ... and mull the times through - yes we are in a sorry way ... I think I'll just 'take my old body out and start singing' - well that will send everyone away and I can have peace and quiet!! Cheers and have a good week - Hilary

Granny Annie said...

With this old body, this old face, this bald head, there is nothing left but to go out and sing:-)

Lee said...

It's difficult not to worry...the poem made me smile, too; and it reminded me of something my Nana used to always say when I was a kid..."There's no point in worrying...worrying gets you nowhere, and it only makes things seem much worse than they really are."

I've never heard of alcoholic Cherry Cola...I doubt it's available here...but then again, on the other hand, it could be.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

That's right -- "don't worry, be happy!" Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets.

Adam said...

cute name for a drink

eileeninmd said...

Hello, looks like a neat place to sit. I like the poem, worrying seems to be a waste of time.

The drink name is cute. Happy Monday, enjoy your day and new week!

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Lynn, to respond to your comment on my blog -- I suspect the oldest, most pagan meaning of the Triskele is an honouring of the Triple Goddess and that the "Land, Sea, Sky" interpretation is a more recent, i.e. christian, re-interpretation. A lot of that went on in Celtic spirituality.

Elephant's Child said...

If I knew where my worry button was I would disconnect it. Along with a few others.
Great poem.
Sad about the drink...

Leonora said...

Haha, Your one word says it all: "Ugh!".

Keep singing!

sage said...

Alcoholic cola, that sounds bad! Love the poem.

Lady Fi said...

Lovely garden in which to NOT worry! ;-)

Snaggle Tooth said...

Nice spot. I saw a bumble bee in the garden this week. I might like that soda. Fun label! Also a very fun poem you found there. A great cheer up! Thanks

LL Cool Joe said...

I think I'd give the soda a miss too, but it was a nice gesture, unless your neighbour is just trying to get all his female neighbours drunk. :D

Yes there is a great deal to worry about, for me personally as well as the who world, but as the poem rightly says, worrying won't change anything, so what's the point?

Jacqueline said...


Love this poem. I am new to your blog and really enjoy it. Jackie