SUNDAY WET AND WILD - NO FRONT PORCH SWING

River Torrens in flood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rO3PLDqSZdI

Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn and Tammy Wynette

The Front Porch Swing

Good Morning and welcome to a very wintry Sunday in my little corner of the world.    The sky is grey/black in parts and yet there are patches of blue.   The sun is trying very hard to peep through and there is rain, rain, rain.

We had some torrential showers over night and I listened from the warmth and comfort of my bed and today the river near my home is rushing and gurgling in it's fury to reach the sea.

It is just another Flinders Park Sunday - a typical winter day when those people we do see are looking pinched and very cold,  Neighbours merely wave and hurry back inside instead of stopping to chat - a lovely day for cooking and enjoying all the winter things - a book by the fire, a DVD with children (don't forget to include some popcorn).  I have two slow cookers on with lovely warming winter food - meat balls and tomato in one and in the other a lovely plump chicken cooking away - the stock will be used for soup and the meat for a chicken curry.

And that's about as domesticated as I am going to be today - I have a load of linen on the clothes line - dripping wet thanks to it's final rinse by Mother Nature. I started the day off with good intentions, but they have gone out of the window as it is now lunch time and nothing much done.   I have been speaking on the phone for quite a while.  I am warm and safe - new ribbed jumper in cream skinny rib under a windcheater ensures my warmth.

There will be very little sitting on the front porch this Sunday - too cold, but I love this song and wanted to include it.

I remember the time when the bloom was on the cotton

When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallows on their wings

Winter cares which we're already few or soon forgotten

Just sittin' on the front porch swing

Oh we sit every Sunday and watched the married ladies

And we dreamed of white dresses and church bells in the spring

And they talked and painted their nails while they let us hold their babies

Sittin' on the front porch swing

Where was I when the time came to join the married ladies

Why did I paint the nail when the finger had no ring

Why do I sit at night and long to hold their baby

Sittin' on the front porch swing

When the mind longs to follow but the memory erases

And the lips form the words that the heart no longer sings

When the leaves in the hollow have been died to match our faces

Sittin' on the front porch swing

Oh we'll dream of the time when the bloom was on the cotton

When our hearts chased the clouds like the swallows on their wings

But the words to the rhyme are the only things forgotten

Sittin' on the front porch swing

Sittin' on the front porch swing

I hope wherever you are that your blessings are many and your troubles are few and that you are able to enjoy the space and time that the weekend brings - if you have to work I hope that you get some time later in the week to relax.   There are many who work at the weekend - nurses, doctors, police, ambulance drivers etc. etc. - all unsung heroes.  People who work in restaurants so that we can dine out - pilots and cabin crew who make it possible for us to fly home or to visit.  Cinema staff working means that we have the opportunity to relax and enjoy - shop assistance so that we can shop at our leisure.   I salute you all.

I have a contented heart today and for that I am thankful - there are always concerns I carry with me, but I am learning to let go of those things I cannot change and to trust more.

Thanks for calling by and reading the Musings from My Heart - take care and may there be sunshine in your shadows.

Love and hugs,

Linda.