I so appreciate all of you who have been so faithful to read my blog over the years. I know I will not totally stop writing. It is a wonderful outlet for the many thoughts and musings that constantly run through my mind. Writing is as necessary as breathing to a writer, and I am no different. My concern was that those of you who did stop by to read my posts were growing weary of my hurried thoughts about my busy and getting busier life. I know I felt like I was on a merry-go-round to nowhere. I no longer had the time I like to devote to more heartfelt posts about the beauty surrounding me and the wonders of God.

I will post from time to time and hope that there are still readers out there who will check in. My blogging family is just that, family. I haven't heard comments in these numbers for some time, and I suppose I thought no one was still out there. I will say to myself what I often tell my mom when she is too weary to press on. Do not grow weary in well doing. Of course that is elementary, but so true.

One thing of note....here on my country road. Napoleon has given up calling a mate to share his life and is now shedding his beautiful tail feathers. I run around and gather them up, as we may not always have such a noble and beautiful peacock among us. It won't be long until he is back to looking much as he did when he first came into my life. I am going to frame a couple of the brilliant eye feathers in case he ever wanders away from us.

Thank you for your kind words, and your kindness. I am hoping to recharge and rest to regain the energy my writing once had. I miss it already.

Until next time,
Becky
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For nearly four years I have written stories about life in Smalltown and the life I live here on my country road. It has been a joy. My thoughts, feelings, beliefs, and imaginings have filled a thousand posts. I wrote my life story for my children and as therapy for myself. For several years blogging and writing have been both my passion and driving force in my life. One thing is for certain, I know I can use words to express myself as well as to reach people. I have met wonderful caring people from all over the world, and consider them friends. The blogging community is a special family and brotherhood, and it is with some sadness that I take a final stroll down my country road. I have been encouraged and enriched by the blogging experience, and I shall miss all of you terribly.

There are two things a person knows. When to begin something and when to end it. Life has taken some amazing twists and turns for me this past year. I no longer have the time it takes to blog the way it should be done, or rather the way I like to do it. I am not saying I will stop writing, for writers write. Always. I just will not be blogging.

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the world and sharing life with me for a time....May God richly bless all who have who traveled with me.....Down my country road.......

Becky
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Here we are again. Mondays seem to roll around quicker than any other day of the week, and after being off since last Wednesday I am ready for it. I guess I am a person of routine. While I would much rather be independently wealthy so I could travel, write, and visit loved ones, I have to work for a living. That being said I have work to catch up on and things to do. When I am gone nobody does my job.

Mom and I had a good few days in Illinois. I can't remember when I was so tired and dirty, but we got a lot done. When you go to the home of a loved one you haven't seen for a long time and begin sifting through their things it is an odd feeling. I found it sad. However we are home again and can rest before our next trip up.

Like so much of the country we are soggy with more rain predicted. Normally we have rain in June and drought the rest of the summer, but not this year. I hope that since today is kick butt Monday you are up and ready to get started. It is good to be home. Have a wonderful day- someone out there is in need of a smile and a kind word. Be the person that provides that kindness today.

Until next time,
Becky
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