A Perfect Day

What a great way to be remembered. As a Hard Working Woman. I kind of like the sound of that. I only hope to be able to do even half of this and not complain.

Here is what I am referring to. It is a poem forwarded to me from my stepmom.

Grandmother on a winter’s day
Milked the cows and fed them hay;
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule.
And got the children off to school;
Did the washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows, did some chores;
Cooked a dish of home dried fruit
Pressed her husband’s Sunday suit;
Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread;;
Enough to fill the kitchen bin;
Cleaned the lamps, and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought would spoil;
Then exclaimed, ‘For pity’s sake
The calves have gotten out of the pen.’
Gathered the eggs, and locked the stable,
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
Then went to work and washed the dishes;
Fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes
Mended a basket full of holes
Then opened the organ and began to play;
“When you come to the end of a perfect day.” - Anon

A perfect day. That is the truth. I seem to gripe about the littlest things and for no reason. I guess it is only to make myself feel better but it really doesn't. I need to just release the negativity and count my blessings. I am So Very Blessed. Everyday I feel blessed. I will do my best to stop complaining and just soak up the goodness my life has to offer.