Do you struggle with motivation to decorate with things from nature in Winter? Does it seem futile to bring sticks inside rather than beautiful, fragrant, colorful flowers?
After spending a good many years of my life in areas rich with pines, I now find myself in the limestone belt. Similar to the West. No pine trees grow here. The soil is too alkaline for it. For the first time EVER, I’ve resorted to purchasing pine cones. (I know, Mom! Should have brought home a load from your house at Christmas!)
Do you visit Wal-Mart often? I do. It’s the only store in our small town where you can buy all household needs under one roof. So often need to go, but I detest going.
If I’m the Queen, can’t I just wave my wand or something? POOF! It’s there. Whatever it is I need from that place. No 15-mile trip into town. No wandering the isles looking, endlessly looking, for things I cannot find.
Why? Why don’t they have what I need? Because. It’s not YOUR Wal-Mart. It’s OURS – a small version, y’all! Yes, I know you can’t believe it, but the small, regular Wal-Mart stores still exist. Here.
Truthfully, I’m thankful for it. At least it’s better than nothing.
This morning, I walked through the dining room and was filled with a scent… sweetness. Cinnamon finally registered in my brain. Then I remembered.
My itty-bitty Wal-Mart was selling cinnamon-scented pine cones in a clearance buggy. (Yes, I’m Southern, y’all, so I say BUGGY. And YA’LL. And FIXIN’. And many more funny things.) Brought the clearance pine cones home and threw them into an old dough bowl. Wrapped the bowl in a fake dried berry vine. No DIY, or anything. Easy, y’all.
What a gift to the senses! Talk about comfort and harmony…
Thank you, Lord, for this gift. Thank you, Father, for my home – where You reside among us. And Your gifts are evident at every turn.
I am content.