October 10, 2018

Pansy and Jack

 

Pansy and Jack

The Faith that Carried them through the Storm

 

            A long night lay before her. Dark clouds had been gathering all day and Pansy was afraid. She stood alone in the garden and watched as the sun slipped behind the bluffs in the west. Her bright smile faded with the afternoon. Turning her face downward and drawing her pink bonnet close, she hoped that she would survive the oncoming storm.

            Her gloom spread across the garden and into the woods. Though alone and anxious, her plight was not unobserved. Behind a young tree at the edge of the forest, Jack watched her. Prepared for the coming torrent, he retreated deeper into his cloak. His feet firmly planted on the ground, he was safe from the approaching storm, but he ached to comfort and protect little Pansy.

            Jack was new at his job at the edge of the forest. He stood each day in his green and white striped podium guarding this small parcel of land. He looked out from the forest each morning and watched the pretty little lady, as she opened her bonnet and smiled at the morning sun. She loved to raise her arms and dance in the gentle breeze.

            Jack felt the air cool, as the wind whistled through the trees. Watching Pansy tremble, her arms drawn to her sides, he began to hum a tune, his eyes watching the little garden and Pansy.

             The melody caught the current of air and was carried to the garden, its soothing tones touching Pansy. She raised her fragile head and listened. “Who is singing?” her tiny voice asked. She saw only a flurry of leaves, tumbling across the yard. Turning her head into the breeze, she waited and listened. “Jack was singing, that boy in the woods,” she whispered. “Jack,” she cried.

            Jack sang out, hoping that the wind would carry his words to the garden.

 

 

Though clouds have come and night is near

I promise you will not be alone.

 

Hang on to my song sweet daughter of light

Hang on as the heavens doth moan.

 

Morning will come; I promise you that

You will then lift quivering eyes

 

As you look for the rainbow look also for me

You will be saved from the storm’s daunting cries.

 

            Jack was standing strong behind the trees. If only she could run to his side. She would be safe. She shyly waved and smiled, then closed her arms quickly for the storm was upon them. The wind howled picking up speed as it raged across the little garden. Pansy hung on, her feet wedged in the ground. She tried to remember Jack’s voice and his soothing melody.  A rainbow, something about a rainbow. Pulling her bonnet close she huddled there in the garden.

            A long time ago, Pansy had a family. Dozens of cousins with bright bonnets sang and danced with her in the garden. Strangers, big and strong tried to overtake them; they were always chased away. Time passed and sadly, one by one, her cousins disappeared until one day, Pansy stood alone.

            The storm drew close and the wind and dark clouds pushed through Pansy’s garden. All night long, the storm’s wrath swept across the land. Bolts of lightning lit up the sky and thunder exploded behind the clouds. Pansy braced herself as the rain plummeted its heavy drops against her fragile body. Sticks and leaves attacked her as the wind hurled them at her. Peeking out from her bonnet, she watched as her quiet home turned from a pleasant garden to a lake of raging water. Mud splashed up and struck her face.  Her feet sodden and heavy, she felt her legs weaken.

            Jack, safe behind his tree, held onto his mantle. He watched Pansy fight the torrent. “Hang on my love. Soon it will be over,” he whispered.

            Her strength spent, Pansy began to loosen her grip. Her arms slid to her sides, the wind catching them at last. “I cannot win this fight.” she cried, and turned her back to the tempest. One final whip from the wind and she fell. Her ruffled bonnet, her lovely smile plunged to the soggy earth.

            Jack screamed through the roar. “Pansy!” Tears puddled in his eyes. He bent his head low and he prayed. His prayer, heard only by the Angels and by God, floated out beyond the storm. “My dearest Lord, I ask you on this night of upheaval and fright, that you protect little Pansy and carry her through the horror of this night.”  Alone in the forest, he felt the calm. He heard an answer. He opened his eyes. “Morning has come,” he sighed. He watched through the trees as daylight drew near. The eastern sky shot beams of radiance from the horizon. Jack turned and searched for little Pansy.

            Her body was spattered with mud, battered with twigs and leaves. Jack held his breath, closing his eyes not wanting to know of her plight. All was still; moments passed. Jack opened his eyes and pushed his cloak back. There was movement in that muddy corner of land.

             Pansy lifted her head. Trying to find strength, she raised herself to her knees, wiping the mud from her eyes.  Blinking, she sighed and tried to stand. She sank to the earth. Remembering Jack, she looked toward the forest. “Jack, are you there?” her voice was weak. “Jack?”

            Jack, restrained by his pulpit, cried to her. “Pansy, Pansy, you made it. Try to stand, morning has come and the calm has returned.”

            Another moment and she was standing. Her arms stretched and opened to greet the daylight. Her eyes met Jacks and they smiled. Though they were far apart, Pansy in her garden, Jack in the forest, together they bowed their heads and gave thanks to God for seeing them through the storm. Raising their heads they watched as a great bow full of color arched across the sky.

             Dawn’s light was at hand and with it came warmth and sunshine.

 

Copyright by Kathleen M. Brosius - March, 2011

 

September 20, 2018

Fall 2018 Is Upon Us

     This is my favorite time of year here in Texas, especially around our little home and the Lake.  Most of this summer the lake level has been dropping, and dropping.  At one point a few weeks ago it was 39 feet low from full lake level.  We have gained about a 4 to 6 foot rise from some heavy rains North of us which flow down the Rio Grand River and ultimately into our 'Falcon Lake'.
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September 17, 2018

Good Morning September 12, 2018

A lovely day here in Zapata, TX. We've had quite a bit of rain in the last few days and Falcon Lake is rising. That is good, because it's been pretty low this summer. The farmers south of here need to irrigate their crops so tons and tons of water from Falcon is drained and runs south to the Valley. Mexico needs irrigation, as well and water from Falcon goes to those crops too. George is excited with the increasing depth, as are all the fishermen. More water means more places to fish, and the lake isn't so muddy. So my hubby will get out on the water, as soon as the rain stops. We all know, he loves to fish. I'll go with him one day soon. I don't fish, but I have a Kindle and a camera, so I keep busy. I've a lot of photographs of the landscape from our pontoon's point of view. Mostly dead trees sticking out of the water. Mesquite trees are plentiful in this part of Texas. When the Rio Grande River was dammed up 60 years ago, the water spread and formed Falcon Lake, which is about 30 miles long. The mesquite trees' "ghosts" are still reaching from their roots out of the blue water toward the blue sky. Once in a while, one sees a sleeping indigo snake wound around a tree branch. They scare me to death, but they are harmless and protected, I believe. Back to my blog. I'm going to try to make a go of having a blog, since I am a published writer now, I must have a blog, right? We'll see how it goes. George has a blog and he's been trying to help me get this thing started. Forgive the amateur look. We are working at perfecting it. I'll try to have a picture or two, as well. Have a nice day. God bless and keep all of you well.

September 02, 2018

My Fish Shed

     I don't have a garage, I don't have a big house, but I do have a "Fish Shed".  A short time ago I decided I needed a small spot to hang my rods and some spare tackle out of the wind, dust and sun.  After looking and looking I could not find anything tall enough so I improvised a bit.  This rubber maid unit would work if I didn't use the floor and if I would extend the height by adding a base.  The base I added to the unit raised it all by 14 inches and allows just enough room for my 7.5 foot rods.  My tackle bags sit nicely in the bottom and do not block the hanging of the rods.  A couple photo's of the boat cover too. 

 

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August 29, 2018

Falcon Lake Launch Sites


     It's not funny, but rather practical at 73 years of age to tell ones Spouse where you are launching for fishing here on Falcon Lake.  Info included can be who you are going with or who is going with you or are you going alone.  Before I hook the boat up or take off for the outing I let Kathleen know.  Today I may go out of the 'Horse Pasture', Tomorrow I may go out of the 'Beacon'.  If it is going to be a really low wind day I may head out from the 'State Park Landing' or if it's windy I'll put in at the '$50.00 Spot' or perhaps the 'County Landing'. 

     The big Bass Boat crowd have only a couple of launch sites, especially when the lake is low like it is now.  It is 39 feet low as we speak.  Choices for the big boats are, State Park Landing if you can dump off the bank ( 4 wheel advised) or the county landing.  Me, regardless of the water level I can launch at them all.  Gotta love my small boat, and I do.  My favorite's are the Horse Pasture, or the $50.00 Spot.

 

Random Photo's

     Bass Fishing Partners Boat ( Foy Green )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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August 28, 2018

Catching Up -- Entry 1

     I have read and reread that last entry in our blog from 2014 and as I sit and think about all that has transpired I am not sure I can do justice with blogging and posting pictures of all that has taken place with our lives the past four years.  The more I think about it I may just do a piece to touch briefly on each year with a few pictures and then just take off with the present happenings and our future thoughts.  The last thing I want to do is bore our followers with old news.
 
     Before beginning any thing it would be best to start with where we currently are.  Why we are here.  What we are doing, and then perhaps work back-words. 
 
     I would encourage any of our new followers to go back in the 'Archives' and click on the various years and months to get a taste for what we have always felt was a fairy tail journey in our motor coach which we fondly referred to as the 'Tininthewind'.  It was 2006 that we began our journey and blogged our adventures.  From 2006 to 2014 we didn't hold anything back.  We blogged about the good, bad, ugly, and ups and downs as they took place.  The pictures that we added to most postings usually told the story better than our writings did.
 
     OK, Here Goes:
 
Where Are We Now
 
 
     We have our beloved 'Tininthewind' motor home up for sale on a consignment lot in Northern Washington and have settled in to our new to us Park Model Home  on our leased lot at the Amigo Inn RV Park in Zapata, Texas.  Zapata Texas is located in the upper reaches of the Rio Grand Valley nestled along the Rio Grand River which as you know provides the border between Mexico and the U. S.  Fortunately back in approximately 1947 a dam was constructed to create a lake called "Falcon  Lake'.  Falcon lake is some 30 miles in length with many fingers of water projecting into both Mexico and Texas.
 
     Makes sense, doesn't it.  We spend the bulk of our working life raising our boys and living along the Mighty Mississippi River and now in the twilight of retirement we settle along the Rio Grand River.  The one common denominator is "Bass Fishing".