Sunday

Just as I was starting to type I completely changed my mind about what I was going to write about.  It's a woman's perogative - right - to change her mind?  Anyway, I was going to write a little about what to do with those colorful fall mums that everyone has lining their front porches or sitting on those decorative bales of hay. You know the ones -- the ones that are now fading, with blooms falling off -- the ones that you keep thinking -- I really should do something with those -- but what?  Then ............... I changed my mind.  For some reason, I thought about a conversation I recently had with someone about "Sundays" and how we spend our time on Sundays.  When I was growing up, Sundays meant sunday school, worship service, singing in the choir, lunch with family and friends, visits with grandparents and aunts and uncles, drives a little further into the "country."  I say "further" because Hanover County used to be country -- where I remembering getting our first stop light.  Gathering at my grandparents' house waiting for Bubba and maybe Aunt Dell and Uncle Bill to stop by -- Sundays were family time.  The point is Sundays were meant for worship and rest.  But somehow and at some time, it changed.  Sundays started becoming a day to shuttle kids to baseball and soccer tournaments, instead of sunday school; a day to work a part-time job or overtime on your full-time job; a day to catch up on laundry, scrubbing floors, yard work, and all the other chores that we couldn't squeeze in during the week.  As I grew older and my life starting getting away from the Sundays that I grew up with, my grandmother would always remind me what Sundays were made for.  My Nanny and Granddaddy were wise people and they sure didn't get it wrong with Sundays.  They knew what they were talking about.  Sundays should be reserved for a day of worship, rest and family.  Sundays should be the day that we recharge our mind, soul and body for Monday through Saturday.  Today, John and I took Mom out for brunch, and visited with the kids in Gloucester.  Nanny, I'm trying to do better.  So, today, I'll recharge and tomorrow I'll give you guys some hints on those mums!