I’M THINKING THIS MIGHT BE A BLACK SWALLOWTAIL BUTTERFLY
It was a short Jeep ride for Pheebs and I again. I didn't find the morning's cloud cover too inspiring so couldn't quite get myself into a traveling photo mode. A couple gravely roads southeast of Bayfield and we were home again. Spent about 3 hours cleaning up and re-organizing things in our back yard. With a bunch of dry pine needles raked up it was quite a smoky campfire I had going on. Legs were bothering me so I packed it in around 1 p.m. And that was it for another day as far as any further outside physical activity was concerned. Some days I’m 16 again and other days I feel like I’m pushing a hundred and five years old.
IT WAS A NICE SATURDAY MORNING FOR A BACKYARD CAMPFIRE
OUR PRICKLY PEAR CACTUS WILL BE SPORTING BRIGHT YELLOW BLOOMS SOON
IT’S QUITE A MOSH OF PLANTS WE HAVE IN SOME OF OUR FLOWER GARDENS
WE HAVE A NUMBER OF OLD WEATHERD STUMPS
EVERY ONE OF THOSE FIREPIT STONES I BROUGHT FROM THE OLD FARMHOUSE NEAR FULLARTON WHERE THEY FORMED A FIREPIT FOR A FEW ‘SUMMERTIME STAR PARTIES’ NEARLY 20 YEARS AGO
I LIKE MAKING AND MAINTAINING PATHWAYS AROUND OUR HOUSE
PHEEBS IS WATCHING AND WAITING FOR KELLY TO COME BACK FROM THE LIBRARY
WAITING AND WAITING
Hadn't taken any photos this morning so I again slipped outside late this afternoon to see what I could find around the property. Always seems to be something somewhere to take a few photos of if one looks hard enough. The shores of Lake Huron are only a mile or so west of us and I must really try harder to get myself over there more often in the evening for some sunset photos. It’s disconcerting sometimes how routines can set in and stifle one from thinking and doing things other than the daily routines they have a habit of routinely doing. It’s a comfortably easy rut to sink into and a surprisingly hard rut to climb out of. I think the hardest part is not knowing your in the rut in the first place. Yep, gotta get myself out with my camera more often……………..
With the Spring bird rush all but over now about the only birds we are seeing at our birdseed station anymore are Blue Jays, Grackles, and Mourning Doves. Oh ya then there are a pair of Crows who I repeatedly chase away by waving my arms and making frightening faces at. Of course not to be outdone I see they are now beginning to simply stare back, flap their wings, and make equally frightening faces at me. And of course I am the one now beginning to become genuinely frightened!!
KELLY’S DAUGHTER SABRA GAVE HER THIS FUSIA PLANT FOR MOTHER’S DAY
AFTERNOON TEA IN THE GARDEN
WE STILL HAVE ABOUT 5 RESIDENT FROGS IN THE POND PLUS 2 FISH
MR. AND MRS. FROG I PRESUME
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GROANER'S CORNER:(( Now that I am older, here's what I have discovered:
1. I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
2. My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran.
3. I finally got my head together, now my body is falling apart.
4. Funny, I don't remember being absent-minded...
5. All reports are in; life is now officially unfair.
6. If all is not lost, where is it?
7. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
8. Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant.
9. I wish the buck stopped here; I sure could use a few.
10. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere.
11. Only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom.
12. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.
13. When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to play chess?
14. It's not hard to meet expenses... they're everywhere.
15. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
16. These days I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter.... I go somewhere to get something, and then wonder what I'm here after.
- “The storm chaser was so fascinated by tornadoes that he tended to get carried away.”
- Sale! Sale! An antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.
While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes." He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?" Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?"