|GOLDFINCHES ARE RETURNING TO THEIR VIBRANT YELLOW SUMMER COLORS|
I guess it could be called impatience at this time of year and I think a lot of us get it. We are so close to warmer weather and yet with these windchill-driven days, we just can't seem to turn the corner. Okay, so maybe it's just my impatience and nobody else.
|GOLDFINCH ON THE LEFT AND A RED-BREASTED NUTHATCH ON THE RIGHT|
|SPOTTED A FELLOW SHUTTER BUG ENJOYING THE MORNING AT GODERICH'S ROTARY COVE|
|HEADING HOME THIS MORNING I NOTICED WHAT I THOUGHT WAS AN OLD TROLL BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD UP THERE ON THE LEFT|
|YEP, IT WAS A TROLL ALRIGHT|
It's been nearly 3 weeks now since I last watched any cable news so I have no idea what's going on south of the border anymore. I have gone against my own advice and buried my head in the sand. I just can't take any more of what is happening to the United States. A country I had learned to love over our RVing years. A country I had so fondly considered and remembered as our second home. I was totally a non-political person up to about 6 years ago and I'm hoping I can return to that status once again and not let myself be drawn into that political quagmire anymore. Politics just seem to pull the absolute worst out of so many otherwise good people...........
GROANER'S CORNER:(( There were two lovers, who were really into spiritualism and reincarnation. They vowed that if either died, the other one remaining would try to contact the partner in the other world exactly 30 days after their death. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, the young man died in a car wreck. True to her word, his sweetheart tried to contact him in the spirit world exactly 30 days later. At the seance, she called out, "John, John, this is Martha. Do you hear me?" A ghostly voice answered her, "Yes Martha, this is John. I can hear you." Martha tearfully asked, "Oh John, what is it like where you are?" "It's beautiful. There are azure skies, a soft breeze, sunshine most of the time." "What do you do all day?" asked Martha. "Well, Martha, we get up before sunrise, have a great breakfast, and there's nothing but making love until noon. After lunch, we nap until two and then make love again until about five. After dinner, we go at it again until we fall asleep about 11 p.m." Martha was somewhat taken aback. "Is that what heaven really is like?" "Heaven? I'm not in heaven, Martha." "Well, then, where are you?" "I'm a rabbit in Arizona."