WATCH AND LISTEN FOR YOURSELF

Our morning walk was nearly rained out but luckily, between downpours, Pheebs and I were able to get some boots and paws on the ground.

 ON THE WAY TO OUR WALKING SPOT THIS MORNING

 I THINK THE OWNER OF THESE GREEN FIELDS ALONGSIDE OUR WALKING ROAD LIVES ON A FARM IN THAT COPSE OF TREES ON THE HORIZON

 MUNCHING ON SOME TASTY WILLOW LEAVES

It is not often anymore that anything will rivet me to a television screen but it happened this morning as I watched and listened to the heartfelt and sincere testimony of four Capital police officers in front of the House Committee Hearing investigating the January 6th attack on the United States Capitol building.  No need for me to say any more!!  Watch and listen for yourself..................  

 KELLY THIS AFTERNOON ON HER WAY TO CHECK THE MAIL

MONARCH BUTTERFLY

 WE ARE WELL INTO THISTLE AND SUNFLOWER SEASON 

GROANER'S CORNER:((  One of the matrons of the church was cooking a pot of her famous beans for the church potluck, and her son, Little Johnny, came running through the house, BB gun in one hand, and a handful of BBs in the other. He tripped and the BBs, naturally, went right into the pot of beans. Thinking it over, Little Johnny could think of no reason why he should risk punishment, so he said nothing.  The dinner went well, and, as usual, the beans were one of the favorite dishes. The next day, the church secretary, Mary, called Little Johnny's mother and said, "Jane, your beans were delicious as usual, but what did you put in them this time?"  Jane replied, "Nothing new, why do you ask?" "Well," said Mary, "this morning I bent over to feed the cat, and shot the canary."

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