Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween 2010

For a fine Monday of beauty and life come on over to ...
 Mosaic Monday
and leave your fine comments.

Just a few pix of our Halloween get together. It was a fun day. Our newest son-in-law, the one in the maids uniform (giggle), did us all proud by being brave enough to follow through with a dare. He is (was) a very shy person. Our other son-in-law, in the grim reaper get-up, had a great time with the maid. Oh they gave us some fine laughs.

There was a gypsy, three witches, a unicorn, a couple of vampires, a small monkey, a skeleton, the butler and a hippy, along with the grim reaper, a chef and assorted others.
My Old Guy, the butler there in tails being hugged by that red-headed hussy, was in top form. He was the one voiced the dare. I think he was shocked when he saw that red head walking up the stairs.
All the little guys had a super time, especially seeing how silly the grown-ups can be.
A great time had by all.

Thursday, October 21, 2010


The granddaughter's were staying with us over night one night in June. There was a bit of thunder and lightening for a bit, and then..............

After the electrical excitement last night, we all watched t.v for a while, "Bones", then the girls got ready for bed. It was 9 o'the clock then, Ashlyn had been saying "is it time for bed?", since 7:57, so i figured it was time. Alexis hinted that sometimes she stayed up til midnight! HA!

So i sent them off to do their bathroom stuff, get jammies on and all that. Papa had the storybook, "The Quiet Bunny", all ready to go. Ashlyn says, "i don't want the Quiet Bunny!" 

Nana says, "that's what you got."
She gave me "that look". 
The one especially reserved for me. LOL....little monkey.

So, the girls put themselves foot to foot, a head at each end in the bed, papa sat in his chair, and the fun began.

If you have never watched him read a bedtime story, you have missed a real show. He does sound affects, voices, body moves and the whole she-bang. Watching him be a bunny trying to make noise was priceless, let alone trying to sound and look like a flying bat, a croaking jumping frog, a hoot owl, a bear, and finally a silent bunny who discovered he could make noise with his big feet. He thumped, jumped, threw his head back, made faces, wiggled his eyebrows, growled, giggled, hissed, scritched, and all the other things that made up the story... and those girls laughed so hard they could hardly move. Ashlyn was almost hysterical, and Alexis kept bumping her head on the arm of the futon. Me? I laughed til my ears hurt and i couldn't breathe. It was perfect.

A fun night with two precious granddaughters who sweeten our lives.

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Monday, October 18, 2010

Birds of a feather....or not.

 It's fall. The birds are coming home to much fun.

My addition to Monday Mosaic with Mary. 

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Friday, October 15, 2010

Good boy Eddie.

For some reason, we woman get all soft and mooshy when we see a big guy holding a little baby. It just gets to us.

As much as i hate to admit, that includes me. I get all soft and mooshy.
Especially when the big guy is my son-in-law, and the little guy is my new grandson.

Little Eddie is 6 months old tomorrow. How time fly's. He is sitting up by himself, eating baby food, practicing different sounds, and learning how to show his temper. Oh he is a sweetie.
He is such a good boy. He will sit and play by himself for quite a long time. And , unlike his sisters, when he first wakes up he is an angel boy, full of smiles and giggles.
But, the temper thing. He scrunches up his face, yells and slaps his leg, kicks his feet. It is actually cute and funny and i have a very hard time not laughing. He just tickles the hell outa me.

On the day of my birthday, while we are sitting around talking and eating cake, he laid in his daddy's arms, quietly watching and listening, and fell asleep.

I love these pictures.

Sunday, October 3, 2010


Monday Mosaic.....come on over, enjoy the beauty.
Mosaic Monday

I love succulants, and i love growing things in shoes and pots and other non-planter things.
I find that succulants are a surprise all the time, they never do the same thing from one year
to the next.
Here are a few of mine.

Monday, September 27, 2010


Linking up to...... Mosaic Monday

Here i go, almost missing Mosaic Monday again.

I love the bright orange of these nasturtiums.They shout out "look at me! i am beautiful and alive!"
I have a friend, she grows nasturtiums as big as dinner plates. They go well with her morning glories, which are as big as platters. Her thumb is green to the core.
I've always been good at growing things, but not quite that good. However mine turn out though, i love each and every petal of every flower. It amazes me how these glorious beauties come from little seeds, push their way up from the dirt and turn into this.

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I'm linking this up with Emily at Chatting at the sky for Tuesdays unwrapped.

tuesdays unwrapped at cats

Now who woulda thought!
When micro-wave ovens first came out it was, "i'm never gonna get one of those!", well, i have one. I've had one for about 21 years now and don't want to ever be without one again. The first one was the Old Guy's, a big, heavy, high-powered thing that you coulda cooked a cow in in a short time. We used that one for a few years and decided it was time for something newer and smaller, so that one went to Blue, who passed it on to Leslie, who passed it back to Blue, who then passed it on to A. No idea where it is now, and since none of us has the need, or desire to cook a whole cow in a short time, i guess it really doesn't matter.

Anyway, since the first old one, we have had two more, and i'm wanting a new one now. This one is square and black, i want rounded and white. Not picky or anything you know.

         This is what the old one looked like. Big and heavy.

       This is what the one i have now looks like. Square. With corners.
         This is what i want. White and rounded sort of.


  I also used to say, "i'll never have a dishwasher, been washing dishes by hand all my life and i actually like doing it! the hot water feels good." Yeah, right. Well, that was true at one time, but not anymore. I have never had a dishwasher until we moved into this house, and glory be there was one sitting right there built in to the counter. I looked at it off and on for a few days, never used it. In fact, i forgot i had it! until our first Sunday breakfast here, when suddenly, as the kids were about done washing dishes i remembered, DUH! theres a dishwasher right there! So, needless to say, the next Sunday breakfast dishes were put in the dishwasher. You know, there is actually a certain way to load one of those things! You don't just start shoving stuff in there and hope for clean dishes, oh no, you put plates here in this direction, bowls there, glasses up there, etc... hell! i didn't know that! i'de never had one of the dang things. So, that first load didn't impress me much, figuring the thing wasn't very good and didn't do it's job. Until one of my sweet girls let me know different, and now the dishes come out nice and clean.

There is also a garbage disposal in the sink. One of those "if you put your hand in there while it's running it's gonna chop it up!" things. Lisa does that, well, she pushes stuff down while it's running and makes me crazy...argh! 46 years old and puts her hand in a running disposal....or she did and i gave her heck. I mean, after all, there are little girls learning everything we do, right? Oh, thats a scary thought isn't it.

Lets see, hmmmmmmm, just what would they learn from this house? To go from one room to another, mumbling to yourself about what you thought you were doing but got sidetracked. How to chop up your hands in the disposal. How to hang yourself with oxy hoses. How to trip yourself on oxy hoses. How to shut your oxy hose in the fridge door and stop on a dime. How to laugh so hard your belly hurts and you pee your pants. How to talk to plants so they grow nice. How to eat canned tamales on lettuce with golden hominy on the side. How it feels to sit next to your nana with your head on her shoulder and fall asleep. Or play computer games with aunt Lisa till her eyes cross. How to put up with a papa who teases and harrases you with so much love it shines. And how to answere questions like...
how did i go from talking about micro-waves to teaching kids?

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Baker

I'm linking up with Jenny for 
 Jenny Matlock
 Come on over and enjoy the fun!
The prompt is in blue.

The Baker. 

It wasn't his birthday.
Not his anniversary, as he wasn't married.
Or involved with anyone.

It wasn't any special day. 

Just a ' I want candles on a cake!' day.

So, he mixed,  he poured, and he baked.

He frosted the cake and stuck 4 candles in it. Four being his lucky number.
He lit the candles.

He drew in a deep breath...
Closed his eyes....

He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake that it would start a fire,
he would meet the most gorgeous lady firefighter in the world.
And fall in love instantly.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


I am linking this to The Little Red House for    Mosaic Monday  

I have been lost in the glory and music of the rain.
I have seen it wash the dust away, and i've heard it
coming down so hard that all other sounds are gone.
I have raised my head, closed my eyes and breathed
in the sweet clean smell of new rain.
I have been lost in the beauty of the rain.

Saturday, September 4, 2010


I am linking to Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.


There i stood. Wet. Cold.


For what?

Who knows.

But, it seems i'm always standing, waiting,  in the wet cold whenever i wake up from one of those
"it was a dark and stormy night" dreams.

Just once i wish i would wake up standing, waiting, in the bright warm sunshine from a
"it was a warm sunny day" dream.


There i stood.  Very hot. Sweating. Burning. On fire!


For what?

One of those "it was a dark and stormy night" dreams.

Will i never learn?

Be careful what you wish for!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010


I am linking this to.......  Tuesdays Unwrapped at 

chatting at the sky

Today i am un-wrapping,

Lisa. My firstborn. Today she is 48.
That amazes me, that i have a child almost 50 years old.
Wow again.

She was born 35 days before i turned 16.
She was born in St. Catherines Hospital in Grand Junction, Colorado.
We were attended by nuns.
They told me (at that time) i was the youngest to ever deliver in that hospital.

I had always heard nuns were mean, un-happy women, with no patience for mistakes.

Well, i learned that you can't lump everyone with the same title, in the same catagory.

I was babied.
I was lavished with kindness and love.
My feet were rubbed. My hair was combed. My clothes were washed for me,
so that when i went home i would be in clean clothes.

Lisa was held and rocked and passed around from nun to nun.
She was sung to and talked to and snuggled the total 8 days i was in that hospital.

The hospital food 48 years ago was still 'real food' and had flavor.
I was fed very well, and usually it was something i had wanted.

Maybe all that kindness and love that was heaped upon us had something to do with
Lisa turning out to be the loving soul she is.
She has a pure heart.
She is my daughter.
I love her.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Decision, part two.

 Jenny Matlock


Take any other SC stories (yours or someone elses) and using ANOTHER 100 WORDS...tell us the "rest of the story".

Please copy and paste the first story so we can read both entries easily.


A 100 word story that tells the rest of any previous Saturday Centus! 

I chose 'The Decision'.

The decision was made. No turning back.
AnnieLee, sitting next to me, was rambling on about the past.
"Do you remember the promises's.....?" "Blah blah blah was all i heard. I was thinking, driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good old times.
But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as i passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles". 

After 14 years of hearing the same words, non-stop, i had come to the end of my rope. Just a few more miles and i would be rid of her. Just a bit past Medford and peace will be mine. And her's. 
It is time to set her free, this ghost of love long lost. Time to put her soul to rest.
It is time to let her go. 
                                                                       PART TWO

Time to let go of this giver of promises that never came to reality.
This betrayer of dreams and hopes. The golden haired liar, trickster, who has run my life for so long.

This has to be 'goodbye', or my life is lost.

I looked over at her. The ghost of myself who would soon be put to rest in the house of he who shaped her.
That AnnieLee who was so tired of the lies and the cover-ups. 

It was time for forgiveness and hope.
Time to live.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Green is a Wonder

 This is linking to Jenny Matlock's  Rainbow Summer School....this weeks color is GREEN.


Green can sometimes be amazing and wonderous.
Little green frogs hiding in the spring green of a blooming star jasmine.
Green ivy climbing a rock.
This is Brooklyn, our great-granddaughter, watching the wonder of green life.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

A good day.

My last post i was moaning about the heat. It has let up some. Whew. And i thank all you lovely people who left such sweet and loving comments. It amazes me, how people i have never met are so willing to offer support and hope.

Here are some of the things that give me mega joy.
My grand girls having a great day with their papa. 
Seeing their beautiful smiles and the look of wonder that comes over their faces

Last weekend my Old Guy took the grandgirls, Alexis and Ashlyn, to see some cowboys practicing roping, and to visit the mini-horse place. They enjoyed both of course, the roping was exciting and very interesting to them.
Alexis got to see the mini-horses a couple of years ago, Ashlyn was still too young to go off with Papa for such a long time, so this was her first time.

Sadly, the mini-horse place, which used to have 150 or so horses, is now down to just a few. They have decided to retire. But, the few that were there gave much joy to two sweet little girls.
Alexis and Ashlyn, watching the ropers.
Walking through the field to see the horses.
Alexis so wanted to pet the big one, but it kept moving away.  If she would have ignored him,
he would have been more than happy to get up close.
This photo is wonderful. Ashlyn picking grass for the horse.
Her first time being so close to a real horse, no fear, just wondrful joy and trust.
Alexis. Her beautiful smile that turns my heart over every time.
On the way home. She had a very big day.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Whew! this heat!

I used to love the heat. Hot weather made me smile, when it was in the high 90s i was a happy person.
Not any more. Since my lungs have gotten so bad, breathing in the heat takes a lot of energy. Breathing is about all i can do. Moving around, doing anything at all makes it way to hard to get air.
It would help if i could sweat, but because of the meds i take i no longer sweat. Which means my body has no way to cool itself. Who would have thought a person would WISH for sweat?
I have a wet towel around my neck most of the time when it's  hot. It helps.
Our air-conditioner is worthless, blows warm air. We have a fan or two, which keeps the air moving, but, it's still hot air.
It doesn't seem nice that after not posting for a week, that when i do it's to moan and groan, and complain.
here's a nice bit of photos of a snow storm we had back in 04'.
I watched from our back door as this guy was cutting down the tree. I thought it was so beautiful, him up there, like a ghost in the tree, the snow falling on him.
And right now, on this miserably hot day, it looks like a bit of paradise.

Saturday, August 7, 2010


Here it is again, Saturday Centus! Fun stories, lots of laughs and maybe a tear or two.
Join us!

 Jenny Matlock
And of course, the prompt is in blue.

Have you ever noticed the little words on the rear-view mirror on your car? The one that says...
'Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear.'?  
Trust me, it's true. Painfully so.

Fun day at the lake.
Brother sitting in the car, listening to music on the radio.
Little sister gonna sneak up and splash water on him.
Creep creep she goes, all hunched over so he won't see her.
Tummy full of tickles and silly butterflies.
There she is, right under his window...
getting all shivery, ready to spring,
and UP she pops!
Face to face with the rear view mirror.
Just before it knocks her out.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I got lost.

I've been a bit, well, 'lost', the past few days.

I sold my car. My sweet little 2003 PT Cruiser that we bought brand new. My sweet little car that, even though i've had it for 7 years, it had less than 41K miles on it.
We took GOOD care of that car. I loved that car. And, it really hurt to see it go. I didn't want to sell my car, not really, but, there comes a time when you gotta do what you gotta do.
Since i've been on 24/7 oxy, i haven't done much driving. The few times i did, i noticed that my reflexes have slowed down, and my focus isn't as sharp. I asked my doctor about it, he said that because i waited so long to start using the oxygen, especially at night, the lack of oxy to my brain has left a bit of damage.
I'm only 62.  I no longer feel good about driving. What if i caused a crash? Or hit someone crossing the street? I had to ask myself these questions, over and over. What if i forgot to look behind me and ran over a little kid as i was backing up? What if i had one of my granddaughter's in the car with me and crashed? What if..........?
Too many 'what if's' to take the chance. Just the idea of it scares me.

I learned to drive when i was 12 years old. Thats a lot of miles ago. And i love driving. I would get in the car and just drive to be driving. Not going anywhere in particular, just driving. In the years gone by, i've driven across the states a few times, gone here and there and about.  But, in the last year i don't think i've driven 50 miles total. I've driven myself to the doctor a few times, and to Goodwill a time or two, but thats it.  Most of the time the Cruiser sat in the driveway.The Old Guy would wash it for me when it started to get dusty, just in case i decided to go somewhere. One of the girls would borrow it once in a while, or the Old Guy would drive it down for an oil change every 3 months. But, mostly it just sat there.

I really really hated to let it go. It seemed like it was the last bit of 'independence' i have.  You know, having a car so you can go when ever you feel the need or desire. Not having to ask someone else to take you where you have to go.

It's done now. The car is gone. I look out my window and there is an empty driveway until the Old Guy gets home from work and his truck is there.
I hate this feeling. I hate the 'boo-hoo' stuff that comes over me when i think of being stuck here unless i ask for help.

But, life goes on.

And here comes some of it now, skipping down the street, giggling and laughing. A daughter, two granddaughters and the new grandson.

Life. Ya gotta love it.

Monday, August 2, 2010

My Son-in-law

I am linking this to Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus...
Saturday Centus

I just couldn't help myself.

The prompt is in blue again.

My Son-In-Law

I am thankful for a fine son-in-law. They live just catty-corner across the street. My daughter, her husband, and the 3 sweeties. That means alot to me.
Not only is he a good husband and father, but he is also BIG. And strong. And sweet.
He opens jars for me, and checks in whenever a strange car is in the driveway.
All i have to do is call.
But the opening of the jars, thats a biggy. Cause i get MAD and want to throw them.
That's why it means a lot to me, that they live close. 
He keeps me from breaking things.

The Gift

Come on over to Jenny Matlock's for  Saturday Centus. Amazing people visit there.

 Saturday Centus

I'm not real sure about this, but it's what came out when i put finger to keyboard.
The prompt is in blue.

The Gift

It had cost him so much.
He had given up more than anyone knew.

He gave me the most precious gift, he gave it freely and with love.
But he is gone.

It has kept me warm and eased my sorrows for a long time.
That's why it meant so much to me, and why, even though i miss
him still, it is time to pass it on, to give it away. 

Such a gift must not be hoarded, must not be kept to myself.
There is someone, somewhere in the dark who needs the light of this gift.


The Water Girl

I am linking this to these two fun places, come on over!

Mosaic Monday

Blue Monday 

Alexis is about to turn 9.
For a long time she hated water. No water gun fun, no hose fun, no kiddie pool fun. Just flicking water off of your hand at her would get her upset. We were worried she would never like water.

But then.

In the summer of 07', my Old Guy, her 'papa', went and bought a big 'on top of the ground' pool.

The summers were hot here, day after day of  90-100 degree weather. He yearned for a pool to cool off in after long days of driving rock-truck in the heat and dust.

Alexis stood by and watched the first time everyone got in the pool. We could see that she wanted to try it...she didn't want to be left out, but she just wasn't ready to take that step.

One day, when it was just her and papa, she asked him to get in with her...he took her into the water, held her up and swam her around....she smiled....she giggled..... "i'm swimming nana!"... and she was off. Within a few days she was jumping off of the little board, having fun fights with papa, splashing and laughing. He taught her how to move her arms and legs, how to float, and how to go under.

Now, she is our Water Girl. Whether sprinkler, or pool, she is in it.

These are photos of her first week of pool fun.

Friday, July 30, 2010

The Decision.

This is my first time at this be the prompt is in blue. There are ( i think i counted right)100 words. I'm pretty sure i'm right, cuz i had to delete one word.
And, hopefully, i did this according to the rules. My mind has a tendency to skip a rule or two sometimes, without letting me know until it's too late.
So, without further ado.....
i am linking this to........

Saturday Centus - Week 12

The decision was made. No turning back.
AnnieLee, sitting next to me, was rambling on about the past.
"Do you remember the promises's.....?" "Blah blah blah was all i heard. I was thinking, driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good old times.
But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as i passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles". 
After 14 years of hearing the same words, non-stop, i had come to the end of my rope. Just a few more miles and i would be rid of her. Just a bit past Medford and peace will be mine. And her's. 
It is time to set her free, this ghost of love long lost. Time to put her soul to rest.
It is time to let her go. 

Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Redheads in the Family

Linking up with Jenny Matlock for RAINBOW RED at...

I was agonizing over RED. What could i post about that was RED? It was my mother's favorite color, and she had RED everywhere in her house, and on her lips, fingernails and toenails, plus the clothes she wore. She really loved RED.
I think, if she had been just a bit braver, she would have painted the walls RED, and had RED carpet. Thankfully she didn't. Her place already had a RED glow when the sun shone through the RED curtains. I don't think i could have stood much more.
And strangely, me? Not so much. It's okay, but, not as an EVERYTHING color. 
What to post?
Then as i was commenting on someones else's RED post, saying most of the dolls i make have red hair, it hit me... well duh!
So, here they are, the RED heads of the family, a few of the dolls i have made over time.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Bags Here, Bags There, Bags Bags Everywhere.

I am linking up with Emily at chatting at the sky for.......

tuesdays unwrapped at cats

Come over, join the fun.

I like making things. I like making bags, toys, pincusions, or, sometimes i just embroider on a piece of fabric, hoping i'll find a use for it later.
I love the feel of a needle and thread in my hand. I love to use my sewing machine.
I need something to do with my hands while we watch t.v at night, so i try to always have some kind of project going that needs handsewing done on it.
I am un-wrapping a few of the bags i have made lately.

Monday, July 26, 2010

The Last Blooming of the Garlic

It's time to head on over to the Little Red House for......
Mosaic Monday

Six years ago i planted an elephant garlic clove in a tire in my backyard. It grew. And it grew.
Which surprised me to no end, i had never grown garlic before.
It got taller, and taller, until finally, it stopped growing UP and started building a flower. By then it was over seven feet tall.

I said "WOW". In fact, i said it every day.

When i thought it was time to pull it and enjoy the rewards, i cut off the stem and dug it up. It was huge. And oh so good.
I forgot about it.

Come the next spring, there it was, peeking out of the dirt, pushing it's way up. It grew. And grew.
I didn't know about the little 'bulbetts', and that it would multiply. I was amazed.
It was just as tasty as the first time. Only, this time i ate the bloom too. Oh yum.

That garlic came up every year after that. Last year, as we were moving to this house, i spotted it, little green shoot pushing it's way out of the dirt again. I couldn't just leave it there, it had become a tall tale of the family. Plus, the dang bulbs were delicious, and big enough to share with the kids.... so, we gently dug it up and replanted it in a huge pot on the deck.
It grew. And grew. For the last time.
It was beautiful and tall and strange, and oh so tasty.
As silly as it is, i missed that dang garlic coming up this year.
Thankfully, i got pictures of it's last blooming.
Here is my 'Garlic Mosaic'.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

I thought i was a poet.

Once upon a time, i thought i was a poet. A writer of magic words, i was sure wisdom flew out of the end of my pen.
But then i remembered. And wrote this.

"Do not go beyond the fence!"
What parents teach their kids. It's what they teach us in school, and it's what husband's and wives say to each other.
"Do not go beyond the fence!"
Zoo's have it on both sides.

"Do not walk on the grass!"
They plant miles and miles of beautiful, soft, green, fragrant grass and tell us to "KEEP OFF!"  Hmmmmm.

"Help keep our country clean and green."
Now this one is superior to most. There are bombs powerful enough, and men insane enough, to make hash of us all. And they tell US to keep our country clean and green.

"Day use overnight camping."
My favorite. Tell me, what is the point in using a place only in daylight? Do boogie-men and monsters come out at night?
So what. We could use a few more boogiers.
As for monsters, look around, they are everywhere and it is daylight.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

G is for.................

     Linking up to...................     Jenny Matlock

I didn't find Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday until she was on the letter W, so i only got to do W,X,Y, and Z.
Now, today is the end of Alphabe-Thursday, and we are to use any letter we want, or repost and old one.
Hmmmm.....what to do what to do.
A could be for, uh, ANSWER, but i don't have one.
How about L, for i'm LOST!

But then..... but then as i was sitting looking out the window, watching the dawn, the first beam of sun popped through the leaves of the sweet gum tree. And it shook me to my core. It looked like a jewel that had been hiding in the tree, waiting for that one certain, special beam of light to hit it. It blasted color and sparkle through the leaves.
Then it moved on and hit the little orange flowers sitting on the deck, changing them to fireworks of the morning. As it crawled along the deck it lit first one marvel, then another.
A young walnut that fell too early off the black walnut tree.
A spider web stretching from the pineapple lily to the twisty sunflower my granddaughter has been trying to grow.
A lady bug resting on a stem of my one lonely tomato plant. She awoke with sun in her eyes, and began to stir, looking for breakfast.
As the light moved around the corner, it slid into the cup of one of the calla lillies where a small green frog had taken up residence. It lit him up like a piece of fine jade.
Then it hit me. Right in the face. Ah, what a glorious morning it is.
So, how about G is for Great Good Morning!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Darlin' Daisy gets a haircut.

Linking to Chatting at the Sky for.....tuesdays unwrapped at cats

This is my fur sweetie, Daisy. She is a long-hair chihuahua, 11 years old this month. She's been with us since she fit in the palm of my hand. She weighs less than 5 lbs.
The weather has turned over hot, so it was time for her yearly haircut. It totally changes how she looks.
The first photo is before, and the next is after. Isn't she the cutest though!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Alexis's first ' real' bike.

This is linked to...........
Mosaic Monday

Granddaughter Alexis, got her first 'real' bicycle 2 years ago. She was thrilled. Her very own new bicycle. I shot these photos from our front deck as she was zooming back and forth, grinning ear to ear, hair blowing in the wind. Such joy.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Z is for ZIPPER

And once again i am linking up with

Jenny Matlock

Never, i mean never, forget your friends that you stashed away in an open zippered pocket somewhere. They get a little upset and tend to escape and get into trouble.

"  Reach! Grab my hand!"  
 "  Come on! Stretch! We've got to get out of these zippers before
she comes back!"  
"  Thats it! Just a bit further!"  
 "  Okay, i've about got'cha now...a little bit more...
... there we go. Lets get gone!"  

And that, dear friends, was the great ZIPPER escape.
Now you all know i really am nuts around the bend a bit crazy in the head.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

In the Hills of Oregon

This is my first time to link up with A Southern Daydreamer for...


My Old Guy drives a belly-dump, hauling rock for logging roads in the hills.
Every day he sees beauty. Here is some of it.

Early morning fog that hides the valley's below.
Then, as the fog lifts it all comes into view.
And, headed back down the mountain, they drive along a river and the green is amazing.