Fog. We've been having lots of foggy mornings. Very pretty stuff.
Lydia, watching a deer.
"What?"
Here's Polly, now a year old. Her white eye circles are starting to darken. She's just as sweet as ever.
Morning sun through the Virginia creeper leaves.
Lots of eggs lately.
Here's why. We keep finding hidden nests.
Major sneaks onto Younger Daughter's bed.
A quail keeping sentinel on a fencepost. I had to zoom in to maximum and do some color enhancement in order to see him.
I went for a walk last week and took photos along the way. Here are rosehips against a backdrop of pines.
We don't have spectacular fall colors because most of our trees are coniferous. Still, a lot of the underbrush changes color, which makes for a pretty, if subtle, tableau.
I passed by the slash pile from which we cut some firewood last year. Someone -- at last -- had set it on fire to burn it off. It's necessary to burn slash piles (once the weather permits, of course) to keep disease and pests from spreading.
However -- foolishly -- whoever set the slash pile on fire wasn't monitoring it. At the time I took these photos, the fire was only burning what it should be burning. (Believe me, I checked.) However a couple hours later, Don drove by and noticed a nearby tree had caught fire. We had to call the sheriff, who notified the landowner, who came and monitored the fire.
Back out of the woods and onto the prairie.
Our herd from a distance.
An early shaft of sun lights up an otherwise cloudy morning.
Full moon setting just before dawn.
Sunshine through the egg basket.
Our farm from a distance.
In town, I noticed this old building and thought it was pretty.
A deer at dawn.
A band of early morning mist highlights the neighbor's horses.
a random comment for a random post :) It's making the facebook rounds and I thought you might appreciate it
ReplyDeleteThe other day someone at a store in our town read that a meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining town and asked a rhetorical question, " Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter what the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in my mom's garden and flower beds and cockle-burrs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family and friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the lawn, repair the clothesline or chop some firewood and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
These drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I say, do or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin and if today's children had this kind of drug problem America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
credit given to a 'concerned citizen'.
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ReplyDeleteI wish I had views like yours down here in Orlando. Peeking thru the blinds I see 2 hookers, a drug deal goin' down and what may or may not be a dead body out behind the whiskey store. Be glad your cows are cute, down here they wear spandex...
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Thanks! I really needed that get-a-way just by looking at all your photos. But what made me burst out laughing was the comment by Michael Dean Miller from Orlando! I just can't see your pretty cows in spandex!
ReplyDeleteI once had a hen that would climb into the barn loft to lay her eggs. Still don't know how she did it.
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