Ice sickles.
Buster's found a new perch in the library. He can not only see out of the window from there but it's right over the heating vent.
One of Miss Carol's eggs. One is all you need. That is my medium-sized skillet.
Mr. Moon in his natural habitat. The indoor one, anyway.
A picture which belonged to my grandfather. I have no idea how old it is. It is painted on silk. I love it.
The peep.
The rooster.
The reason to get up on Saturday morning. Well, reasons. Garrison and coffee.
Nandina Domestica. Winter color.
Sukie on the nest.
Betty on the ground. She how she is healing? Her head feathers are coming in nicely.
Riches. Straw for the chickens and then mulch for the garden. Prefertilized.
The wisteria rests.
The little man's walker waits along with his toys.
An American Farce?Oh. I hope not. Besides, I'm only fifty-five.
I love your posts and hope you have a wonderful day.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this, great peeks, great slices of life. Perfect. Dolly looks so cozy and so does Mr Moon. I LOVE Buster on the coffee table amid the ornate frames. YOu are so obviously an animal lover. So funny. I was just seeing if I had any chicken stamps and found a deer stamp too, for Mr Moon. I love that old painting. Thanks for the close ups. I will forever spell ice sickles like that now and think of you.
ReplyDeleteI'm going for a walk in the sun and melting snow.
Then I will empty hay out of my own car.
Happy Saturday dear friend.
Thanks for the blog hug. It helped.
i think that garrison keeler sucks and if npr went off the air i wouldn't be sad. i'm just sayin.
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Geeze, daddy b- you sure do know how to be honest. Hehe, and that's why we love you, among many reasons.
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures today. Also, I love how Papa is holding the remote in one hand and his mouse in the other. That's my daddy!
Elizabeth- It's a bit of a struggle today. But I'm trying. Thank-you. You help.
ReplyDeleteBethany- I just play an animal lover in blogland. If it was just me, I'd have one big fat cat and that's it. These animals have come to me for no apparent reason. Okay. I love the chickens. I do love my chickens. And I guess the dogs are all right but they rule my world and I hate that and Ms. Fleur is right, I should train them. But I'm too damn lazy.
I should go for a walk, too. But maybe I'll just go work in the yard.
Daddy B- OH! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! It's okay if you hate Garrison. And Bruce. And my plates. I know you love me and that's all that matters. I miss you! How's Waylon? I love your guts!
HoneyLuna- Yep. That is your daddy. No doubt about it. No matter what you dreamed. Tee-hee.
What lovely and contented pictures; a good day.
ReplyDeleteWhy does Daddy B hate your plates? Is it because they are not segmented? I love the pics today and i just want to point out to readers that the thing next to the rooster in the silk painting is NOT a log, it is a chicken. I think I was 24 when I figured that out. Whoa. It blew my mind.
ReplyDeleteI really do love your posts with photos and stuff. Nice post!
ReplyDeleteKori- Pictures can be deceiving, you know. I'm actually having a sort of tough day but am trying to remind myself of what all I have to be so grateful for.
ReplyDeleteMay- He probably does hate my plates because they aren't segmented but he SAID he hated them because of the colors and the design. Basically- everything about them. Except what was on them to eat. He seemed to like that. As I recall, it was a quiche. Real men do it, you know.
Rebecca- Thank-you!
I love everything and all things about you. I am having a bit of a day too. Our DSL is having the vapors so I cannot go around the way I like to. I am writing a comment and zap! off goes "cons-cast" may they rot in ether hell for their in our face "we don't care you pay our bills and we only exist because of our customers, so there" attitude.
ReplyDeleteTook a photo of the only orchid in bloom today for Danielle. He gave us an award and I feel such a fraud taking it. I always feel that way, that is why I never post them on the blog. I should be giving awards to those who come and read, "for reals". If this gets to you tell May that I try to answer her three times and zap! so I will after this, try again. That I love her Mama as one of my own and that the apple never falls too far from the tree, except in your case.
Your are a brand new apple tree and your apples show that. Love to all from here.
May: me, too, re: log/chicken!
ReplyDeleteCan you put a sticker w/ my name on it on the back of the rooster picture?
ReplyDeleteI'm claiming it now for when you pass on to the big hen house in the sky.
Allegra- Weird day for us all. I think we should just go to sleep and see what tomorrow is like. I sent May that comment in an e-mail. And me? With that award? I just snagged it and posted it. I can't even begin to choose six bloggers to pass it on to. Cannot do it.
ReplyDeleteDTG- Really?
Angie- You'll have to arm-wrestle one of the kids for it. But work it out with them. I'll be dead and won't care a bit who gets it. I'm glad you like it.
Angie, I'm sure you are very nice, but there are four kids in this family already who have to decide where that picture goes next, and that's probably enough.
ReplyDeleteOur big fat cat sleeps on the dryer when it's running and stays nice and toasty warm and his big fat gut hangs over the edge.
ReplyDeleteI love that little peep.
ReplyDeleteDTG- Ooooh....
ReplyDeleteYou da man! Love you, sweetie.
Michelle- All my dogs have figured out at least one vent to sleep over. It's like they've staked their claims over the various vents. Cracks me up.
Nancy C- Isn't she darling?
Chickens! I love chickens!
ReplyDeleteI love the pictures of your space, your life.
ReplyDeletethe rooster.
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simply caught my heart at first sight.
was it my southern roots stirring via a grit eating daddy? or simply the intensity of your love looking back at me when i was looking so perfectly present at them?
no matter...
somehow i am craving a hot bowl of grits...with a spattering of roasted green chillies and melting orange cheese.
and a fresh chicken egg as big as sunrise, of course.
you are the morning stop of a truckers dreams, spicy, sultry, slightly sarcastic and oh so full of southern comfort.
Pretty Things- Well, we got plenty of chickens here.
ReplyDeleteLora- I'm glad.
Rebecca- Dang. You have me blushing. Thank-you! And that breakfast sounds really, really good. And warm.