Zander And The Stick Girl

Look what Lil gave me!

Why is she staring at me like that?

Nana, help me throw the stick!

Drop it, Cutter!

Lil finally gets her stick...

only to bring it back to Zander

for Nana to throw again.

Who would've guessed it?

Been Waspish Lately...

I don't know if its the weather or working six days a week since October, but's it's something.  I seem to have lost my sense of humor.  Now, that is scary because that is what gets me through the rough times.  Humor, sick, twisted humor is my fun.  Where has it gone?

I was reading some of my old posts and found a story of when I still had some humor left in me.  Please go here and enjoy!  Today I am low on humor.

Remnants and Beginnings

Edible soy beans

The garden is on its last legs,

and Beverly is putting in a late fall garden.

We have a few beans.

and okra is still growing.

We are blessed with peppers.

The hens are still laying

and Marcy is working the bony peaches.

Morning Sun On Horses

I love the morning light.

Why is every one lined up, you ask.

I am bringing fresh corn on the cob.

Every one rallies for a position,

ready for a treat.

Magic Man is on the bottom of the rung.

Broken Arrow ties for top.

Charme floats, depending on her mood.

The boss, Knot.

The light is perfect.

The corn is good.

Morning light makes even the backside look good.

Happy Arkansas Cows...

rest in the shade with full bellies,

stare at people with cameras,

chase little dogs,

and dine with butterflies.

What Does September Mean???

Foot ball!!!  After watching Andrew play since third grade, I am still nervous.  I can't help it.  I am afraid I may have tainted his training because I always said, be nice.  Well, this game is certainly not nice.  Manners are left at the door.  Two plays got flagged for illegal something or other and our team got extra yards. 

I still don't know much about football except when Andrew is running with the ball and doesn't go down, that is good.  When the other team has the ball and Andrew takes them down, that is good.  Although I still cringe inside about how much that could hurt!

I was very proud when Andrew told how a guy pulled him down by the face mask and called him a dirty name.  Andrew said, watch your mouth and got back in the game.

The first game was a victory...48-18.  I am glad we won but I still can't help feeling bad for the ones who did not.

Andrew...71

Andrew, 71

Zander watched his brother play.

Another game the ninth, hope it goes as well.

I'm A Little Sick Of Cows...

and fencing and hot weather and no rain and....So I am doing something different.  Gonna share some changes inside my humble abode.

My new love seat my daughter, Melissa, gave me

Alignment troubles again!!!  I do not want this centered, but the computer insists so who am I to argue?

A little peacock feather arrangement on the radio was fun to do.  The curtains are shower curtains, believe it or not!  Have you noticed lately what lovely cloth shower curtains they are making?  At a much cheaper price than regular curtains, I decided to give it a try...not bad, in my opinion.

Added a little whimsy to the feathers.

A favorite table I've had for years

Some of you may recognize this picture of George At The Gate from my wonderful friend at Chronicles of a Country Girl .  She is truly an amazing photographer and her words show as much talent as her photos.  She, her husband and their Border Collie, George, live in a wonderfully beautiful old house full of history.  I apologize for the glare on the glass but you can see this same pictue on her blog.  I have not done it justice in this shot.  It is now gracing my fireplace mantle along with my grandmother's oil lamp. 

This is my private place to sit and relax, read a book, watch some tv or just zone out after a trying day.

Done, Finished, Completed...

Ahhhh, we said. Mmmm, the cattle said, as they checked out their new addition.  It wasn't a big plate we added to the menu but it's the greenest plate we have in this valley.  Still no rain but we'll dine on green grass for a few days.  I, for one, am glad it's over, now for the other fifty acres that need fencing...

She's happier than a California cow!

The late babies line up.

Everybody tries a bite,

The Boss checks the boundaries,

and the pig out begins.

Feeding Cattle After Dark

They do run a little since you have managed to be two hours late to feed them!  It is a good thing we are in the Mule.  These spots are bugs, wonderful bugs everywhere.  It is a good idea to keep your mouth closed while driving to feed.

Confused, at first,

they find the feed.

We may have been late

but better late than never.