Boredom

always has surprised me.  Why would anyone on God's green earth ever be bored?!  I know I'm blessed with a beautiful spot here but even in a padded room I like to think I'd entertain myself by discovering the thread count on the walls.

Once I made the mistake of telling my mother I was bored...a newly heard word.  I was quickly trained never to say that again.  I believe I emptied the entire bedroom, cleaned it from top to bottom and then was sent to the barn to clean the chicken house and the milking stall.  Through the course of the day I was asked if I was bored.  I learned to appreciate where ever I was and learned how to entertain myself with no complaints.

I understand all are not as fortunate

but unless we've lost all our senses

there's no excuse for boredom.

We must learn to "bloom where we are planted"

and maybe take a little time to soak up the sun's love.

Natives and Mother Nature

Arkansas wild flower

Fire Pink, Scarlet Catchfly - Silene virginica

but I could be wrong...I'm a little Nuts.

The Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly (tell me if I'm wrong) is already worn out.  The spots are faded, almost invisible.   These butterflies are much smaller this year.  Scary!  

A bumble bee gathers pollen.

With a shortage of pollinators this year.

we must trust Mother Nature has it all under control.

Not much...

to crow about.

I did discover why my rocks keep moving.

This is the favorite canine hang out.

Thought I had a leak but this is the favorite watering hole now.

We have been blessed with rain

and missed storms.

Random Thoughts

I totally dislike the Geico commercial with Old McDonald!  The logical way for Old McDonald to spell cow would be E-I-E-I-O not  c-o-w-e-i-e-i-o.  Remember the line "..and on that farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O"
 Spelling Bee may have a cute "Dagnabbit" in it but it doesn't make me happy.  Maybe the Spock in me coming out.

We go soon to have Andrew's broken foot checked.  Hopefully he will be running and dancing soon.

We had ice in the water buckets Wednesday morning so fall is leaving us (unintended pun).

The flowers linger.

 The moon still rises

At The Farm.

Marcy's Shooting...

pictures again

walking

and gathering the remains of the garden.

 

Thank you for all your cards and prayers.

Marcy is on the road to recovery.

Purely For Your Viewing Pleasure...

The Garden Continues...

to pass inspection.

Marcy's Flower And This N That

I believe this one deserves a ribbon!

The alignment kings are out to get me!

I give up, you shall have to read it like poetry.

Cattle to the sale barn today,

a few got away.

Next trip, they will go.

If the fences were set up properly,

this would not happen.

Hubby said, well, your dad had a loading chute...

No kidding, why, I wonder, did he have one!

I am wearing down.

It has been one year since I have had a Saturday off.

I've had a week or two off, here and there,

but its not the same, without Saturdays.

Monday is a holiday for us

so I'll feel like I have a weekend.

I'm a little disappointed in myself.

I seem to accomplish little these days.

Laundry, dishes, maybe...

Work and back,

sleep and work,

work again.

No one nearby is buying walnuts this year

so we have tons of black walnuts on the ground

and no market.

The double bad of this is,

we have to pick them up anyway,

just to keep us from falling down.

Ever try to walk on walnuts?

The wonderful news is

I have just reached 200 followers!!!

Thanks to each and every one.

Wait, wait...

I have more good news.

I am being stalked!

This kind of stalking is a good thing.

The Redhead Riter has a feature

called "Saturday Stalker".

Each week she "stalks" a blog,

highlights a few posts,

and points everyone that direction.

This is gonna be fun!!!

Loving This Flower...

and celebrating my second year blogaversary.

Both are sweet!

Summer Skies and Fading Flowers

Summer skies with no promise of rain

I fear the bugs are winning.

The flowers are trying

even with the heat,

and the onslaught of bugs,

there is still beauty to be found.

Sunday At The Farm

The highest point on the farm holds a beauty for me that I see no where else.  Today the skies showed blue with a dressing of gray but the rain did not come.  We surveyed the hay which cannot be cut because the equipment has died, thus is the life of a farmer.  We shall fence it and let the cattle enjoy it while the winter pasture grows.

There is beauty everywhere if you take the time to look.  Queen Anne's Lace is lovely in bloom but a pest when seeding.

This tiny wild flower has stickers along its stems.

The stocked ponds feed us.

Maria and Luke came to catch their supper.

Tonight they are having fresh Bass and Crappie.

Lil enjoys the outing

with her ever present stick.

The youngest grandson got his first barefoot mud sample.

Can you guess who caused this?

Then we went to the creek and washed our feet.

Today was a good day At The Farm.

I'll Not Tell...

What happened on Mother's Day.

I will say it rained today.

I will say I am still sick.

I will tell I am tired,

but I'll not tell....

until I get the pictures.

What Is It?

A frog and a flower
A large garden spider

figs

dried cattails

Marcy's arrowhead she found in the garden

Whacky Wednesday

No Princess in not dead! She just looks that way...she is napping. I guess you can tell by her belly, she eats well. Yes, well...she eats everything. She eats dog food, cat food, chicken food, cattle food, and everything that does not move out of her way. I even caught her in my arrow head chip bowl eating flint chips!

See how well the cats blend into the surroundings...if my husband had not seen that picture, he would have never know. Good news for each of you who have read my cat story! You each have been awarded a cat. I just need your mailing address.

The next giveaway I have is roosters...pick a color. My sister allows her extra roosters to run loose (cats do not bother them, in fact they eat together). Marcy lets her hens set when they will and they are as fertile as the cats!

One lonely violet hiding from all the flower eating critters.