Legal Grass

can be fun!

Just go with the flow

 Smile a lot

 Jump for joy

Stay hydrated.

Eat lots of snacks.

Friday Facts, Finale, and Fruition

Andrew is camping.  Toni has returned home. The storage units are clean and clear.

The last rush to clean and clear ending up being the hottest days we have had.  I, for one, am glad this job is finished.  Or should I say this part of the job is finished.  Now to clean and tag and sell...

I shall not miss you, Unit, I knew thee well.

It stormed today.  We received enough rain for the mud to squish between my toes when I ran outside barefooted.  There is almost a wild feeling that comes with that but then y'all know I get pleasure from the strangest things.

I am grateful for my little Canon Power Shot because I could zoom 25x to get these photos at the shop.  The camera fits in my pocket and lasts through a year of adventures.  Not bad, I think, because my camera and I have many camera killing adventures.

We had removed these mud nests from the front entry to stop the birds from dive bombing our customers. They recovered, there were no eggs, and they quickly rebuilt.  They have babies now and work hard at feeding them.  I didn't have the heart to tear their nests down twice.  Next year the babes who hatched here along with their parents will return to build.

I was able to zoom but was not fast enough to catch the babies feeding.  I hope they keep the mosquitoes down and stay out of the shop. 

My sister hung a beaded curtain over the entry door to keep these beauties from flying inside.  Sometimes they still enter the back door and leave us presents.

This was the picture I wanted.  Not good enough for that.  I had to find it here.  The swallows are beautiful to watch.  I love their scissor tails and the songs they sing.  I envy their adobe skills and wish I could build such a compact home well made home.  I dislike the mites some carry and the deposits they leave.

So we enter the weekend with more work ahead...always.

May your weekend be just what you wish and may there always be birds' songs to hear.

The Crescent Motel...

America's Most Haunted Hotel has been visited by the famous Ghost Hunters of television fame Jason and Grant.

Let's say I am an open-minded skeptic.  I've mentioned past adventures in Savannah, Georgia and Fort Smith, Arkansas where I'd experienced some strange feelings connected to a few places.  Jason and Grant have turned The Crescent into a ghost hunting hot spot.

It was spring break.  It was crowded.  It was busy.  It was the 1886 Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs Arkansas.

We did a little exploring before the tour and snapped shots where we felt like it expecting nothing.  Enlarge this photo and you see a large orb sitting nicely on the white chair to the right.  There was an old wheelchair from Dr Baker's reign sitting in the far corner.  No happy feelings here.

The room where our tour began.

Notice orb lower left corner.

Our tour ladies with Zack, Andrew and Toni.

They did a brilliant job.

This was one place that I was very uncomfortable in during our free ranging tour.  I couldn't stay here long. I can't really tell why how or what I felt except I didn't like it.  As the tour came through the EFM Meter went crazy.  I won't tell you why...just in case you want to tour.  

Let's just say the guide was impressed with the places I chose and mentioned before the tour.

Toni closed the door behind all,  Looked back at the door way...go ahead...zoom in on the doorway and tell me what you see.  NO ONE WAS THERE.

Do you see the woman in the doorway?  Ghost, imagination, trick of light?  You decide.

We had two camera phones and two cameras.  Four people taking pictures.  We captured light anomalies and many orbs. Every picture was different.  What that means...who knows.  I think it means we had a good time.

SC 126 Blah, Blah, Blah...

Oh, how I wait for Ms Jenny's writing challenge each week!  Loads of fun with few rules.  You must  use the number of words assigned, including the prompt words.  You can even add your own pictures.  We can never plan ahead because the prompt is assigned on Saturday.

Join the creative fun at Saturday Centus.

She talked all the time. He wanted silence.

He had tried all the standard things to ignore her, tune her out, daydream about something else. He listened to her incessant talk, useless words she thought he wanted to hear.

Did she really think he wanted to know that the second cousin on her mother’s side had to be committed to the loony bin?

He had explained how the noises, her very words, drilled through his head but she never listened.

The first strike of the hammer slowed her words. The second made them sound like blah, blah, blah. The third finally brought silence.

The Mag 125

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton

Once again,

I am stumped

The picture's real

I'm in a slump.

Farmer John has hay

And green grass galore

We have nothing

Just dead grass and spores.

I guess I'm suffering

From hay envy now.

Can't cut, can't rake

Can't even plow.

Cattle auctions are full

Selling into the night

Trailers lined up

Far outta sight.

Trying not to fail

Survival mode in place

This county is going to...well,

Pray for rain and say Grace.

Join the fun at THE MAG.