Eclectic

is the best word ever.  I now have a style!  I like the odd things and now instead of someone saying, "Her style is a little crazy.  Bless her heart",  I can be eclectic and all is forgiven.

Here is a barbed wire wreath with a tree knot.

A barbed wire "nest" with rusty pliers "birds"

My bone tree

with bird feeder.

Perfect for the upcoming holiday.

A experimental solution

for a trash bag in your car.

The grocery bags fit perfectly inside, 

and are fastened on each side over buttons.

The white part is elastic and the entire bag is washable.

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I will fine tune my idea with color coordination

and different shapes..

Not bad for the first prototype.

This may be adjusted for a glove box trash container.

Scary?

Happy Halloween!

Poolside

There were more guests than I anticipated. Mr Green was enjoying the outside air in the garden.

The hot tub to pool was a pleasant trip and almost a shock. I would say the pool was around seventy degrees and the hot tub was almost boiling.

Beverly peacefully moved from hot tub to pool and back and relaxed.


Toni made friends quickly and soon Andrew and another boy were wrestling and swimming with Toni.

Andrew, Toni and Hunter

Hunter and Andrew

But the splashing and dunking and throwing continued until time for the pool to close.

Breyer Horse Insanity

The story below was when I was in grade school (during the Civil War). I watched and said If I ever had a Breyer horse, I would set it on a shelf and never put it in the dirt. About twenty years ago I found my first Breyer horse at a flea market. Now at fifty-four the insanity continues. Isn't it funny how childhood events affect our whole life?

1959 IN THE DITCH written 5/25/2004

Unless actively taught a child of five has no perception of rich and poor. I now know I was "poor". I was not hungry, I was loved and I was allowed to dream.

First grade was an adventure. We were all equal. We played and we laughed and we shared. We were safe inside this ideal that we were the same.

Then the new girl came.

In a white dress with blue ribbons and blond hair, she walked into our room and nothing was ever the same.

From California to Arkansas, her origin seemed as far away as the moon. Her customs were also as foreign as the aliens we imagined in the lunar landscape.

Each noon, armed with only our imagination we gathered to play in The Ditch( it's always been there between the school and the ball field.  You could play without the teachers watching). Hide and Seek ranked high on our list of favorite games, followed by Cowboy and Indians, War and House.

When the new girl came, she brought toys. Toys like we had only dreamed. Beautiful dolls with eyes like hers and shiny Breyer Horses that deserved to be worshipped from a place of honor.

The new girl proudly added these to our play. The beautiful clean baby doll was laid in the make-shift bed of sticks and the Breyer horses were galloped through the dust.

We laughed and we played and we shared...but it was different now.

The new girl had taken our innocence...not on purpose...but her eagerness to share her possessions had forever highlighted the fact we had none and likely never could.