Skies and Roses

on a November day.

June Third Forty-Four Years Ago

I began a roller coaster ride and it's been going ever since.  

Amazing that anyone could put up with me that long!

It hasn't always been roses.

Hubby will agree.

There have been a few bugs

but it's been a helluva ride!

Happy Anniversary, dear hubby.  

You are my life.

After The Rain

the flowers smiled.

I Think...

All heroes don't wear capes.

Everyone can get along.

Tears are as real as

raindrops.

Mark Harmon is not the only guy

who can rock this haircut.

Funny faces are fun.

Fires can be like revenge

especially with thorny plants.

A Look At What's Growing

Multiflora Rose

which Dad called Florabunda Roses, because of it's prolific blooms. This was one of the ideas of the forties ranking right up there with Kudzu. Dad said they were recommended for fencing.  Little did the people know what a hassle they would become.

We cut all we can find although the birds do eat the hips. You can make tea from them and they are rich in vitamin C.  If you have ever walked into a Multiflora Rose you will respect it, avoid it, chop it, and destroy it if you can...or I do.

They are beautiful from a distance but touted to be the a living livestock fence I certainly can understand how it would keep me out or in.  COVERED with prickly thorns, thick growing limbs...a lovely plant.

We are blessed with them here.

See the tiny devil thorns?

Looks just like a rose

but grows far better than any rose I know.

Most of ours are bush hogged but much must be removed by hand along the springs and creeks.  Marcy bought me some rose gloves just for that.  Leather in the palms and the gloves reach almost to my shoulder and I still can't seem to avoid being torn by these beautiful plants.

Gotta love em.  I don't think they will be gone in my lifetime but I can keep trying.

Roses and Chain Saws...

Roses and skull

Trim and recharge with caffeine 

Another way to trim limbs you can't reach.

We cut and piled trees and branches until there was not a dry rag on us which did not take long in this weather.  Five useless trees too close to the house and miscellaneous limbs have joined a growing pile.

As TM rested I did some more digging, testing and digging and had a dry (wet) run before I put things in place permanently.

 I did a water test 

as the dogs played.

Poetry Jam...Throw-A-Way Dogs and Roses

Connecting to Poetry Jam this week.  I was nine hours late last week but wrote a poem anyway.  I do not claim to be a poet but hey, gotta give it a try.  For those who know me, I didn't murder anyone this week.

Love is the subject.  What is our passion is the question.  The answer is competely up to us.

I LOVE

Throw-away-dogs

Drinking from my water garden

At daybreak

Their eyes showing

With uncertainy

 Removed and forgotten

 They are finally home.

Pink roses

In the dark

 Holding fragrant memories

That tickle your nose

And take you back

To Grandma.

What's Blooming?

Glade Moss

Day lilies

Spiderwort

a rose

and a pair.

Rows

Rows for Pat

Thursday's Things In A Row

My rows for Pat

to share with you.

Check out her place

There's more to view.

Where I've Been...

Catching ants

enjoying hugs

lounging

enjoying the bond between a boy and his horse

watching things grow

and viewing the sunrise.

The work will wait.