You Know The Road Is Gone

when the water carries

the colors of the clay

It travels quickly by the garden spring

without leaving color in the spring water

Amazing how the out flowing water of the spring

prevents the muddy water from entering.

The line of muddy versus clear in very obvious where the creeks meet.

Ah, the power of water and the beauty of it amazes me.

Thirteen for Poets United...

Thirteen days of rain in a row

Thirteen inches all told

Water had no place to go

Thirteen billion raindrops fell

While we watched

Creeks and ditches swelled

The old wives' tale use to be

Rain on the first...Rain fifteen

Didn't make it to fifteen

Our rain stopped on thirteen

With such abundance

The plant life grew

Not offended by the occurrence

For Poets United

Rubber Bootin'

Working at the shop Friday morning I left early.  Shame on me.  The storms came later.  We were safe once again.  Batesville had a tornado about thirty miles from our house.  Thursday horrible winds and storms hit Arkansas and we lost two people.  We personally were lucky.  We have a few limbs down and a creek flood but nothing we couldn't deal with like we always do.

One advantage of living at the end of a dead end road in the middle of nowhere is I CAN wear my night gown while I search for treasures during a storm.  The rocks don't care how I dress.

Bonnie and I are battling over where the water lilies should be planted.  She keeps removing my pots and moving them around the yard.   They don't grow very well in the yard.  Now if I could train her to pull weeds it would be perfect.

It is fun to get muddy.  Holding some muddy chips of chert and flint, the by product of flint napping to make arrow heads for their weapons.  I found two or three hands full of flakes and chips.

This is the damaged arrow head I found today.  This style will spin through the air as it heads to the target.
One of the many treasures nestled in this valley of springs.

The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed.  I love the intensity of the storm while knowing I was okay.  I tried to edit a movie so you could witness the fun and listen to my Southern twang.  My edit failed. You will just have to take my word for it that the walk was exhilarating.

Playing With New Potatoes...

A customer brought me new potatoes today.  He said the rain had exposed his potatoes and they had to be picked.  I gladly took some off his hands.

I sliced them thin with skins on.  Browned and cooked them in a little olive oil and chives, adding Cavendar's seasoning, I cooked them tender then cooked them fast to brown and dashed some soy sauce on them.

The new way was a success with the men, hubby and Andrew.  They wanted more!

Hubby begins to fix a new batch and asked how I made them, I told him, well actually I seasoned them and let him pretend to cook them.  Andrew came through, hubby grabbed the spatcula, sprinkled some soy sauce and pretended he had done it all.

THEN, he put Andrew on the spot by asking, whose potatoes were better, mine or Nana's.  Andrew chose Papa's, you know the men have to stick together.  Hubby confessed.  Andrew was surprised and a little embarrassed that he had chosen Papa's.

It is amazing how much fun a few potatoes can be!

...and we wait for more storms,

full of new potatoes,

and full of hope the storms are gentle.

Lappy Appy, TummyTuck, More Flash Floods...

Surgery day was a beautiful sunshiny day.  The drive, long but beautiful.  This is Norfork Dam, yes, I do drive and snap pictures out my dirty window...watch for a Maroon PT Cruiser and get way over!

I arrived at the parts removal shop and could not find hubby.  All that remained in his room were sweat pants and his cell phone...they took him away early!!  I tracked him down in pre-surgery and they let me sit with  him til cutting time. 

Hubby was aggravated because they took his underwear.   He was drugged, I was nervous so the sick jokes flew through out the room.  He was complaining about how much they shaved...he wondered if they are working here, why did they shave way down there.  The RN said, when it starts itching, don't blame him, Blame the doctor!

The surgery began.  The desk told me, my friend had come to sit with me but I was not there...and I'm thinking, who knows what is going on, I have told no one.  Well, the postmaster who I had awakened at five am to find replacement help for me was checking in...Thanks, Diana.

It was done the simple way, with tiny slits...letting the tiny surgeons down on a rope to remove the offending organ.  Then they used the tiny fire hoses to flush the space.

He also had a hernia repaired while he was under the knife.  Hubby has never had an innie navel and asked Doc to make him one, so he complied...I guess, you can say, he had a tummy tuck.  Hubby has never experienced the joy of hidden ticks or belly button lint so I guess that was kinda his dream...now he has an innie!

I think I am "punch drunk"...when you get so tired nothing comes out right and every thing seems funny.  Hope this makes sense and no one is gagging from the wonderful picture I have painted.

Hubby sent me home since I had not slept for, I forgot how long.  Came home to my children, their family and my sister cleaning my house...I may schedule more surgery for hubby if my house gets cleaned!!

We had two more storms come through, so two more flash floods in the valley...but we are very fortunate, many people in many places have not been so lucky.(Warning:  many pictures to show!)

Hubby had called earlier and told me to rest but I need to hit the road.  Thanks for all your healing thoughts and prayers.  I hope every one is staying safe from the storms that seem to be hitting many states...and as I type the clouds darken!

Dark Clouds Are Gone

The SUPER CELL threatened many states this weekend.  We were blessed more than others.  Hubby, as emergency manager had to help lead all humans at the rodeo to shelter, the animals were on their own.

Beautiful skies returned yesterday.

...and if you close your eyes part way, this could be a tree, with some imagination applied.  They are still traversing the farm with big equipment and a parade of vehicles.  All I can say is, they better do what they promised when this is finished.

This flower had many people puzzled.

Now it is completely open, It is easy to identify.

There have also been a few questions about how many horses I have.  First, I thought I would count the most important first....my grandsons.  This is Andrew and Jake.

This is Zander.

I have three grandsons.

Stay tuned for a horse count

and a tall tale of our hard-working weekend.

Hope

is what this sky says to me.

I have been talking to my computer for days if you are wondering why I haven't been by to visit.  It decided to go loopy on me.  It decided to freeze,  would not move no matter what I promised.  I would ask it to do one small task and then would lay down in the floor, hoping that it would complete that task when I was not looking.

Three evenings I have laid in this floor, trying to convince my computer to cooperate.  I guess I finally  stroked enough keys to make it happy.  My desktop is active, my picture is back, my email is working, and I can post without waiting for hours.  If my answers to mail seem clipped, they were.  I would type one  l-e-t-t-e- r at a time as I waited for the words to appear.   It was very difficult to not rip this thing out by all its cords and jump up and down on it repeatedly.

I have discovered I have more patience than I realized.  Thank God for that, I really could not afford another computer.

Now the storms are moving in and I shall unplug to avoid the lightening strikes and pray you are all safe tonight.