Is There A Nut Doctor In The House?

Here I go again! Why in the world, when there is a little hole in my being, do I want to fill it with puppies???

I woke with unremembered dreams and think, okay, that is better than yesterday when I did remember them. I love the quietness of the morning before anyone is awake. I love the absence of electronic sounds. I listen to the birds, the roosters, the goat...and wish the goat and roosters had slept late with the others.

My sister, Bev, is organizing my house and my life. It is wonderful. I have a place for sewing, for painting, for paper work, for blogging, for reading and for tv watching. Places just for me...not large places but my places.

Then that monster rears his ugly head and says why do you need these places??? You can't paint, you no longer sew, you do not take time to read...

That little spot of ugly empty creeps in and I do not know what I want to be when I grow up.

...that is when I want to fill it with a puppy!

Today's choice is the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. The perfect lap quilt. The idea Companion dog. The long haired low maintenance, cute as a bug dog.

So I spend my morning searching on the world wide web for a Cavalier close to me. Looking at photos and saying, ahhh, ooohh, how adorable. Plotting and planning how I can bring a seventh dog onto this farm of dogs.

I think I need serious therapy!

Beauty In Destruction

In and out, that has been my day. Three huge piles in the pastures of downed limbs were burned by hubby and Andrew. One small pile burned in the yard while cleaning house, doing laundry, cooking lunch and dinner.

These beautiful peacock colors appeared in a half burned stick.

Even the fire was beautiful.

My Horses

Mark Twain: I can always tell which is the front end of a horse, but beyond that, my art is not above the ordinary.

Winston Churchill: No hour in life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.

Gail: My horses may not be perfect but they fill my heart with joy and give me wings!

Sky Watch With Darkness

A lake lay before me

The land touched the sky

I thought of darkness

I wanted to cry

Why does the gloom

Wrap itself as if to stay

Just often enough

to keep completeness away

I Have Been Threatened!

Two funny stories about hubby in one day! He said you better not put those on line. I said world wide web, my darlin', you better not! Well, here they are...


This is an old pond that was called the hog pond and now the frog pond. My Dad had hogs here years ago. Den decided he would drain it, clear it out and repair it.

Kubotas do not walk on mud, they slide. The Kubota King is trying to decide how this tree got between his front and back wheels.

A man with a solution! I like that.