My Monday Walk...

Had to have one, I was in dire need of a  farm walk.  I am mourning the loss of my fridge by my own hands and am not happy with an ice chest.  After a rain, yes, I said RAIN, I decided to walk as soon as I came home today.  Donned some farm clothes and my rubber boots, camera in pocket.

The sky over the farm after the rain

We found wild flowers

and rocks, where I fell.

Nothing broken but had to sit a while.

I said, ooooh, owww, but no bad words.

Coming back up, I slipped.

My forearm and knee got the brunt of it.

Small price to pay to walk in such beauty.

I found a treasure

and Lil found a stick.

Just to let you know how much I was enjoying the cool air and the beauty around me, zoom in to the bottom of this small water fall and see what nestled there for me...a water moccasin.  I was close.  I walked past and looked back and saw it.  Did I remember the camera?  No!!!  I sicced the dogs and Lil grabbed it out, got one good shake in and Squiggie took it from her and shook it in half.   Good dogs!!!!  That's their job.

I decided it was time to end my walk and head back to the safety of home.  Solid floors here and no snakes!

Meet Jake's Johnny...

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.  I did but gonna have to do some research to know how old Johnny is.  He can chew and he's not lame so those are two good points.  Johnny is a boy, one descended, one not.  He seems very gentle and very willing to be loved on.

Little Grandma Anna and Big Nana with Johnny, Jake is the photographer and the horse was given to him.  This time last year, Johnny was a rack of bones.  He's in better shape this summer and since no one would buy him, the neighbor gave him to Jake.

 No flip flops today, I wore boots and did a little test run.  Johnny leads...

 sorta!  Johnny will not lift his feet but after a couple of rounds he would stop and back up so maybe, sometime there was some training.  He got a tad excited when I wanted him to turn but yielded nicely when I insisted.  It didn't hurt that Grandma Anna had given me apple slices.

Johnny's markings are beautiful.

He shows roan.  Any one have any suggestions of what kind he is?  I'm thinking Quarter Horse but not sure.  After sweating in the sun and playing with Johnny, we retreated to Anna's cool kitchen and had a  wonderful visit.  I needed that! 

Thanks, Anna.



OMG, I Missed A Post!!!

How many times has that happened???  Once..yesterday!  I'm not sure what hit me, maybe just a patch of laziness but I slept a lot,  hurt a lot and...disgusting...pooped a lot. Maybe that refrigerator coolant I breathed was poison, after all.  DON'T STOP READING, IT GETS BETTER, I PROMISE!  I left the house one time to buy groceries.  Hubby and Grandson helped haul them in and I put them away.  That was my entire day's accomplishments...that, and a tv overload of American Pickers as I lazed on the couch.

I missed Andrew's encore performance at the Music of the Mountains theatre.  Apparently, I missed a lot but Andrew was not upset at all.  He jammed with the Melodie Clemmons band before the performance.  A group of cheer leaders became his groupies and he was as happy as a pig in a mud hole.

Shown here is a page from Avenues, A Magazine of the Ozarks, about Andrew's first performance.  And I quote, "Andrew Williams, the 14-year-old blues guitarist who won Melbourne's Student Talent contest, played a couple of blazing numbers.  It was his first time to ever play with a band, but he came through like an experienced pro."  First time, he played AC/DC and a blues number.  Second, he played one of his own songs and, of course, AC/DC.

Since this performance, he has played a birthday party as a gift, won the Izard County Fair Talent Show in his division, has been invited to play at a local customer appreciation day, and to compete in a Hardy, Arkansas Talent contest...when he's not playing football and going to school.

My middle grand son, Jake, has been gifted a horse he has named Johnny.  I have promised to come see Johnny and so I shall today.  I am sure I will have many pictures to share after that visit!

I am thinking, what have I missed telling?  The ice maker's still working, to hubby's and to all our delight.  We are uptown now...no more dumping ice trays.  No more trying to find out who did not fill them!  I may be loosing my mind because many things happen around here that no one lays claim to doing.  I guess, I must be doing it in my sleep...right!

We got some glorious rain last night.  As the thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed, I realized why every bone in my body was aching...I can tell the weather now, and for that I am grateful.  Might as well be, not a whole lot I can do to change it.

It has been a joy catching up on all my comments.  Thank you and remember if you would like to converse, leave your email, I can not reply to No Reply Comment Blogger...and I do like to reply!  Have a wonderful Sunday.

I Really Messed Up...

and I think it was a lesson for me...so the story begins.  Hubby finally hooked up my ice maker on my new fridge, we'll not mention how long that took.  We just had the old farm house fridge and no ice maker had ever been plumbed. 

I must mention, Hubby is about as good with a plumber's wrench as he is with a saw.  For those of you who do not know him, that's not very good.

He wanted to surprise me!  He plumbed it and for a half day waited for the water to fill...the ice-maker was turned off.  After he discovered that, he kept looking in the freezer for it to work.  He could not wait, after I was home thirty minutes, he told me, I have a surprise.  I said, ohhhhhhhh...thinking many things because this man of mine can still surprise me.  He is grinning and says, I hooked up the ice maker but it's not working. 

I go to proudly look at the empty ice maker and brag on him.  I casually ask if the water is working.  He goes into a frenzy, pulls the fridge out, checks the water line, unhooks, and drains it into a bucket.  After he puts every thing back together, I notice lots of frosty ice packs and tiny icicles hanging form the shelves...condensation does freeze.  I find the BOOK and read, ice maker will not fill until ice maker reaches 15 degrees.  How can it reach fifteen degrees when the freezer is open and someone is watching it??

He rants some, I rant back, I tell him he is a pure joy, and he says I am, too.  We head different directions.  After he goes to sleep and stays out of the freezer, the ice maker begins to work and has been working ever since.

My pay back for being mouthy met me at work.  We had a power outage two days ago. A truck hung on some power lines and broke a pole on the highway.  My little fridge at work has a tiny freezer which I never bother to defrost because I just use the bottom.  Well, no power plus hot building equals big mess!!  The ice refroze into a solid chunk of ice about four inches thick. The bulging little freezer door did not allow the door to close properly so between my real work and customers, I dragged the fridge outside to thaw in the hot sun.

Thank God and the appliance king for frost free refrigerators...I got a chisel and a hammer and proceeded to help the ice leave my freezer.  I guess, you can just about guess where my stupidity is going to lead me.

I knew the ice was not gonna melt before time to go home.  So I chiseled and whacked and was going pretty good. WHOOOSSSH!  Did you know in those teeny tiny freezers, there are raised ridges that contain coolant lines???  I know...now!

I tried to tape the hole...no duct tape.  I got the ice removed with no further damage to the appliance.  My arm is bleeding but the fridge received no more injuries.  While I am doing this, I am also making change, sweating like a horse, selling the product I am there to sell, answering the phone, doing business,  all with a smile.

I finally drag my ice-free, damaged ice box in thirty minutes before quitting time, plug it in (I have taped my hole) and it goes SPPPPPPEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!   Then I think, is this poison?  Is it flammable?  I am a idiot...all kinds of things going through my head.  Unplug and close up, only choice I had.

Moral of this story, the reason for pay back from the old "what goes around, comes around" theme, is don't make fun of hubby's mistakes or you will make one even worse. One that makes you look totally stupid. 

As I drink my warm drinks next week and eat crackers and peanut butter, I  will remember this lesson!

Friday's Fabulous Fungi

All through Marcy's eyes and camera lens.