The Mag 135

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali is our artistic prompt from Tess Kincaid this week.  A delightful exercise and definitely a challenge.

I chose few words and an even smaller portion of the picture.

I am always amazed at the multitude of wonderful creations that are born from the same visual prompt.

Thanks, Tess!

 Life kicks out

Crying out to be lived

There are no sounds

The Sands silence them.

Happy Birthday, Andrew!

 

It's been a heck of a year and it's only gonna get better.

Happy Birthday from all those who love you

At The Farm!

Thursday's Things In A Row...

Stone County and Izard County

With White River in between

I sat on Stone County Side

Just enjoying the scene.

 

Across the bridge is the town of Guion

Whose business is sand mines

Here is where my life began

With my darling Tractor Man.

No bridge then only a ferry

Drive your car on and motor across

If the water was too high or too low

Turn around and find another way to go.

 

This week you have to find my rows

Kinda like hide-n-seek

Go visit Pat

and take a peek. 



Lizzy And Loads of News...

My tooth broke but Hubby's retirement has been approved.  I just shot soda pop out my nose but the laundry is almost done.  The yearling ticks are out but we got rain!

You who know me knew I could not resist saving another life to enrich mine.  Meet Lizzy or as she was sadly labeled, Number eighteen.

Her first view of cattle

Lizzy's face wet with dew

Playing with her hedgehog

which she loves until it squeaks.

I love dogs and animals in general.  I am not a dog hoarder.  We have seven total dogs now...and I agree, that is a lot.  That is divided between two households and all of them do earn their keep. They also are not all house dogs!  Lizzy a Cairn mix will be my snuggle buddy and Maggie by royalty order are the only two inside.  Andrew sneaks another in now and then but what can I say, dogs and boys go together.

Before I make this too long and drawn out...I HAVE 400 FOLLOWERS!!!!!  Never thought it!

Marcy continues to recover and Hubby is holding his own.  Through all the rough times, I thank you for your prayers and thoughts.  Never could have made it without them...or you.



Labeled Number Eighteen...

 and they called her Lizzy.

We stopped by White River on the way home.



Vaccinated, spayed, wormed, declared healthy.

Too leggy for a Cairn but has the heart of one.

Please welcome Lizzy to the farm team,

right now she's cuddling on my lap.

Boy, am I a softy!