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Change
Seasons change. One moment we are hanging out in a season enjoying the elements and dynamics, and then quickly we are in the next. We have no control over the changing of the seasons, they come whether we are ready for them or not. Seasons usually go by the calendar, we can expect the change. … Continue reading
Hey, I Can Do This, Not a Problem
Well, it is five weeks and five days ’til Dirt loses his Anna and she becomes another man’s girl. So if I seem a wee bit more sporadic than usual or I start babbling endlessly and you’ve gotta slap me, you’ll know I haven’t gone whack-a-do, just, uh.. okay, whack-a-do. The dresses are all secured and … Continue reading
Arbor Day Party
Hey, as I stated in an earlier post, uh I think the last one actually, I’ve decided on not opening on April twenty-second or any time real soon, ’cause after all like Connie said, I’s the boss. Instead of an opening day with tea and cookies on that-day-I-don’t-care-for-because-of-it’s-knuckle-head-association, I suggested we still have a party … Continue reading
Well There You Have It
I was debating as to what to write about today, as usual my mind is full and in a million different directions. I had pasted a bit of my favorite song of the season, Advent, along with a few passages from Psalms, a little something Jesus said to the Pharisees and I was thinking that … Continue reading
A Flag On the Ceiling and a Promise Kept
I made a promise a moment ago to a new friend, A_Joyful_Chaos, (a blog well worth the read for sure) that I would attend to an award she bestowed upon me over a week ago. And even though the pumpkin patch is growing hotter by the moment I am going to take care of this … Continue reading
Just Thinking Through The Eye of a Mutt
I was raised Catholic but from my mother’s side, German, French and Danish in ethnicity. My father claimed primarily Scotch-Irish decent and, until his third child was born, was Presbyterian in faith. But not unlike the the first Scotch-Irish that came to North America in the seventeen hundreds, my father felt strongly for the oppressed … Continue reading
Not many pictures of today.Yet, this one picture speaks for all our hearts this Christmas Day.There was a twinkle in every eye and a squishy squeeze coming from every heart.The grand boys loved their trucks, Kai’s a remote controlled dump truck, and Aksel with his trio of road equipment. Kai took over the controls and … Continue reading
Western Day
I’ve told you before that my father looked like John Wayne, talked like John Wayne, walked like John Wayne and cuffed his jeans like John Wayne (he wasn’t obsessed with the actor and in fact enjoyed and admired many other actors and famous people, he sang like Bing Crosby). Sitting here watching the Rifleman with … Continue reading
Tag? I’m It? Family Secrets? Not No More!
Kathy tagged me and I believe that I am to tell five things you do not know about me. Which could be very different from telling five things you might not know which then could be an extremely short list – five things to be exact. But I am going with the first interpretation only … Continue reading
That’s My Girl
After I got home from our horseback riding (see Oh Mercy) I went back out to the clearing to pick some wild black berries, the indigenous kind. Amber, my new Rat Terrier pup, and I had a great training walk. We saw Phil, who was out back cutting next winter’s warmth, ate some berries, then … Continue reading
