I never imagined in my whole life what fun it would be to be a Grandma. I remember my own mother being very angry with me when I informed her that she would be a granny before she was 50.
I have 3 grandchildren now. Ariel is actually my stepdaughter's child, as is Dennis. But these are the two that I see often and play with.
Grandma's can be way cool, or duds. I choose to be way cool. Hunting rocks, digging in dirt, riding mules, making forts, and playing cowboys and indians...yeah
I didn't grow up and now I can be a kid all over again.
My youngest son has a daughter and my oldest son has promised to 'start' work on the baby project with his wife....teehee!
I can't wait!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Cutting back on animals
Oh I don't thing my husband is too fond of reducing our herd. He has as much said so, but now is in a huge 'yank' to get it done all at once. I know deep in my heart that once we have less animals and more time for each other and the things we want to do, he may just see some happiness out of it.
Today I stood out in the wicked cold and took photos of one of our donkeys who I really don't think he should sell in a hurry. She has some breeding in her that makes her worth quite a bit.
Mostly worked around the inside of the house today, put away all the Christmas stuff. Yeah, I know it is late, but it was too painful to do it last month.
The shoulder twist is next Friday. So I am gearing up to rehab and looking forward to it.
Today I stood out in the wicked cold and took photos of one of our donkeys who I really don't think he should sell in a hurry. She has some breeding in her that makes her worth quite a bit.
Mostly worked around the inside of the house today, put away all the Christmas stuff. Yeah, I know it is late, but it was too painful to do it last month.
The shoulder twist is next Friday. So I am gearing up to rehab and looking forward to it.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Early Arrival
Dennis Richard couldn't wait to get out into the world and see what life was all about.
Born 10 weeks early he protested in the ambulance with loud cries. Maybe he thought better of it?
For the next few weeks his home will be in an isolette in the NICU. His doctors are amazed, he needs no help in breathing, he is hungry, he is active and he is strong.
He is Dennis! He is the apple of my husband's eye--oh of course of his mommy and daddy's eyes too...
oh and everyone who meets with him.
Born 10 weeks early he protested in the ambulance with loud cries. Maybe he thought better of it?
For the next few weeks his home will be in an isolette in the NICU. His doctors are amazed, he needs no help in breathing, he is hungry, he is active and he is strong.
He is Dennis! He is the apple of my husband's eye--oh of course of his mommy and daddy's eyes too...
oh and everyone who meets with him.
Monday, February 20, 2006
The nature of Nature
With a windchill of -20, I wrapped myself up and put my digital camera in a plastic bag...my old standby the manual pentax hung from my shoulder.
Faithful Morris, ever ready for an adventure literally bounced into the frigid air trying in his funny male way to mark every stick and twig sticking up out of the snow.
I'm sure that because he was along that the deer I was tracking had moved along. I wasn't looking for wildlife, I moved deep into the valley and listened to the wind howl across the tops of the trees.
Yet in the valley is was quiet enough to listen to chickadees and a bluejay. I came across the bones of a buck covered partially by snow, his one broken antler sticking up with his rib cage.
Nature was recycling itself.
I walked along the creek and slowly made it back home taking more time with my manual camera than my digital.
When I came in the door, hubby immediately came downstairs. He said he'd sat and worried about me out in the cold weather...worried that I may have fallen and hurt myself.
I chuckled as I put the cameras down, unloaded my pistol, and undressed.
'I left tracks, you would have found me. Or perhaps next time come with me.'
I need to explore and wander, it is in my nature, just as nature takes care of its own.
Faithful Morris, ever ready for an adventure literally bounced into the frigid air trying in his funny male way to mark every stick and twig sticking up out of the snow.
I'm sure that because he was along that the deer I was tracking had moved along. I wasn't looking for wildlife, I moved deep into the valley and listened to the wind howl across the tops of the trees.
Yet in the valley is was quiet enough to listen to chickadees and a bluejay. I came across the bones of a buck covered partially by snow, his one broken antler sticking up with his rib cage.
Nature was recycling itself.
I walked along the creek and slowly made it back home taking more time with my manual camera than my digital.
When I came in the door, hubby immediately came downstairs. He said he'd sat and worried about me out in the cold weather...worried that I may have fallen and hurt myself.
I chuckled as I put the cameras down, unloaded my pistol, and undressed.
'I left tracks, you would have found me. Or perhaps next time come with me.'
I need to explore and wander, it is in my nature, just as nature takes care of its own.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Broken down
I photoed this shed last March. Three days later is was burned down and buried. I sort of miss it because it was always so enticing and interesting.
I suppose the farmer needed the field space as it wasn't useful any more.
I hope to get out and get some photos today. Snow shoes and manual camera...it is going to be chilly but above zero for the first time in a few days.
I suppose the farmer needed the field space as it wasn't useful any more.
I hope to get out and get some photos today. Snow shoes and manual camera...it is going to be chilly but above zero for the first time in a few days.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
She's gone, forever
I can't believe she is gone now. I had no warning. She was so much a part of me as most of my animals are. We'll never pick berries again, nor will she entertain me in the moon light as she pounced catlike on field mice when she was supposed to be hunting racoon.
I hope you find your freedom now Queen, running without a care, hunting the field mice without mercy.
But I really do miss you.
I hope you find your freedom now Queen, running without a care, hunting the field mice without mercy.
But I really do miss you.
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