Some days it is really worth it to get soaking wet by the morning dew. I went out with my JRT Morris for a bit this morning into the timber. Something about the morning light really makes my day.
I ran into these pretties unexpectedly. With the cattle gone from the woodland now for a year I am finding surprising wildflowers at each hike I take.
I look forward to each new day and what it is going to bring. This morning though, I woke up as grumpy as all get out. I guess it is from a week of all of the farm chores resting on my shoulders.
I am so tired of being 'wonderwoman'...always cheerful at work, always cheerful at home. My fibromyalgia is making my fingers feel like damned stubs, my body says..enough! I have a birthday staring me in the face, and new grey hairs and wrinkles where I didn't have them before.
I wonder if I am allowed to have a grumpy day or not. I think I'd rather spend today holed up in the backwoods, not being polite to the public at work, and being nice at home.
Kinda feel like the troll under the bridge...don't walk over me!
I can't help but look at this and feel warm inside. My husband is so at peace with his grandchild, it seems the ghosts of Vietnam don't haunt him when he is with her. With her he has the patience of a saint.
Grandpas and Grandbabies, they just go hand in hand.
Those eyes say Hello World, Look Out Here I Come!
My grandaughter is a wonder at 18months old. I am enchanted by her curiosity just as I was with my own children. I must say that I am jealous of her other grandma who gets to watch her 5 days a week.
Yep it would be quite a task, but I think I would love it very much.
I just can't get enought of those eyes!
Look up, look at the stars. Breath deep the clear night air, the cool crisp spring air. Breath it in gulps and stand silent in the deep woods listening to the night music. The owls hoot loudly, the coyotes yip their defiance of humans, a night bird sings…
These are some of the very reasons I find each day worth living to its fullest. Sometimes I think I live in an enchanted forest.
As I walk through the green lush woodland, I expect to see Robin Hood and his men pop out of the brush any momment.
Red sky at dawn,
Sailers be warned.
Red sky at night,
Sailers delight.
Grandma used to teach me signs of weather in the sky. She could tell the weather better than the forecaster could.
If there is enough blue sky to make a Dutchman's breeches, it will clear.
So I always wondered, just how big was a Dutchman?
If the clouds look like horse tails,
Ran in 24 hrs.
If the maples and poplar leaves turn their backs to the wind,
head for shelter.
Grandma was almost always right. I should have listened better as a child.
I like being an individual and not marching to the beat of someone else's drum.
My Mothers Day was pretty uneventful, spent mostly working at MIL's house, listening to my know-it-all SIL. My free time was spent climbing trees and taking pictures. I taught my Jack Russell Terrier to climb up with me.
When my SIL heard I'd been climbing trees she told me to act my age. I laughed...and what age is that?
The eyes have it. I love these eyes. They have peace and serenity in them.
I hiked without my cameras yesterday. Shouldn't do that. There was a bald eagle that soared over us, so effortless and so majestic. We see baldies over by the river often, but rarely inland here.
We listened to Orioles sing, a wren scold, and watched in utter amazement at an old oak tree that was splitting at the top. The woods were quiet except for the birds...this tree popped and crackled, slowly losing its top.
Hubby and I just stood and watched for a long time.
Nature, get out in it!
It is May 4th and it was 19° this morning. The water in the watering tank was hard on top! I grabbed my camera and my Jack Russell and off we gallavanted through the neighbors woods just after sunrise. The frost on the grass, leaves, and everywhere was so pretty.
This is our third day of a 'killing' frost which might have a real impact on some of our local apple orchards.
