Photo courtesy of Wendy Irizarry
At first glance I thought this snake was so cute until I realized what his business in the birdhouse was.
The birdhouse itself has a story. It was given to my husband many years ago by a coworker who knew we loved to garden. Seems the birdhouse was built and painted by a little boy named Charlie. Charlie had Autism. And cancer. Building the birdhouse was a tremendous feat for Charlie, and I can imagine how proud he was of it. Sadly Charlie lost his battle with cancer, and the birdhouse sat in the closet until it came to us. We chose not to paint it, or alter it in any way, and hung Charlie’s masterpiece in a prominent place in our garden. A tribute to a little boy, and a reminder to us that life is precious.
What a great, but horrifying picture. Thanks, Wendy.
We just got back from camping on the Gulf Coast. We had fun and I learned a couple of things. First of all, if you think you might fall and bust your fanny, carry your extra glasses. I was standing behind the trailer trying to wave Bud in as he backed the trailer up and Buzzy wrapped me in his leash, plopping me flat on my keester. I fell flat, banging right on my glasses. I hadn’t gotten in Bud’s line of vision yet, so he thought I’d wandered off, as I am prone to do. He continued backing up, but fortunately I was able to get out of the way before he flattened me.
Although the fall did kill my glasses, I escaped. I was worried whether I would have a black eye, but luckily I didn’t. If I had, I would have to have blacked both Bud’s eyes or I would have been ashamed to be seen when we met friends later. I was able to get the frames replaced, using the same lenses. What a relief. I had dreaded trying to get by with just reading glasses till I could get new ones made. I will never go off without a spare again.
Buzzy had a fine time camping as always. We patrolled the camp several times a day. He got to meet new dogs, see an alligator, smell the Gulf, roll in some different flavors of mud, walk on the beach, and sleep in the camper. His favorite part of camping is sitting on the bench seat between us at meals. He doesn’t get a place at the table at home.
I got this shot of Palmetto and Mistletoe competing for a prime growing site in Ocean Springs, Mississippi. How’s that for a foothold? In a tree about thirty feet over, there was a spider web about six feet by six feet stretching between the gaps in the branches of a huge oak about twenty-five feet off the ground. It appeared to be well-used since it had multiple mends. I would have loved to have gotten a picture.
I was happy to find a nice, healthy looking caterpiller gobbling this yarrow in the gardening center today, I picked it up for my butterfly garden along with a few other plants. The young lady in check out must have been brand new. She picked up my yarrow bumping the caterpiller to the counter. Before I could stop her, she brushed into her little trash can. Continue reading
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Posting this response to A Momma’s View Challenge “Nature Chills”
My whole life, I have hungered for the outdoors. It has always calmed and fulfilled me. My earliest memories were of Mother telling me I couldn’t go out till the dew dried. Many, many times, she caught me outdoors barefoot with a muddy-tailed nightgown before breakfast. Inclement weather was no impediment. We simply played in the barn, slipping out the instant the downpour was over. More likely than not, we’d end up wet anyway then stay out till our clothes dried enough it wasn’t immediately obvious. So much of the time I worked as a nurse, I’d go to work before daylight and come home long after dark, working on a windowless unit that shut out all hope of a glimmer of sunshine. One of life’s greatest blessings is that after retirement, I am free again. My husband and I camp a great deal, seeing a lot of the beach and the mountains. While he fly fishes, I spend my time walking with Buzzy, dabbling in the water, or just being. I can’t claim to be a fly fisher person, but I never met a fly fisherman I didn’t like. I usually cook outdoors in my Dutch Ovens over an open fire. My posts have come to you from the hills and riversides of Arkansas, Texas, Oklahoma and from the beaches along the Gulf of Mexico. Next summer we plan to spend time with friends in Canada and the Northwest. I am grateful to be “Chilling” at this time in my life.
This picture was from one of life’s finest moments. Someone called to see if I could come in and work a shift for them a few days after I retired. Sent the picture with the explanation, “Sorry. I’m busy!”