Friday, August 11, 2006
To be content with little is hard, to be content with much is impossible
Ain't God good?
Shalom y'all
Ain't God good?
Shalom y'all
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do. Anonymous
Ain't God good?
Poppy
Ain't God good?
Poppy
Monday, August 07, 2006
"The man who gives in when he is wrong is wise.
The man who gives in when he is right is.................married.
Shalom Y'all
Charlie
The man who gives in when he is right is.................married.
Shalom Y'all
Charlie
A REELY GOOD DAY
Saturday morning favorite youngest came down the hill from her new house and we opened the pen and released the guinea fowl Memaw had bought for her.
It had been determined they are old enough to face the world and begin to function in their intended purpose, which is to help control the quantity of ticks and bugs that invade the yard.
We fed them grain, talked to them and watched as they began to explore.
Soon they had ventured into the forest and we lost sight of them.
The rest of the day and night they did not return and we feared they had all become predator food.
This morning I woke early, walked up the hill, turned on the water, walked down the hill, watered the corn and squash garden, walked back up the hill, turned off the water, walked back down the hill and woke Memaw.
All this before seven o’clock!
Favorite youngest daughter came down shortly thereafter and a search for the missing guineas began. She searched and called for them from the edge of the forest.
No guineas.
Later, before we left for church, I looked again and there they were!
Well, three of the five were.
I scattered food for them but they weren’t interested. They had discovered a pile of deceased Japanese beetles Memaw had deposited when she emptied a trap.
I walked into the forest in a vain search for the other two and we went to church.
After church we rode to Mansfield and went to the festival at Baker Creek seed Company.
By the time we returned home it was late afternoon. God had sent down eight tenths of an inch of rain and the hot, sweltering day had cooled a bit.
The three “amigos” reappeared, scoured the yard, ate seeds I threw to them and later disappeared again.
Memaw and I went up the hill to Becky and Vernon’s where the four of us canned eleven pints of peppers.
While that was happening Becky looked out the window to the West, past the big oak tree to near the power lines and there was Turkzilla!
Turkzilla is a big wild tom turkey, so called because it is estimated that he weighs at least thirty pounds. He stayed there for a while and finally moved back into the forest.
Later I ventured down the hill to where he had been to see if I could discover what had attracted him to that place. About half way down I was entertained by what for all appearances was a dancing humming bird. He went up and down and side to side like a ballet dancer. I was really amazing.
The “amigos” again visited and left, then returned and are now roosting in the walnut tree which shades the movable pen that had been their home.
Ain’t God good?
Shalom for now
Saturday morning favorite youngest came down the hill from her new house and we opened the pen and released the guinea fowl Memaw had bought for her.
It had been determined they are old enough to face the world and begin to function in their intended purpose, which is to help control the quantity of ticks and bugs that invade the yard.
We fed them grain, talked to them and watched as they began to explore.
Soon they had ventured into the forest and we lost sight of them.
The rest of the day and night they did not return and we feared they had all become predator food.
This morning I woke early, walked up the hill, turned on the water, walked down the hill, watered the corn and squash garden, walked back up the hill, turned off the water, walked back down the hill and woke Memaw.
All this before seven o’clock!
Favorite youngest daughter came down shortly thereafter and a search for the missing guineas began. She searched and called for them from the edge of the forest.
No guineas.
Later, before we left for church, I looked again and there they were!
Well, three of the five were.
I scattered food for them but they weren’t interested. They had discovered a pile of deceased Japanese beetles Memaw had deposited when she emptied a trap.
I walked into the forest in a vain search for the other two and we went to church.
After church we rode to Mansfield and went to the festival at Baker Creek seed Company.
By the time we returned home it was late afternoon. God had sent down eight tenths of an inch of rain and the hot, sweltering day had cooled a bit.
The three “amigos” reappeared, scoured the yard, ate seeds I threw to them and later disappeared again.
Memaw and I went up the hill to Becky and Vernon’s where the four of us canned eleven pints of peppers.
While that was happening Becky looked out the window to the West, past the big oak tree to near the power lines and there was Turkzilla!
Turkzilla is a big wild tom turkey, so called because it is estimated that he weighs at least thirty pounds. He stayed there for a while and finally moved back into the forest.
Later I ventured down the hill to where he had been to see if I could discover what had attracted him to that place. About half way down I was entertained by what for all appearances was a dancing humming bird. He went up and down and side to side like a ballet dancer. I was really amazing.
The “amigos” again visited and left, then returned and are now roosting in the walnut tree which shades the movable pen that had been their home.
Ain’t God good?
Shalom for now
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Momma Duck
I remember watching a mother duck settle down on her nest. It was years ago in a campground and she had the run of the place.
She examined her nest as she approached. Satisfied all was well she did an about face, put herself in reverse and poised her posterior over the nest. As she did this she was constantly waggling her tail from side to side. For several minutes, (or so it seemed,) she repeated the process. Poise over, wiggle, begin to settle, rise up, poise over………….
Finally she settled her body completely onto the nest but she wasn’t finished. She wiggled front to rear and side to side until she got it just right.
Memaw and I have been married forty four years. When we made the commitment it was for better or worse.
It has been a fascinating journey.
Pain, suffering, happiness, boredom and everything in between. God has helped us through it all and now retired from full time jobs and being close to each other a lot presents a different range of experiences.
This morning Memaw reminded me of the momma duck.
I woke her at seven so she could go for a ride on her bicycle before the heat of the day.
A few minutes later favorite daughter and her husband came walking down the hill to free the guinea fowl, now hopefully mature enough to survive on their own and engage in the pursuit of diminishing the population of ticks, grasshoppers, etc in the area.
First it was share some coffee time, then release the guineas, photograph guineas, watch the guineas,………….
I was to prepare some tomatoes for canning while she went on her ride.
She began to sweep. She draped dog bedding on the clothes line to be aired out. She was down in the basement, she was sup again.
I went to the garden since it was obvious she was going to “wiggle and waggle” for a while.
When I re entered the house and headed for the kitchen sink there she was. (I had already prepared breakfast and washed the dishes to help facilitate her preparation.)
Now it is nine thirty and finally she is loading her bike for a twenty minute journey to the trail she has decided to ride today.
Memaw and momma duck have a lot in common.
Ain’t God good?
Shalom Y'all
I remember watching a mother duck settle down on her nest. It was years ago in a campground and she had the run of the place.
She examined her nest as she approached. Satisfied all was well she did an about face, put herself in reverse and poised her posterior over the nest. As she did this she was constantly waggling her tail from side to side. For several minutes, (or so it seemed,) she repeated the process. Poise over, wiggle, begin to settle, rise up, poise over………….
Finally she settled her body completely onto the nest but she wasn’t finished. She wiggled front to rear and side to side until she got it just right.
Memaw and I have been married forty four years. When we made the commitment it was for better or worse.
It has been a fascinating journey.
Pain, suffering, happiness, boredom and everything in between. God has helped us through it all and now retired from full time jobs and being close to each other a lot presents a different range of experiences.
This morning Memaw reminded me of the momma duck.
I woke her at seven so she could go for a ride on her bicycle before the heat of the day.
A few minutes later favorite daughter and her husband came walking down the hill to free the guinea fowl, now hopefully mature enough to survive on their own and engage in the pursuit of diminishing the population of ticks, grasshoppers, etc in the area.
First it was share some coffee time, then release the guineas, photograph guineas, watch the guineas,………….
I was to prepare some tomatoes for canning while she went on her ride.
She began to sweep. She draped dog bedding on the clothes line to be aired out. She was down in the basement, she was sup again.
I went to the garden since it was obvious she was going to “wiggle and waggle” for a while.
When I re entered the house and headed for the kitchen sink there she was. (I had already prepared breakfast and washed the dishes to help facilitate her preparation.)
Now it is nine thirty and finally she is loading her bike for a twenty minute journey to the trail she has decided to ride today.
Memaw and momma duck have a lot in common.
Ain’t God good?
Shalom Y'all
