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Within the confines of this blog, you will find bits and pieces of the life and times of myself, my family and friend dear and near., far and wide, few and far between. You will find bits and pieces of my world, tho small to some, but huge to me. You will find everything from 'soup to nuts',; recipes, hobbies,crafts, gardenings,loves of my life, GrandLoves-a-Plenty, and even my pets... Sooo, if you can handle family life, enjoy the tour of my 'Stuffings'.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Fight's On ~ With Mosquitoes

We've been so busy  this summer.  How bout you?  
 It's hard to believe that a few weeks have already passed since our TX trip but it has.  We still hadn't fished so we took a day off from catching up with the weedy gardens and decided to ' wet a line.'  Down the steep steps to the shoreline of Crowley Dam we went, only to be terrorized by the mosquitoes~and were they ever vicious.   No one was having any luck along the dam, 

 so we moved down the river further to Mom & Dad's old fishin' hole to see if we'd have any better luck.  Well, the mosquitoes were so large, we could see the wood ticks catching rides on their backs.  Mercy, they were terrible and biting hard...the mosquitoes, that is!
 Finally, a couple lines wiggled enough to create a little excitement for the Texans.  One small catfish, one small bass, both CAR's (Catch and Release).  They let them go to grow up as big as their Grandpa's...maybe next year they will be keepers.
 The Bald Eagle across the river in the tree top kept an
' eagle eye ' on the lines as well, in hopes of an easy meal.
 The mosquitoes began to die down now that we had the long grasses trampled which stirred them up so awful when we first arrived.  The crew decided they would hold out til sunset, never another wiggle tho.
 It was still as it should be, with good conversation, good folks, relaxing and fun and jokes to pass the time on a beautiful afternoon.  What more could we ask for really,  except~
 a breath-taking sunset on the Flambeau River where we all learned to fish as kids with our folks.  Life is good~
thanks to God above.
  It's time to get back in the gardens but ~ now, about all the rain, Lord, we sure could use some warm sunshine to dry out the gardens enough to weed them.  I know You're on top of things and I thank You for all your love and patience with me.  I can always depend on Your tender love to get me through Your training program in my life while I whip around like a cane of climbing roses in the wind about to break.  As I get back on my knees to weed, I will remember how personal and humble a chore that is.  I'm reminded of how praying maintains my personal relationship with You.  ...  Amen

Sunday, June 29, 2014

1200 Miles Away From Home

For months, we've known we'd be taking one last trip to TX., only this trip would be different.  We, my husband, brother and I would be moving my youngest sister back home to WI where she's already started another adventure of her life.   
The guys took care of packing and clearing out the huge shop and storage in the garage and around the yard, filling a 16 ft. trailer and the boxes and back seats of both the pick-up trucks.   My sister and I packed boxes and totes, marking each one by room, main items, etc. preparing them for the fellas to load the 26 ft. U-Haul.  She packed her car herself with her music, guitars, banjos, a mandolin, lap harp, keyboard, and a few harmonicas.  Yes, she's very talented and loves music.   
 The guys sure packed the U-Haul tight all the way to the top 26 ft. long and 8 ft. tall, and not a thing was broken by time we unpacked in WI.
 We had plenty of laughs throughout our long 9 days of packing.  I'd asked, " Hey, guys, turn around "~~~~and so they did.
 They had to hold the last mattress in place as they pulled down the door and locked it for the long haul ahead.  There was only one thing left to do, ... pick her peaches !  We gals were about to do that when we learned the guys already had them in cool storage and on the truck.  We had to thank them.  It was in the upper 90's to 100 all week with humidity so high that we were wet t-shirts immediately when we stepped out the door of the house.  We gals were grateful to be working inside most the time., and the guys never complained once.  We all got it done and
 locked and loaded, strapped down tight, we headed on the road again.
click on this photo to see the Texas smoker that her husband built several yrs. before he entered eternity.
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 We became a 4-vehicle caravan for the next 2 days and over 
1200 miles.  We were in contact with 2-way radios for the trip...the only way to keep in touch with all drivers at once.  It worked great.  I got one cell phone call to remind me to turn on the 2-way. lol
 Finally we pulled into the driveway ' at the farm ' (Mom's) where my sister stayed a couple nights until she'd closed on her new home another 13 min. away.  That's already so much better than 2 days away.  Mom's wild roses welcomed us all.
We have traveled from WI to TX and back again
with God in the bucket seats beside us, all safe and sound.  Lil Sis has traded sweltering weather, fire ants, scorpions and black widows for our state birds, these nasty mosquitoes, long, hard winters and bitter temperatures.  Everyone says, " WHY? " when she tells them she's moved back home from the south.  Her answer is always the same, " To be with my family. "  
We are so glad to have her home again.
Until next time....

Thursday, June 12, 2014


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 The deck finally has colors other than snow white!
I love my copper kettle full of red, white and blue.

 Million Bells have become one of my favorite annuals.  They come in a ray of colors but for me, all are great.  The brewery box on the corner is full of orange, white and reds that need no tending other than a drink of water.
Deep purple, more red and bright yellow are on the picnic table with a home for chickadees....or maybe a tree frog will make this his humble abode. 
 The faded child's trike is parked in the succulent garden
with chives and a Wren-sized nesting box.  For all I know, there could be tiny imaginary beings with magic powers dancing within.
Most recently our resident doe and one of her fawns were playing chase at the edge of the field until ' little one ' wore out and just wanted to rest a bit before carrying on. 
 That very afternoon Ms. Turkey strutted through the yard, in a hurry to get from one edge of the lawn to another.  We never did see any of her chicks as yet.  I wondered if it was the turkeys or the deer that were knocking the cherub and the birdbath over each night.  Lo and behold....it was....
 not the deer or the turkeys but it was this little rascal, 
Ms. Raccoon.   No wonder the birdseed would disappear and the water would be gone or tipped out of the bird's
bath and drinking water.  She sure is cute but such a rascal!
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Totally unrelated to any of the animals or flowers in this segment, but worth mentioning, is this bag of change.
Do you keep your change in jars, etc?  How much do you think that bag of money weighs and what is the total amount weighing-in?

With that weighing on your mind, I wanted to let you know that I will be taking a road trip for a while and departing from blogging during that time.  I think I have just enough to get me to my destination and maybe back home again.  When I return, I will share some of my activities and sites.  Until then, 
have a most wonderful time smelling the roses and playing~
I'm going to.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Making Fun

The Grandloves are out of school and the summer fun has begun !
 Time for barrel rolling, faster and faster...
 Playing ball with your best friend~
 collecting butterflies, grasshoppers and fireflies~
but please don't do it, don't eat the bugs!
 Look, it's a kid looking back at me...
 Ready or not, here I come...
 Maybe you should dip him in chocolate first...
what a crazy kid !
 No grandlove leaves until they've had their
turn on the tire swing...Higher~~~
 Laughing and splashing fun,
Can't get enough !
 The canoe transportation works...
Let's go fishing !
Most of these photos were from previous years of summer fun but when I saw them again, I was quickly reminded of some of the lazy summer days spent right here.  We are proud of the way our Grandloves spend more time outside than inside, making their very own fun, just like we did when we were kids.  

We never had a pool, but we did have waterholes and picnics at the lake and running in the rain.  We chased butterflies and fireflies and looked up the names of every bug.  And as a kid, my 8 siblings and I did our chores first and then rode horses all day and ran through the woods making rooms out of the fallen leaves.  We tied limbs together with twine and made our corrals for our horses while we ate our apple and then shared the core with our 'ride' back to the barn.  Life was sweet and always another adventure.

  We played all day out of sight of our parents, muddy feet from crossing the creek, or hay in our hair from playing with the kittens in the hay mow in the barn.  We always had at least one dog that ran along with us while we biked up and down the driveway.  Mom and Dad never worried about us getting into trouble or loosing our way on the property.  We knew our boundary...just so long as we were inside and washed up in time for supper.
Life was good as a country kid.  For that, I still remain grateful.

I find it ironic that my Grandloves would someday be playing the same ' made-up ' fun and games as I did as a kid.  It makes me proud.  We must have done something right raising our own.

God sure knows what's best !
Have an incredible time this weekend.
Remember a few of your ' days-gone-by ' and~
Thanks for stopping !

Monday, June 2, 2014

Go Ink~

It has been raining, I've seen all Bill's westerns at least twice, so 
 since the pen and paper were right there, why not try a little sketching.  I flipped through a few garden magazines and 
gave it the ol' college try.
 Pretty sloppy, and I kept falling asleep so there are 
many errors in ink, lines where they do not belong.
 I was going to highlight in colored pencil,
but I rather like these ' black and whites.'
 I'm hoping I can still do this after my nerves get
released of their pinches.  I do love to sketch.
It seems I always want more...
like being able to do this from memory rather
than looking at a flower or a picture of one.
Maybe if I get to heaven, it will come to fruition.
By then there will be no need to satisfy personal wishes.

Have a wonderful week.
Get out and don't forget to smell the roses~
and the lilacs.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

I've Been Waiting For This

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I've been waiting to see this.  I noticed an anxious doe prancing the edge of the field from the neighbor's mailbox to just beyond my mailbox, about 50 yards or so.  She was so nervous and then I saw why.  Her little fawn was following her and she was looking for a place to safely cross the highway onto our side of the road.
 She pranced back and forth, looking, always looking behind, then ahead, tail high, waiting for the perfect chance.  By time I grabbed the camera, I thought she'd be gone, but no, she was still searching.  What I had not noticed because of the trees, but what she could plainly see, was a car to her east and a truck pulling a boat to her west, parked on the highway, giving her clear passage.  Finally she crossed with her fawn fast behind her.
 This morning I saw her in the far side of the corral grazing.
 She was keeping a close eye on Bill as he pounded the pea fence posts in the garden, but kept an even closer eye on her fawn who was lying next to a fallen tree.  I'd seen her on and off all morning.
 Later, on my way down the driveway to get my mail, I saw her hunched over in the field across the road, most likely nursing.  Again, I turned back to the house to grab the camera, hoping to get another picture of her fawn.
She immediately did the distraction thing, walking slowly away and hoping to divert my attention from her fawn. 
 I stood next to a tree,  and she finally turned and came back for her baby, fully aware of me.
 She watched the traffic and me the entire time she let her fawn nurse in the center of the neighbor's field.

 OK, time to go, little one.
 After nudging her fawn and chasing mosquitoes, 
 they finally had enough of my curiosity, and began to slowly walk toward the woods for some peace.  Can you see the fawn's head?  He's the little brown spot behind his mom.
 The doe stopped one more time, looked back at me as if to say, 
"Did you get enough pictures of my baby yet?"
Can you see where her fawn found safety?  He's between her hind legs, all safe from the nosy lady with the camera.
That's what I was waiting to see.  Every spring a doe has her fawns, sometimes two, at the edge of our corral, right where she and her mom and grandma were born.  We've been here 34 yrs. and every spring we watch and wait to see the first bouncing fawns.  We've learned by watching them, that if the doe has twins, she will lie her fawns down in different places, never together.  It heightens the possibility of at least one survivor to carry on the family gene pool.  Once they get a bit bigger and faster, then finally, we will see the twins frolic in the fields...together.  Now to survive the wolves and the bears.  Even the babes of the woods have much to learn from their mom.
And that's the way it is today.

One more note.  I planted my radishes and onions the 25th and today, the 29th, they are up!  Super day as I finished planting each row of our garden.  Now to decorate the deck with pots of flowers.
Have a great weekend!  Start early!