R & R

 I've been enjoying the intensity of the colors around me, 

lately, my Daffodils and the grasses, even the stones have 

been shining through with each touch of dew and rain.

 The sunsets are gorgeous, seeming more vivid than ever~

 turning brighter, more sharply edged,

 as it sets, Until~WOW!  What a Gift!

Rise early to see the Sun Rise, 

wait late, to see it Set quickly, before your eyes.

It's time I take a bloggers break.

I will be  bird-watching, sky-gazing

and day-dreaming for a while.

Have a bright summer.

from

my heart to yours.

God Bless

In 2013 We Took A Little Trip

In 2013, We Took A Little Trip

Past the Dutchman's Breeches 

 and the Whitetail's famous Flip

 The Yellow-Winged Blackbird's singing

on the wire up above~~~

 and the White Crowned Sparrow chirping

his melodic song of love~~~and,

 far in the field, a Sandhill struts his stuff,

as we swing the gate open, 

 open wide, to get by, 

 to check on the growth of the slow growing

winter rye.

Past the log barn and ol' yellow truck 

 back home to our waiting field

to plant pumpkins,  and with luck~~~

 a piece of Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

after the work is done.  

Not two pieces, dear, for you, only one.

Ok, that was corny, don't blame ya if you're laughin,'

but the pie was good.

BlessYa

' OutStanding'

We have been Very patient waiting for our weather to warm, and the snow to ' just stop, already,' but it has not stopped Bill from gettin' er' done!  He was in the storage shed working on the lawn mower when intermittent snow showers fell this weekend.  I could barely see 3 of the grandboys helping out.

The weather has also NOT stopped my guy from working outside.  He is 

'outstanding' in his field, with a rake and a shovel, removing potato-size rocks.  So far he has hauled away 3 dump trailer loads...big trailer loads.

It gives him something to do, I suppose, while waiting for the ground to finally warm enough for planting.  This year, in our little 1/2 acre that's plowed along the edge of the field, we will be planting Pumpkins, Decorative Gourds, Indian Corn, Squash and Potatoes.  Let's hope for a great growing season...because we are beginning to run out of growing days in our Zone 3 gardens.  With luck and a radio, maybe the deer that are munching away behind the tractor, will leave the garden alone.

I think we will have to spray the edge with blood meal.  So far, that trick has kept the deer from eating my Hostas and Lilies for the past 2 yrs.  so it sure should work around the gardens.  Time will tell.

I'd like to wish each of you gardeners a productive growing season with just the right amount of warm rain and plenty of sunshine.  And, also for you, no deer, bunnies or mice eating your labor intensive produce.  Definitely, NO late or early killing frosts!

Have a wonderful week filled with dirt under your nails and on your knees, sweat on your brow and a handy drink of water.

Awwww, Life Is Good

Thanks God

Blessings One and All

when they say~~~~

Mother's Day Flowers,

 a chocolate treat and comfort for the bath,

brings happiness and smiles,

but,

most precious of all is when 

they say,

"I love you, Mom."

Happy Mother's Day to All Moms of your Hearts.

Have a wonderful weekend adding memories.

and

BlessYou

Spring~On the Rise

Though the Sunrise was so nice to imagine as 'warm' ~

 as it quickly rose above the tree line,

 filling the sky with hues of golds and yellows,

 it didn't take long before it shone so brightly rounding the bend,

 that the sunglasses and visors were a necessity.

 The ice is still on our waters up north in WI., 

and deep in our woodlands, but ~

 it has not deterred the birds from 

'twitterpating'

 as the trees begin to force their buds,

 and the Bears find their way out of hibernation 

in search of food for their cubs.  

Funny thing about this picture,  I actually did NOT see the bear

until I loaded it to my pc.  On close examination, YES, it is a bear 

and he was busy ripping apart a birch log in search of breakfast.

This photo was taken at 6 in the morning on our way to a distant 

appointment.   What a catch.  

(Remember to click any photo for closer enjoyment.)

BlessYourHeart

Fresh Baked

There is something wonderful about fresh baked bread.

It may be that yeasty smell permeating throughout the entire house, and even outside.  It may bring back a memory of when your mother or grandmother baked just because they knew you were coming home from school in a few minutes.  Mom baked 10 loaves of bread every other day when I was a kid.  No kidding!~afterall, she had lunchboxes to fill for 7 of the 9 of us at the time, plus Dad's pail for work.   

I remember running to the door once  that scent reached my nose. 

I also remember my little sister sitting on the floor eating the center out of an entire loaf with a very satisfied look on her 3 yr. old face.  Yes, Mom's bread was that good!!!

Something triggers a very deep desire to have a slice right out of the oven, steaming hot, melting real butter drips through it.

Though my loaves and the buns are uneven, have no uniformity about them, it just does not seem to matter.

Fresh Baked Bread is Still Fresh Baked Bread.

All the miscalculations of size and shape

Does Not affect the taste one single bit~

My man and son are testament to that, for it did not take them long to find a knife and the butter!

Pure satisfaction was dripping down their chins...

and mine.

YaUntSum?

BlessYa

Look Who's Come To Dinner ~

 Look who's come to dinner!

I never like to see them so close to the highway,

but they even seem to have adapted to that, as

they guide their youngsters to learn how to

watch for traffic.  

 We've had SO much snow this spring, but

the deer have managed to find patches of green

with just as quick a thaw.

 This mom and yearling look quite good considering

the length of winter here, the depth of snow in the woods

and the lack of browse available because of it.

 Mama deer will soon chase this year old into

teenage stage, since she looks pregnant.  Once she

settles in to give birth and until her newborns are 

chasing and playing in the field, the Mama will

keep the yearling/teens, away from her young.

No matter how sweetly those eyes look at you,

her first priority once her fawns drop, will be to

take sole care of them.   The yearlings/teens, 

will be totally on their own.  It's called 

' the nature of things.'  

It's all good.

Awwww, spring!   The time of fawns,

bunnies and cubs in our country.

So, who's come to dinner in your yard?

BlessYa

Plows & Shovels, Oh My

Yes, you are seeing correctly.  That IS a plow and he IS plowing and salting the roads, and that IS heavy, fresh snow on the trees, and, yes, it WAS in the 80's just a couple days ago, and YES, we are a bit annoyed at the raw sense of humor blowing in our faces.

 Bill is SUPPOSED to be plowing the fields, 

 and NOT

 plowing the driveways AGAIN!  

It's MAY, don't cha know!

 Even the GEESE have turned and are heading

south AGAIN!

 This just isn't funny anymore...

ANY  Volunteers?????

This shovel no longer fits my hands.

We're waiting AGAIN!

Waiting for the GREEN of SPRING.

It's under that blanket somewhere...

~~~~~~~

BlessYouAll