My dear niece, Emily lost a beloved friend in a tragic accident recently. This is her beautiful tribute.
We are all so sorry for her loss and heartache.
We love you Em~
Aunt
This Pretty Place
On my way to class and I’m simply overwhelmed at the beautiful world I am blessed to live in.
Sometimes it takes my breath away.
The Origin of Instant
My mom had this little comic pinned to the kitchen bulletin board for most of my life. I think she used it to defend her love for that “new” product… Hamburger Helper.
I swear, we didn’t know it was a nuclear toxin.
It was just, you know, faster.
Yikes.
Strolling~
I took a little stroll around the back yard today. Soooo many pretty things to see…
all of which, I didn’t plant. They were here when we bought the house.
Looks as though someone put a lot of love and care into each and every plant.
I suspect, most of them have been here for a very long time.
A few of the bushes desperately need a good pruning…
while others can just go ahead and grow to the moon and back–they are just that pretty.
Trouble is–with the exception of the Hens & Chicks– I don’t know what any of them are, what they need, or how and when to prune them. I would be happy to look it up, but without knowing what they are called, I’m at a bit of a standstill.
If any of you know what plants I’m dealing with, would you let me know in the comments below?
That way, I can do some research and take care of them properly–you know, leave them alone or cut them back.
In the meantime…
The girls are very willing to help.
HAAA!
The New Digs
We’ve attached the smaller of the two coops that we have to the opening of the big pen. This way the girlies can have shelter at night or when it rains–which it’s been doing a lot lately.
They can play and scratch around in the yard all day, nibbling on a pile of weeds…
and then dart inside whenever it’s too nippy or something scares them. Right now, the two most frightening sounds for these ladies is the train whistle–which blows from half a block away several times a day–and a small plane flying over head.
They run inside like a Pterodactyl is swooping down on them.
Luckily they recover quickly and go right back to their weed feast…
and photo bombing. They totally do it on purpose.
See?