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First Day of Spring Snow Storm

March 22, 2010

I can’t believe it. The daffodils are blooming, the little Dog Tooth Violet is up and ready to bloom, and we have 12 inches of snow.

At the beginning these were the biggest snow flakes I’ve ever seen.

24 hours later and 12″ of snow,  this is the same tree! And look at all the snow hanging off the roof ready to fall.

Lovely patterns

Front Porch

Poor Thayer, looking pitiful at the door, wants in. Yes, she came in. She has no appreciation for snow!

Look What I Found

September 7, 2009

chrysalis

I was cleaning out the flower bed yesterday, pulling grass and weeds when I discovered this chrysalis attached to a lower limb of a rose bush. I hope it survives; it should be a Monarch. We are also having early morning heavy fogs and I found this dew laden spider web a couple of mornings ago. Both are such treasures; better than jewelry.

spider-web

Spring 2009

April 18, 2009

morel

Recently, I purchased a new camera; a Nikon D300. I hope I can rise to it’s potential. I’m reading David Busch’s Nikon D300 Guide to Digital SLR Photography. Literally started on page one and am pushing myself through it. Trouble is, I get out in the field photographing and remember that I’ve read what I’m supposed to do to change a setting, but can’t remember how! It will come.

So while out in the woods, yesterday, photographing wild flowers,I stumbled upon a morel mushroom. Fair size. Photographed it, picked it, soaked it over night in salt water (to get rid of all the little bitty bugs), and ate it for breakfast this morning. YUM!

Neomi Wilson

November 7, 2008

neomiPlease, bear with me.  My dear, dear friend, Neomi, was killed this afternoon when a tree fell on her. She was helping her son cut down a dead tree that they planned to split up for fire wood. I am distraught. She was one of the kindest, if not THE kindest, woman I have ever known. She always had a kind word for everyone and was always near with a helping hand. We gardened together, baked bread together, walked together every morning, and took day trips together. The universe has played a cruel joke on us and I grieve for a beloved friend. She will be missed by all who knew her. I thank my Greater Power for the time that I knew her and grew to love her.

More Ozark Stories

July 26, 2008

After these folks picked their corn, they opened up their field for picking the left overs on your own.  Can you read it?

We are done picking. You may pick for $1 per 15 ears. Thanks. Please pay at brick house corner of B & 39 highway. Glass jar on the front porch.

I also walked into the post office a couple of days ago where Debbie, the postal clerk, was showing the wall quilt she is submitting to the Hoffman Challenge to two other women. I, of course, had to touch it and get up close. Didn’t have the camera and it probably shouldn’t be photographed anyway until it is exhibited. Then one of the other women pulled out of a large envelope to show us, the baby dress she is smocking and embroidering. Both items are beautiful. I hope Deb wins a prize for her Hoffman quilt and lucky baby for the dress.

Can you see any of this happening in a large city post office? Life is pretty casual here. Love it.

Stanley

June 19, 2008

When I started this blog I intended to show pictures of the art, sewing, or habitat of my environment, but this morning I have a story to share.

Last week I was introduced to Stanley, an 87 year old master carpenter-cabinet maker who lives alone and has macular degeneration. Because of his failed eyesight he no longer does carpentry work or drives. He says he doesn’t get much enjoyment out of life anymore. When asked what he would like to do, he said he loves to fish; just doesn’t get to do it much anymore because his friends are gone and he can’t drive.

BUT – he said that not long ago he missed fishing so badly, he hired a taxi to drive him out to the James River so he could fish. Said it cost him nearly $25.00. After they got to the river the taxi driver asked him what he wanted to do about getting back home and Stanley told him to come back at sundown to pick him up. A few hours later, the taxi driver returned in his own car with his fishing pole and joined Stanley for the rest of the afternoon-evening and they fished together. Then the taxi driver took Stanley home in his private car, free of charge.

Isn’t that a lovely story? Ask me why I love living here.