"…By what stretch of arrogance do you think a life form that looks like you is more important than a life form that doesn’t?”Joel Salatin

Nothing is more beneficial to your wellbeing than to look for and acknowledge those parts of everyday life that you enjoy.

"If you are happy where you are now, why does it matter how painful it was to get there?" -- Abraham

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -- Bilbo Baggins a.k.a. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play in your hair." -- Kahill Gibran

“And forget not

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Gift wrapped goldfish?

Yesterday at work we were talking about fish ponds. My bosses have a pond without fish - because a raccoon came fishing until he'd caught every one. They decided they liked it better without fish. Randy confessed to dreaming he had caught all the goldfish and put them in individual containers and wrapped them up like gifts.

It occurred to me that "Gift Wrapped Goldfish" could be the title of a novel. It sounds as compelling as "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil", "Fifty Shades of Gray" or "The Girl With the Dragon Tatoo."

Or it could be the title of a new blog page: Gift Wrapped Goldfish -- and other stupid stuff that doesn't make any sense.

Friday, June 22, 2012

My First Ever "Fairy House"

After getting that glimpse of  -- whatever that was – out in my new garden – where the pond used to be, I decided to make a “fairy house” as per instructions from the “fairy garden” seminar I attended a few years ago. 

I used a plastic Folgers one pound coffee can because of it’s durability.  I purchased some “6000” glue from Hobby Lobby because my friend, Donna Tate said a lot of hobbyist were using it with good results on various projects and sure enough, the label says it’s “waterproof”.

First I cut a door so the “fairies” could come and go, then a couple of windows.  According to the “fairy seminar” presenter, fairies are more likely to choose a house that has windows because they have lots of enemies and need to be able to see out.  (I really have no idea where this information comes from but it makes the “game” more fun, so I put windows in the fairy house.)

Next , using the 6000, I covered the can with pea gravel and twigs, added a little sheet moss and some colored glass stones and set it aside to dry.  And dry it did!  I had a little trouble keeping the twigs and rocks in place.  I had to hold it for long minutes before they stayed where I put them, but when the glue dried, the structure felt very stable and hopefully weather proof.  I set it out in the garden, close to one of the established areas of chocolate mint.  It’s not as visible as I thought it would be, however, I don’t know why I thought it would be an eye catcher when I made it out of stuff that blends in – but what the hell, I can see it if I look for it.

But here’s the point to this whole story: I went out late last night to lock up the pigeon pen – and  -- no one is going to believe this – but I’ll say it anyway -- there was a light on inside the “fairy house”.  I know!  I know!!  But the fact remains – there was a light on INSIDE the “fairy house.”

I'm going to go online this weekend and see what I can find out, so check back early next week.  I'll post it here.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Three Wheeling in Our Back Yard

Three Wheeling in Our Back Yard

My grandson, Seth Ryan Pruett and his mommie live with me again, so everything has changed in the past few days. I'm glad they've come home. I missed them when they lived in Mineral Wells. 

Seth is only two and a half.  He is a handful at times, but he is so funny.  Last night, he'd just had his diaper changed and he climped into my lap, looked me right in the eyes and said, "Neenaw! That was rank!"

This morning he asked me to take that red motorcycle rider off the red fourwheeler in the background.  As soon as I handed the man to him, Seth threw him as hard as he could and watched as he tumpled all the way to the end of the wooden deck.  When the man finally came to a stop, Seth ran out and picked him up.  Peering seriously into the plastic man's face, he asked, "Are you okay?"

My beautiful yard has toys strung out all over it.  Squirrels scamper around the tricycles trying to figure out if anything on them is edible and if they are here to stay.

But that's okay.  In the blink of an eye, the toys will be replaced with different interests.

In time, he'll find his friends much more interesting than Neenaw, so I'm going to enjoy this as fully and as long as possible.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Reality or Myth?

Scene of the possible "sighting.".
A few years ago I attended a seminar on " how to make a fairy garden". The presenter was charming and creative in her ideas on "how to invite fairies into your garden" but my overall opinion was "that's a bunch of crap and a lot of work."

A few days ago, I was on my knees working in the area where my fish pond once was. I saw some movement in the chocolate mint. I figured it was a
mouse, so I didn't think much about it, but moments later, I looked down again and saw a tiny face peering at me from the depths of the groundcover -- for just a second -- then it disappeared with a slight rustle of leaves.

Did I really see that? Or was it my imagination? Check back here for updates and
hopefully picture evidence.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Walking in the Moonlight

How long has it been since you went walking in the moonlight?  I took this picture with my phone out at Lake Wichita last Saturday night.

Big Red

I looked outside yesterday and saw a family of Bluejays out by the bird feeder.
There were two adults and two youngsters, all about the same size,
distinguishable only by their behavior. My husband, Ronnie, was a bird watcher
and he taught me many things about our feathered friends, knowledge that brings
me pleasure every single day.

The Bluejay parents took seeds from the feeder and the youngsters chased him or
her, fluttering their wings wildly, screaming as if a cat were after them. This
is typical "begging" posture in the bird world. The parents are trying to get
the babies to eat seed on their own, but the young find it's easier to be fed.
They don't want to be independent just yet, but eventually they will look for seeds and
bugs to their liking and off they'll go.

Spring is the best time to watch for this behavior in wild birds but since
pigeons nest all year, it goes on in our pen year round.

Raising pigeons was Ronnie's favorite hobby - second to cars. He spent many
hours watching the flock and deciding which ones to breed to each other. He knew
his pigeons as well as most people know their dogs. His all time favorite was a
big solid red male who he called Red.

For many years, Red was the best roller in the kit, which is what breeders call
the group of pigeons that fly together, and when he finally passed away, Ronnie
buried him out back with all our other pets. Ronnie often teased me saying
that if it was possible for a human to reincarnate as an animal, he was going to
come back as a big red pigeon.

When Ronnie was first diagnosed with cancer, we discussed what to do with his
flock of 25 to 30 Birmingham Rollers. He reminded me that they are a lot of
work, a lot of responsibility, and that having them would make it harder to hit
the road and go wherever I want to go.

I've only been able to come up with two options and neither of them is
acceptable to me. I could sell them at the flea market, but you never know who
is going to buy a bird or why. Some people keep pigeons to use for target

I could shoo them all out and lock up the pen, stop providing feed, and
eventually the ones that don't starve to death here will go away. I can't do
that. Some of these birds have been here for many years and they were all
raised in "captivity" which means they don't have a clue how to fend for

Many years ago, when money for feed was scarce, Ronnie would give bread to his
flock to get by until payday. It's been so long since we had to do that, these
birds don't even know what bread is.

My only other option is to gather the eggs as they are laid in order to keep the
flock manageable. I can do that, and eventually the flock will diminish, but I
feel sad when I take eggs from under a hen. It isn't my favorite thing to do.
However, since Ronnie passed away early last August, I've thrown out over a
hundred eggs, so it is imperative that I do that.

I love having a flock of pigeons. I think about all the good times Ronnie and I
had while I'm tending to them every morning. They are an essential part of my
back yard and these are some of the prettiest I've ever seen.

There is a big bright red pigeon out there now. He's one that I missed while he
was still in the egg. His face and head are white and he has a small red spot
right on top in the middle. Ronnie told me one day before he passed away, that
if I wanted to talk to him, to come out and sit on the bench by the pigeon pen,
and he'd be there. "Look for a red pigeon. That'll be me."

What do you think?

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