death of a water lily, and a moth
I'm curious to see what fall and winter bring with this plant. It's the first water plant I've ever had, so this is a year of discovery.
I set up this blog to document 3 months or so of my travels. We are on to the "or so" part now.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Lily Pads - update no. 2
Well, all good things must come to an end. The water lily stayed in bloom for about 3 days, then closed up and started to sink slowly into the pond.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Lemoncello turns 200000
My 1986 tanish-yellow Volvo 240 wagon flipped her mileage to 200000 today. It was pretty exciting. I don't really remember the scenery for the last mile or so while it was turning from 199999. I was too busy waiting for the exact moment and just as I parked at one of my favorite places, The Landmark Saloon, it turned to 200000! Cool, huh?! I think I will take her in for an oil change just to celebrate!
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Black Eyed Susan
When I was a kid, I would ride on the wheel well of my Mom's big yellow tractor as she mowed our pasture. Hot Texas sunshine beating down on us, leaving a trail of dust and hay. Once in a while we would come across a patch of Blacked Eyed Susan's in the path of the tractors blade. I would tap Mom on the shoulder, and she would put the tractor in neutral. I would jump down from my perch and rescue the Susan's from harms way. With one hand clutching the flowers, the other reaching for my Moms, she would sweep me back up to the wheel well. A quick smile, and we were on our way again.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Lily Pads
My neighbor gave me this water lily. I wasn't sure it was going to like living in an old barrel, but it seems to be doing okay. I hope it blooms!
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Testing
I downloaded this ap on my cell phone to see how blogging on the run would work. I hope it does because I'm getting a little tired of Facebook.
Now I'm going to try to add a picture.
Hmm. Seems I can't view before I publish. So here goes....
Well it works pretty well except I can't place the picture where I want it. I'm going to try to take one with the ap and see how that works.
That works pretty well. I just wish I could place the pictures.
Oh well... It's pretty easy to use at least.
Now I'm going to try to add a picture.
Hmm. Seems I can't view before I publish. So here goes....
Well it works pretty well except I can't place the picture where I want it. I'm going to try to take one with the ap and see how that works.
That works pretty well. I just wish I could place the pictures.
Oh well... It's pretty easy to use at least.
Monday, May 28, 2012
I Love Lucy
The usual weekend routine for my dog, Lucy, and me is:
Sleep in until around 9am at which point I am usually awakend by the worlds cutest nose on my pillow, little round eye urging me to respond.
This is followed by good morning kisses and a good belly scratching (for Lucy, of course!)
Put the kettle on, get the french press prepared with the awakening powers of caffeine.
Let Lucy out into the yard to do her business of smelling what went on while we were asleep. I prepare her morning snack of her favorite wet food (sweet potatoes and venison) jammed inside the center of her favorite remnant of some poor slaughtered bovine. (I thank you little bovine for giving your life to sustain humans and canaines with your yummy goodness.)
Lucy comes in about the same time the kettle whistle blows. She sits on the kitchen rug looking longingly at me as she awaits her breakfast.
I gather my coffee, and her bone, the sound of her claws on the wood floor as she follows me into the living room.
She sits on her blanket, and I place the goodie filled bone next to her. "Wait" I tell her, and she does; watching my every move for the go ahead.
At this point is where the routine changed this morning. Usually, I would take my place on the couch, take a sip of my coffee, then say "OK", and she would start in on her breakfast. However, this morning, I got distracted and went back into the kitchen. I was in there for about twenty seconds when I hear the sound of Lucy's claws on the wood floor, followed by her sweet little face peering around the doorway. I thought for sure she had already dug into her breakfast, and a small waive of guilt for my neglecting to give her the "OK" command came over me. We walked back into the living room together, and to my surprise she hadn't touched her bone yet. She was waiting on me, so that we could have our breakfast together. (Heart melting). What a thoughtful creature. I love her.
She sat on her blanket waiting as before, I take my place on the couch, sip my coffee, give the "OK", and our routine is back in place.
Lucy finishes her breakfast, jumps on the couch, stis next to me, as we look out into the plum trees and watch other morning routines of birds and squirrels.
She curls up in the bend of my leg and rests her head on my thigh.
I sip my coffee, petting her head, and continue to watch the morning happenings in the trees outside.
Sleep in until around 9am at which point I am usually awakend by the worlds cutest nose on my pillow, little round eye urging me to respond.
Put the kettle on, get the french press prepared with the awakening powers of caffeine.
Let Lucy out into the yard to do her business of smelling what went on while we were asleep. I prepare her morning snack of her favorite wet food (sweet potatoes and venison) jammed inside the center of her favorite remnant of some poor slaughtered bovine. (I thank you little bovine for giving your life to sustain humans and canaines with your yummy goodness.)
Lucy comes in about the same time the kettle whistle blows. She sits on the kitchen rug looking longingly at me as she awaits her breakfast.
She sits on her blanket, and I place the goodie filled bone next to her. "Wait" I tell her, and she does; watching my every move for the go ahead.
At this point is where the routine changed this morning. Usually, I would take my place on the couch, take a sip of my coffee, then say "OK", and she would start in on her breakfast. However, this morning, I got distracted and went back into the kitchen. I was in there for about twenty seconds when I hear the sound of Lucy's claws on the wood floor, followed by her sweet little face peering around the doorway. I thought for sure she had already dug into her breakfast, and a small waive of guilt for my neglecting to give her the "OK" command came over me. We walked back into the living room together, and to my surprise she hadn't touched her bone yet. She was waiting on me, so that we could have our breakfast together. (Heart melting). What a thoughtful creature. I love her.
She sat on her blanket waiting as before, I take my place on the couch, sip my coffee, give the "OK", and our routine is back in place.
Lucy finishes her breakfast, jumps on the couch, stis next to me, as we look out into the plum trees and watch other morning routines of birds and squirrels.
I sip my coffee, petting her head, and continue to watch the morning happenings in the trees outside.
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