A Day in Ruins


Mayan ruins, that is, and what a magical day it was. We recently had a chance to visit  the “virtually unexcavated Chacchoben Mayan Ruins situated in a secluded jungle setting near the border of Belize.”  That’s pronounced Chak- choben, and it means the place of the red corn.

“Virtually unexcavated” means that only a small portion of the 4 square mile site has been excavated; that is, the piles of jungle covered rocks and dirt have been removed to show the ancient structures that lie beneath.

The site  lies about an hour drive inland from Costa Maya in southern Yucatan, Mexico. Our guide pointed out many trees and plants that were used by the Maya that still grow in and around the site. I was focused like a laser on the tree tops, hoping against hope to see a monkey in the wild.

Darn! No Monkeys!

From his perch far above the jungle tree tops, Roy took a breather from carrying the chatchki bag loaded with a good 35 pounds of “stuff” that would have been perfectly safe locked on the bus. See how red his face is? It’s tough in the jungle when you’re from northern Pennsylvania. Now add that 35 pound chatchki bag!

Here’s a bit of the view from there… much of the site where we were was set above the surrounding jungle.

This next building has many chambers, which are missing on buildings that are for religious purposes. The king lived here, with his family.

The King's crib

In close proximity to the King’s dwelling is a long avenue of homes where the priveledged  class of folks lived. This area had an almost spooky feel to it and I got goosebumps more than once.

Walkway in between houses

The beauty of this site is that the vast majority of structures and secrets are yet to be discovered. I’ve read that this site has indications of being a place of pilgrimage.  I was completely mesmerized by the jungle; the sounds, the smells.

There were areas of  excavation that are just beginning; you begin to understand that all the mounds of dirt/stones around you are buried dwellings, streets, and temples.

Our guide, who is full blooded Mayan, said that they recently took some Mayan folks in to the site; over 100 souls worshipped at the main temple. He said that to hear their voices lifted in song and chants to the Mayan Gods was a thrill of a lifetime for him. It must have made the entire site come alive. I wish I could have seen it.

It was a wonderful experience and I hope with all my heart that some day we can return to this place of wonder in the jungles of southern Mexico. 

Cacchoben is one place where the land has not forgotten those who came before.  Here’s hoping that we will someday return to the land of the Maya and to Chacchoben, to listen for those voices across time.


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Summer’s Bounty


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I smell people!

This little fawn is becoming a regular around the farm. I snapped this early one morning a few days ago. She was a foot or so off the back porch and seemed very curious.  There are young’uns everywhere… baby crows, bunnies, deer and one of my favorites, barn swallows.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

Our barn is loaded with nests like this. It seems as if the swallows are on their third nesting for the year. We have quite the colony and it seems to be growing. They are welcome, as they eat lots (and lots) of bugs on the fly. They are great acrobatic flyers, fun to watch and fun to listen to as they always have a lot to say.

Of course I can’t forget Robby’s baby raccoons; there are four of them. They come at night to eat leftover cat food and kitchen scraps and are adorable.

I’ve begun to can cukes; dills, relish, as well as bread and butter pickles. Broccoli is finished for the season and my freezer is packed. I picked most of my onion crop yesterday.

Refridgerator dills.

Making relish.

There are enough tomatoes ripening to have a good supply for tomato sandwiches which is a favorite around here. Soon it will be time to dig potatoes, and I’ve begun to harvest bush beans. I’ll probably can a batch of dilly beans and freeze the rest.My cabbage is ripening and I’ll have to find a way to preserve that, too. Next month I’ll be dealing with tomatoes and corn, which is all tasseled and loaded with honeybees. Someone’s hive has been hanging out in my corn patch, and they are welcome.

Sweet and juicy... yum!

Tassels and bees...

It’s kind of silly, but looking at those jars of finished veggies, or packets of beans or broccoli for the freezer just gives me a warm fuzzy feeling of accomplishment. I just know that my Dad is looking down on my humble garden and smiling with approval. You just can’t beat fresh organic veggies that you’ve grown yourself.

Italian plum tomatoes.

Yukon Gold potatoes.

My garden is flourishing and it is an endless source of deep contentment. I guess I deserve the name that my brother Jim used to call me: Earth Mother. It’s a throwback from the hippie 60’s and 70’s and yes, I was a hippie. I’ve always been an Earth Mother. (big silly smile)

No matter the circumstances that you find yourself in, make sure that you make your way to your local farmer’s market and treat yourself to some of the bounty of summer.


Friday and Bootsie, watching Momma work.

One Summer Afternoon


Warm sleepy day.

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Today, after a few days to familiarize myself with my birthday present, we went to Claws ‘n Paws. That’s a ‘wild animal farm’ in the Poconos. It sets deep in a primeval forest with the canopy sitting 70 feet high or more. The enclosures are roomy and natural, with lots of pools, foliage, and resting places for the animals.

Two beauties grooming.

The sound of happy kids and tinkling water is often broken by loud whistles, hoots or rude screams that echo through the whole compound.

It was one of those times when you are so focused on a task that the whole environment becomes part of your awareness. My task was to photograph these exotic and breathtakingly beautiful animals with my new present. Roy took me out earlier in the week and bought me the camera that I’ve been lusting after for a while. I got a Nikon D 3000 with an additional 55-200 telephoto lens. The camera is unbelievable. It’s a digital SLR  , and is a whole other animal from most digital still cameras. The only way to learn is to jump right in and do it.

I didn’t see one animal who looked stressed, even if the heat and humidity of the day had me like a wet dishrag with a huge smile stuck on my face like the kids in the petting zoo area.  The bigger excitement for the kids is the resident giraffe who gets hand fed carrots by the park visitors every day.

I guess he’s just checking for wayward carrots.

Some of the enclosures were protected with thick sheets of plastic. It wasn’t the optimum photo conditions; the rest of the enclosures had wire fencing of differing thickness that often made automatic focus an impossibility. These weren’t too difficult to overcome, considering the subject matter and the beautiful day we had.

This fellow took a shine to Roy and even came up to him and gave him a nosie through the glass! Many of the animals were curious, most were resting quietly and none were visibly stressed.

This bobcat and her two babies just melted my heart in about 5 seconds. The kittens were engaging in wars, with mule kicks and all. Momma stayed close enough to keep an eye on everything. I wanted to pick them up and take them all home.

I stopped taking note of the critters’ names after the first few enclosures, so I’m not including any. Couldn’t be helped. Trouble is, I was already walking, chewing gum, and taking photos… that’s dangerous territory.

These monkeys were beautiful. They also had a peaceful look in their eyes; almost kind. I wanted to feel that fur, it looked so luxurious. They didn’t seem bothered by the heat at all.

This monkey is sitting with his back feet on the side of the cage. It was such a curious position and I was glad to get a shot of the bottoms of his feet.

Well, this little photo excursion will have to get split into two chapters I see.

Now to answer a few questions about my absence. My laptop broke and that whole fiasco ate up almost 2 months. Then my camera started to fail a little. I’m nothing if not visual, so I languished in my beautiful vegetable garden until I got my birthday present. So here I am, back at it, already with a stack of pics and a few ideas.

So I’ll be watching for replies like this fellow was watching for a spare piece of fruit to fall out of my , um, camera bag.

So get out there and enjoy your summer in your own manner and time… find your own barrel of monkeys.


Working in the Garden Isn’t Work


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Garden Gate

Being able to work in my garden is therapy for my winter-ravaged psyche. While occupied with weeding and planting, the constant stream of birdsong is often punctuated by a gobbling turkey, or crowing pheasant, or passing hawk. Those sounds are always in the distance and make me smile inside.

My plants are growing beautifully, even the potato tops that got frosted last week. The sad thing is that same frosty night really zapped both of my chestnut trees. They are both is shock, I’m sure. Well, nature will have to find its’ way.

Rows of Goodness

This isn’t the greatest photo, but it shows my work is cut out for me. Roy has been helping to prepare the other half of the garden for the warm weather veggies to go in soon.

In the meantime, my lettuce sits next to the onions, for some protection from slugs, which can plague a lettuce bed later in the season. Hey, they repel some people, so why not? To their right is an  all but invisible row of sweet onion, and then parsley. Way down the line of parsley, the row turns into celery. My broccoli is on the far right, and some if it is taking off.

No fertilizing… rotted horse manure tilled in at the start of the season takes care of that little chore, happily.

There is a lack of shade in the garden area, so we took care of that with a brand new canopy that now provides a little respite from the sun, or sprinkles. It offers a great view of the garden, pasture and barn area. I just love sitting and watching my garden grow.


Right next to the canopy, sitting in the edges of the brushy hedgerow are happy little wild strawberries which produce teensy strawberries, coveted by birds and small animals alike.

Wild Strawberry Flowers

A few feet away there are honeysuckle bushes in full bloom as well. They produce an abundance of berries that don’t last very long when they ripen in mid summer. Birds descend on the bushes and pluck their prize as soon as they are ready!

Fragrant Honeysuckle

Even though we had to add a foot of chicken wire on the bottom of our beautiful fencing to keep the bunnies out, they still love to hang out nearby. This little guy must be getting very used to people, because I got close enough for a decent shot of him on full zoom. I call them my little bun-buns and talk to them all the time.

Hungry Bunny

When roaming the huge greenhouses at the place where we get our veggies, Roy spotted this hanging basket with Aloha petunias that are just stunning. He hung the basket on the garden gate.

Aloha Petunias

My garden is not only growing beautifully, it beckons one. It is truly a magical place for me to spend many hours of sweet work. I’m hooked on gardening and can’t wait to indulge in organic veggies… enough to eat, enough to give away.

Get outside and feel the sun and wind on your skin. Gardening, swimming, barbecuing, playing or just sitting… just get out!

May you find respite and peace in your surroundings.


In Spite of the Weather


New Occupants

After moving this little birdhouse to one of the apple trees in the front yard, it has been claimed by a pair of chickadees, which is a first for my offerings of nesting sites. I discovered the beginnings of the new nest after Roy bonked his head on the low hanging house.

In spite of a number of frosty mornings recently, my garden is coming along. This morning I was surprised to find that my seemingly tender lettuce was still thriving, while the new leaves from the potato plants looked a little rough after last night’s frost. Today marks my first true garden salad, complete with lettuce, tender leaves from cabbage and broccoli plants as well as a few scallions. I made lots of mmmmm’s during today’s lunch.

The season's first greens

Not to be outdone by greens, my columbine, Jacob’s Ladder, lilies of the valley, and a few other flowers apparently laugh at the frost.


Jacob's Ladder

Fragant Favorites

Sweet Alyssum


Sunny or cloudy, it’s always good mousie hunting weather. Just ask Nikki, who is closing in on some poor mole or field mouse after I rudely released her first catch of the day.

Here mousie, mousie!

Winter bird feeders are being stored, not because I want to, but because I don’t want any bear incidents. All is not lost, however. The hummingbird feeders are out and are being visited regularly by the newly arriving tiny hummers.

Up up and away...

Even the easily ignored ferns are beautiful as they unfurl their leaves.

Cinnamon Fern

Life carries on; colors, shapes, sounds, smells surround us as we go on with our busy lives. All it takes is to raise your head and open your eyes; you never know what fleeting beauty you will witness.

Passing beauty easily missed...

May you witness the color, the beauty, the life reborn all around us; may it renew, sustain and encourage you in your life.

Life goes on.

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Seven Little Goslings Updated X 2


Little Yellow Bobbers With Beaks  Update: Videos

Update 2: 5-7-10  As of this morning, the Goose family has moved on to quieter pastures. Maybe we’ll see them later in the season, when the goslings are bigger; sometimes we do and sometimes we don’t. I’m thankful that we had so much enjoment and downright fun with them. May they find happiness in their Goosie world. Too cheesy? Maybe, but I do wish them well.

New video from earlier today:

I knew that the gooselets had arrived when there was no sign of Poppa goose in or near the driveway this afternoon. So I went down, half expecting the entire family to be gone. Sob.

But to my surprise, there was Momma, protecting her brood on the bank of the pond.

Momma: Who goes there? Babies: "yawn"

Momma: "AACK How Dare You?

After rudely interrupting everyone’s nap, I got a good look at this year’s brood along with a head count: 7 goslings! That’s quite the bunch and I wish Momma and Poppa good luck in caring for that many babies.

"Are we there yet?"

Momma changed her tune as soon as she spotted me dropping feed along the shore. She’s been on the nest for a whole month; barely coming off to nibble on tender sprouts and the occasional foray up to the driveway for duck pellets. She was one hungry Goose! She made a beeline over to the bank where I had dropped pellets.

"C'mon my little ones, it's dinner time"

I slowly retreated to let Momma eat in peace, with her babies all around her. If past years are a pattern, she’ll take the entire brood back out to the island, maybe into the nest, and tuck everyone in under her strong warm wings. Tomorrow is another day, and I hope to get some clearer pics. They are not good enough for the cover of Goosie magazine, but at least you can see the cute little Gooselets as they’re introduced to the world. So cute!

Cute little yellow bobbers all in a row...

Countdown to Gooselets


Today marks the twenty-seventh day that Momma Goose is sitting on her nest. I always mark the date on my calendar because it is right around the twenty-eighth day that the little goslings are hatched out. I know that there is no such word as “gooselets”, but someone near and very dear to us calls them Gooselets and the name stuck.

Momma Goose with Older Gooselets

When first hatched, the Gooselets look like tiny yellow bobbers in the water and the cute factor is off the scale. The problem the past few years is that as soon as the babies are hatched out, the entire Goose family moves across the road into a series of ponds and beaver dams. We think that we have found the reason for their exodus from our little pond; a large snapping turtle who has taken up residence here. The turtle is quite stealthy and difficult to find. It is, however, large enough to pick off the tiny Gooselets one by one.

Proud Parents and Babies, Lounging

When this pair of Geese started to come here to nest, they were a young couple, most likely yearlings who had to learn the hard way how to protect their precious young ones. After all this time feeding them and enjoying Poppa Goose’s company, I’m afraid that we won’t have the chance to watch the babies grow.

Lazy Afternoon

These photos showing just two Gooselets were from the first year that they lost so many babies (4 babies gone that year!) and still stayed around. Actually, I’m glad that Momma and Poppa finally learned how to better protect their young ones. At the same time, I pine for those little yellow bobbers; cute factor off the charts. We have to be happy with these pics taken years ago.

Hey Lady! You got food?

Ah well, such is life. I’m happy that we can accommodate Momma and Poppa Goose during the gestation of the little ones. Oh, by the way, Momma Goose typically has 6 young ones; we’ve seen broods of up to 7 and as few as 5. Those babies will be hatched out soon, very soon. I’ll be hanging around nonchalantly, camera in hand, trying to look non threatening. Wish us all luck; maybe we’ll get those perfect pics this year.

Here’s hoping that all the Gooselets will survive this year, in spite of Mr Snapper.

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Return to Assateague Island


Assateague Island (“ASSA-teak”) is a barrier island that extends from Maryland south into Virginia. On the Southern end, the island is very close to Chincoteague Island, Va. (“CHINKA-teak”) which is privately owned and includes the town of Chincoteague complete with motels, bed and breakfasts, restaurants and shops.


People are friendly, helpful and outgoing.  Assateague is connected by bridge to the mainland in Maryland, and again by bridge to Chincoteague Island in Virginia. Chincoteague is then connected to mainland Virginia by bridge. We travel down from Pennsylvania, and usually stay in Delaware along the coast between Rehoboth and Ocean City. Although Assateague seems just a stone’s throw from Ocean City, one must travel south through some beautiful Maryland countryside to access the bridge that takes you over to the barrier island.

My desire to return to the island of the ponies has started to niggle at me as it always does this time of year. Never forget that the ponies always have the right of way. Never get too close; they may seem tame, but they are wild animals and you wouldn’t want to get kicked or bitten, believe me. There are folks who patrol in summer to make sure tourists and ponies stay safe.

Fred, put your turn signal on!

We once took a boat ride from the southernmost tip of Ocean City to tour Assateague and the surrounding area. If you have time it’s well worth spending an afternoon. The tour guide seemed knowledgeable and eagerly answered questions. Accessing the area by boat gives a unique peek into the lives of the ponies, who look like they’re all spoiling for a horse show.

Young stallion; no mares... yet

First and foremost if you’re going there, be sure to have ample supply of bug repellent. Mosquitos there are very nasty; there are also ticks in the brushy vegetation.

Sika deer love the marsh; so do mosquitos

The beach on Assateague is on the list of the top ten East Coast Beaches and it is absolutely beautiful. We’ve made it there a few times to see the sunrise. Looking up or down the deserted beach, the mist from the pounding surf reflected the golden color of sunrise and just takes one’s breath away. The water appears to be quite deep right offshore and there are always strong currents. Of course, there are lifeguards in summer, ever vigilant.

Pounding Assateague surf

It’s a family spot for sure. Even when the ponies are elsewhere, the ever present mounds of “briquettes” on the sand reminds you of how special this place is.

Deserted Sunrise

There are a few campgrounds on the Maryland side, both campers and tent camping. On the landward side we saw folks wind surfing in the shallow bays. If you’re adventurous, there are hiking paths.

Bug juice applied, ready for adventure

There are gorgeous dunes and pine trees shaped by ocean winds as well as tall evergreen forests and a lot of brushy scrub, complete with marshes, both brackish and fresh.

Wind swept

The National Seashore is accessible from the Maryland side. The National Seashore extends for over 20 miles along deserted beaches and empty dunes and forest. You must have a permit and a 4 wheel drive vehicle equipped for travel on sand as well as a certain list of equipment. You can camp and fish right on the beach, complete with bonfire, as long as you take with you everything you’ve brought in. Bring your own wood for campfires.

Chincoteague has a quaint fishing village atmosphere.

Fishing fleet, Chincoteague

There are places on the island that have ponies in their paddocks. Chincoteague conducts their famous pony swim every July. This year, the swim “will be held on July 28, 2010 – the last Wednesday of July. The exact time is not mentioned until the day prior to the event (due to tidal conditions).” Ponies are herded into the water off  Assateague Island for the swim over to Chincoteague, where select babies are sold at auction. They are very intelligent, gentle and trainable and have been used by their new owners to ride English or Western. If you plan to go to the pony swim, be aware that thousands of folks (over 40,000!) converge on the island. It coincides with the local Fire Dept carnival, complete with barbeques and entertainment. Most of the  proceeds go to the Fire Dept for equipment. It has become a nationally known tradition. Any reservations to stay on the island must be made the season before. You can always plan on staying on the mainland somewhere within striking distance of Chincoteague. The drive there from anywhere is just wonderful, so don’t despair if you can’t get a room too close.

The Virginia side of the island has a great visitor’s center that is entirely “green” and I believe it is self sufficient. There you will find exhibits on all the wildlife that inhabits the island. Assateague Island lies on the coastal flyway, and autumn is the main time to see migrating shore birds by the thousands. You can also readily spot the residents; snowy egrets hunting in the marshes right next to the ponies, gulls, even osprey who may disappear beneath the waves for s second or two before emerging with a fish to feed their hungry nestlings.

I see you

There are sika deer that are at home up to their shoulders in fresh water marshy areas. Besides the fresh marshes there are salt marshes, grassy areas, forests, and ponies, lots of ponies. Having said that, there have been times we’ve been there when the ponies are deep in the brush, or way out in the shallow bays away from the heat and bugs of summer. Be patient, be persistent, and eventually you can usually find at least a few, if not herds of the famous ponies. To find the ponies you sometimes have to think like they do.

Tiny turtle on the beach

The Virginia end  has a beautiful beach, but  Maryland’s beach is the real gem. We were told that in the spring time on the southern end, a certain kind of small shark (maybe sand shark?) comes in to the shallow bay near the beach area by the thousands to spawn. During those times the water appears to boil with all the moving, jostling, spawning fish. That must make the heart race and I’d love to see it.

Virginia also boasts a beautiful picturesque lighthouse. Ponies often cooperate and pose nice just so you can get a nice picture for your desktop.

Famous Chincoteague Lighthouse

Nearby, on the Virginia mainland, is Wallops NASA flight  facility open to the public for a small fee. The exhibits are interesting and it’s very close to Chincoteague. Besides, how often can you buy a t-shirt, hat, visor and other stuff with the NASA logo on it? I wouldn’t go again, but once is definetly worth the hour or two it takes to see the place.

when I grow up, I wanna be...

I used most of my favorite pics in my first post on Assateague, which was written this past January. I tried to fill this one with images as well. Although there are no prize winners, at least they can give a taste of the particular salty flavor of Assateague. The place is magical;  its northern Maryland end stands a stone’s throw from one of the most obnoxious beach towns ever spawned, Ocean City. It stands in mute contrast, beckoning to the curious traveler.  The southernmost tip in Virginia offers it’s migrating birds, spawning fish and pony swim. You never know who you’ll meet around the very next bend in the path.

Momma and baby in 95 degree heat

What on earth are you waiting for? It will be a trip you’ll remember always. Who knows, you just may get hooked like we are and go back again and again, pining for the place in between trips.

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Bon Voyage!


(note: all photographs taken by either Roy or I)

'Ground control to Major Tom...'

Nikki, Star of Movie Adventures


Nikki’s A Star

Something wonderful has happened since Nikki’s early spring adventure, which I blogged about. She has shown me that she knows where home is and will come in on her own, without me calling in the National Guard to search for her.

She has proven that she is a voracious  mouser. The problem is, she has started to consume what she catches, and that means that I’ll have to get her some worm pills from the vet.

While I was sleeping in this past weekend, Roy took Nikki outside and stayed by her; or she stayed close to him. He took the video camera with him and got some classic Nikki footage, including our heroine plucking up the courage to inspect a dead turkey. I left out the dead turkey.

Wood Duck

While Roy and Nikki were by the small pond a wood duck drake landed on the water and strutted his stuff for the camera. Good stuff; some of it fuzzy, but it’s a wood duck up close.


Poppa Goose on Patrol

Here’s Poppa Goose preening.

My Blooming Yard

One of my favorite springtime places to be, the yard.

Today it’s raining and cooler. Nikki is stuck inside and I’m stuck listening to her complain about it. Thank heavens we like each other.

Every one of these videos was taken by Roy on Saturday, April 24, 2010.

You have a great day wherever you find yourself. Enjoy your world.

Update: My Neti Pot

A few years ago, when I had an active yoga practice, I was introduced to the neti pot and its usage. So what is a neti pot?

Nasal Irrigation with a neti pot

Some people have found relief using nasal drainage with salt to restore tone to the nasal passages. A neti pot can be used to inhale salt water to heal inflamed tissues. Using warm water with a small amount of added salt, nasal irrigation cleanses the passageways. Used in Ayurvedic medicine for thousands of years, nasal irrigation can relieve chronic sinus problems as well as acute allergy relief. Oprah Winfrey recently became aware of the benefits and demonstrated a neti pot on her show.”

neti pot

You add half a teaspoon of sea salt to warm water and lean over a sink. Then you pour the weak salt solution into one nostril and leaning just right, it then pours out the other nostril, flushing your sinus in the bargain.

I remember the first time that Roy walked into the bathroom while I was studiously using my neti. He was absolutely horrified and dumbfounded. The look on his face made me start to laugh uncontrollably and I almost drowned.

I started using my neti again yesterday because of the difficult allergy season this year. As I bent over the sink, I remembered the look on Roy’s face and just had to tell you all my little story.

If you’re really curious, just Google neti pot then hit images. There are a variety of pics of the neti in use.


Early Morning Mist


Morning Mist

There are some reasons to get up very early. This is one; morning mist enveloping all; muting colors but not the senses. See the trails in the grass and in the morning dew ? Wood ducks. They sure are stealthy little buggers. Still no award winning pics of them, sadly.

For the past few days my laptop has belched and wheezed and spat out my internet connection over and over again. Along with it has gone blog post after post, along with much gnashing of teeth. Finally, my connection seems more stable, so what happens? The formatting in WordPress is cranky and messing with my attempted posts.

So I went for a walk, camera in hand, of course. I wish we had an internet version of “smellivision”, because there is nothing quite like the aroma of thousands of apple blossoms.

Only a few hours earlier, the same trees looked like spectres.

So what do the pooties think about all of this nature? Well, here’s Smudgie. When you’re all white in a green world you can run but you can’t hide. Well, not for very long, anyway.

White dot in a green world

Meantime, the Goose pond has been greening up quite nicely.

Lumpy covers

Speaking of pooties, here’s Friday, who had crawled under the covering of sheets meant to protect our brand new  hand made log bed from… what else?  Pooties. Any time a lump is detected underneath covers, you can bet it meows and looks a lot like Friday.

Keeping with my original theme, here’s the last of the misty pics. Oh, mornings like this almost make up for the fact that all my bird feeders were emptied during the night and I’ll just have to keep bringing them in at dusk.

Take the time to enjoy your world. It’s all so fleeting…

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