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The First Monday In March

3 Mar

It is Monday, but it is a good day. The student I usually see on Monday is unable to meet today, so that freed up some time. I do have a meeting at three, but until then….. I have about a million chores around the house. Laundry is the never ending cycle of life. Adam and Eve really had it made, then they had to go and mess things up. Sweeping/Vacuuming is a necessary evil when one has indoor pets. Fur roams the house like tumbleweeds in the desert. If you ever come to visit, don’t look too closely. I think I will put chicken in the crockpot for dinner, and possibly make some phone calls that I need to quit putting off. Maybe.

 

 

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It was supposed to be snowy today, but the storm took a more southerly track and so we only have a few inches here in central Ohio. That is okay, I suppose. I don’t mind winter, unlike most of my friends. I love Spring too…just not days of rain and mud. I’m not a fan of the mud. Out here in the country there is a lot of it. When there is a lot of it outside, that means there will be a lot of it inside. I refuse to wear my new tennis shoes (that are way cool) until after the mud season. I want them to stay new looking for at least awhile. In the meantime, I will only wear cruddy shoes or rubber boots. After all, I am the farmyard fashionista. I’ve already almost lost my rubber boots to the sucking mud pit that is the horse field. Stuck in what felt like muddy quick sand. The horse found it amusing, me not so much.

 

 

 

With the winding down of the winter and the ramping up of the spring, this means planting of flowers. Now, I will fully admit that I am in no way, shape, or form, the green thumb of the family. That would fall to my sister. Too bad that she lives so far away, or I’d borrow her for this spring time ritual. Regardless, I need to plant stuff in the flowerbed out front. This year I am seriously considering planting the whole entire length of the front flower beds with lavender. That and a couple of rose bushes are the only plants that will survive in this soil. Seriously. The flowerbeds are also in the shade for most of the day. I figure lavender smells so good and it is pretty purple…..it will survive and look good doing it. That is good enough for me.

 

 

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Spring also requires the cleaning out of the chicken coop(s). This is a completely disgusting job. I love my chickens and I love my fresh eggs. I do not enjoy chicken poop. The irony of coop and poop rhyming, is not lost on me. Okay, here is the thing, I see all these cute chicken coops in my country living magazines, I see them at the Amish stores, I see them all over……and anyone that has real live chickens knows that chickens poop. All over. Everywhere. They are poop machines. They don’t care if their coop is cute on not. They will poop on it and in it and around it. The cute coop will not be so cute anymore. I will not spend big bucks on a cute coop….when it a very short time, no matter how much one cleans, it will become the poop coop.

 

 

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With warmer weather on the seasonal horizon, this means garage sales/yard sales/flea markets will be out and about soon. This is sort of my thing. And by thing I mean my love of the eclectic. My passion for the repurposed. It is what I enjoy when I don’t have to do all the “real life” stuff. I wish I could blend my love of flea markets with real life. That would be the best job ever. Well, maybe I could blend flea markets and traveling and writing together. Now, that would be the best. Just sayin’.

 

 

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Sigh…… I guess I better get moving. The dryer just dinged, which means it is ready for yet another load.

 

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Today I am thankful for: 

*sunshine

*snow covered front yard

*fresh eggs

*frozen ground and no icky mud

*a new flea market magazine to read

*some free time

*cinnamon tea scented candle

*my 7 day cold is finally about over! …..the sneezing is done!

*hearing good things about my son

*Happy Birthday to friends

*smiling

*a new week

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1  NIV

 

Rural Sculpture

14 Jul

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rural sculptures fills the horizon.

Country art rolls into the fields…

Beautiful in its simplicity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quiet stillness, only interrupted by the hum of farm equipment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows fall long across this farmland scene.

The daylight draws to a close,

as the sun slips beyond the edge of the field.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ready For Spring

28 Feb

Today is such a beautiful day, even though it is only the end of February. Since, it appears that this is the year without a real winter…I’m skipping right into Spring. Won’t you join me?

Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. — Oliver Wendell Holmes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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