Plain and Simple

Another adventure with Filbert & Flora...

2009-11-04T14:59:00.005-05:00

You could be a redneck if:

You have 9 loads of dirt piled in the front lawn.
You have a landscaping budget that's nil to nothing.
You have only a set of old rusty bed springs to use to level the 9 loads of dirt.
You have a reliable (also old!) 4-wheeler to pull the bed springs.
You have a not-so-smart partner (too old for this $%*#) willing to sit on the bed springs for added weight. (If you feel compelled to comment on the weight part, please be nice!)

The moment has passed, the new grass survived the first winter blast and our memory of Redneck Landscaping will keep us laughing for a good long time!

It's official...

Filbert is a nut.
and
Flora is a pansy.

One of those days...

2009-10-29T10:19:00.006-04:00

I get a little punchy when I'm frazzled and tired!

Messing around with photos and graphics soothes my inner beast, so (even though I don't have a lot to say right now), I'll share my latest creation with you.

Click on the picture to read it easier. I warned you that I was punchy!

Do you have days when you feel like you've missed the boat???

That be me!
B:-)

Autumn Road...

2009-10-26T12:51:00.003-04:00

I pass this way,
most every day...
It's truly a peaceful place.

Whatever the reason,
whatever the season...
The scene brings a smile to my face.

~bjh~

Happy Pumpkin Smiles to everyone :-)

More White Stuff...

2009-10-17T10:26:00.007-04:00

The last Clematis blossoms greet the first snowfall of the season.

Snow sliding slowly off the coal shed roof.

No birdy home here! Gone south, just in the nick of time!

First blast of winter...

2009-10-16T07:59:00.005-04:00

A dusting of snow on the Rhubarb leaves is pretty...

But... This is NOT!!!

Too much.
Too soon.

Just one of the hazards of living at a higher elevation!

It looks like a great day to snuggle up with a good book.
Hope you have a snuggle-kind-of-day too.

October Sunset...

2009-10-10T19:27:00.011-04:00

Every time you wake up and ask yourself, "What good things am I going to do today?", remember that when the sun goes down at sunset, it will take a part of your life with it. (Indian Proverb)

Finding joy...

2009-09-08T21:44:00.004-04:00

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach. She was building a sand castle or something, and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello", she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building", she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know. I just like the feel of sand."

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.

A sandpiper scurried along the edge of the surf.

"That's a joy", the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."

The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself. I was depressed and my life seemed completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert", I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy. I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."

She giggled. "You're funny", she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her magical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P", she called. "We'll have another happy day."

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. I need a sandpiper, I thought to myself and gathered up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to capture the serenity I needed.

"Hello, Mr. P", she said. Do you want to play?"
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.

Her tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
"Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed to a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought. In winter?

"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to the beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" Then I thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?

"Oh", she said quietly. "Then this is a bad day."
"Yes", I said, "and yesterday and the day before and... oh, just go away!"

"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died."
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself.

A month or so later, when I went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself that I missed her, I went to the cottage after my walk and knocked on the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

"Hello", I said. "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."

"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please accept my apologies."

"Not at all. She's a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.

"Wendy died last week, Mr Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you. She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly. She left something for you."

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "Mr.P." printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues. A yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY

Tears welled up in my eyes and a heart that had almost forgotten to love, opened wide.

The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words...one for each year of her life...that speak to me of harmony, courage and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand... who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story written by Robert Peterson and serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take the time to enjoy living and life and each other.

I wish you, a sandpiper...

Barb:-)

If you can...

2009-08-09T08:03:00.004-04:00

If you can start your day without caffeine;

If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful;

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains;

If you can understand when loved ones don't have time for you;

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment;

If you can handle stress without medication;

If you can relax without an alcoholic drink;

If you can sleep in the middle of chaos...

Then you're probably the family dog!!

Hope you enjoy your day as much as Dixie seems to be!

Barb:-)

Stella's Hummingbird...

2009-08-06T13:53:00.006-04:00

Out of clutter, find simplicity;
Out of discord, find harmony;
In the middle of difficulty,
lies opportunity.
~Albert Einstein

For the past several weeks, I've been on a de-cluttering mission. It's definitely not a project for wimps. I had trouble making decisions about what to discard and what to keep and where to put things that I did decide to hang on to.

I fashioned a make-shift work bench out of saw-horses and long boards; it was a wonderful place to empty boxes, one at a time. (Even though my car had to set outside during several rainy days. Which wouldn't be so bad, if the trunk didn't leak!!)

All was going along fairly well and I had a few laughs over all the stuff I had collected through the years. What had I been thinking?!

One particular box was filled with small miscellaneous items and an enormous pile of papers. It didn't take me long to discard most of the junk, but going through the papers took considerably longer as I sure didn't want to throw away anything important. A small pink (In Memory of) card caught my eye; a neatly folded piece of white paper stuck out from it's edges.

I read the card first.

It stopped me in my tracks and a flood of memories and tears took over while my heart missed several beats.

Stella had been a close friend of my youngest daughter throughout their school years and only 27 when she lost her life in a tragic car accident. I clearly remember that awful day, even though it was 11 years ago.

The white piece of paper contained a copy of a poem that she had written just one month prior to her death.

As I began to read, an unusual event took place:

A hummingbird flew deep inside the garage, held it's position directly in front of me for much longer than seemed normal, then turned and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. This may not seem too unusual to most, but it was at this time that I happened to notice that the pink card also had a small picture of a hummingbird in the top right corner. I hadn't noticed it before then.

We are all entitled to our own opinions, but mine is that Stella's Spirit visited me for that moment. She wanted me to find her powerful words, and just as importantly, I knew she wanted me to share them with others. She was wise beyond her years.

Because her words are precious and sacred to those who cared so deeply for her, even when her world was troubled, I feel that it's important to keep her poem private.

I will tell you that her message was that of never letting go of hope and keeping faith no matter the odds.

Forgetting what was then;
It's time to begin again.

Powerful... if you take time to think about it.
Thank-you, Stella, for your insight.

Love,
Barb

Conversing with an Ogre...

2009-08-04T07:51:00.009-04:00

It's a narrow, treacherous path that winds it's way to a dark and mysterious corner in the recesses of the back of my mind.

There's an Ogre always lurking there, waiting for just the right opportunity to make my life miserable.

Today, I decided it was time for a confrontation to settle all the absurdities that she has been imposing on me. I knew that once I called her out, there was no turning away. Would I be strong enough to ward off her ire or would I buckle under her constant pressure to only feel defeated again?

Somewhere, in the distance, I could faintly hear a whinny voice (not so unlike my own). It seemed to suck the air out of the space around me. Then an incredible, ugly shadow fell across my path. As I ventured closer, I recognized it as my very own Ogre-of-Self-Doubt. (here on, known as OoSD)

The conversation went like this: (Don't laugh... it's cheaper than therapy!)

OoSD: "So, little lady, you finally worked up enough courage to come looking for me."

Me: "Yes. We need to resolve our differences so I can get on with the important things in my life. Why do you feel the need to block my way?"

OoSD: "Oh, my sweet, I'm only here because you invited me."

Me: "I certainly did not! I don't want you hanging around, always making me feel unworthy of anything I try to accomplish. (whinny voice inserted here)

OoSD: "Unworthy?! Let's get something clear right here and now. I wouldn't be bugging you all the time, if you didn't continue to feed me all your negative crap. I remember a time when you were creative... and vibrant... and energetic."

Me: "How can that be? I don't remember you at all."

OoSD: "Of course you don't remember! I was only a glimmer in your thoughts back then. If you had any doubts about a situation or someone else's motives, you were able to sort out what was right and wrong because you always had confidence in yourself. Although, I have to say, you made some pretty stupid choices at times, but you always pulled through."

Me: "Thanks a lot for that last remark! You sure know how to make a girl feel bad. I have to tell you that I think you've grown up to be quite ugly."

OoSD: "Now don't go having a hissy-fit. You started this, and may I remind you, that it's you who has been serving up a smorgasbord of negativity. It's what I thrive on."

At this point, I sat down on the ground and starred at the tiny mushroom at my feet. I could feel the Ogre's beady eyes watching me.

OoSD: "So... You think that mushroom is pretty?"

Me: "Of course I do. See how fragile it appears and it's such a beautiful shade of orange."

OoSD: "Exactly! You're lucky to have been able to take note of such a tiny creation of Mother Nature. But, I know you. You'll download it onto you laptop and possibly never look at it again. Maybe you'll eventually store it on a flash-drive and it will be lost forever! Yep, that's how you are. Always thinking that your photos aren't good enough. Is it because you don't have one of those fancy smancy cameras with enough gadgets to fit in a 10 gallon tote? Enough already!" Get up off your duff and make things happen!

Me: "Boy, you sure are nasty! And besides, what do you know about laptops, downloads, flash-drives and cameras with the latest gadgetry? You're just on Ogre, for God's sake!

OoSD: "Ha! I know more than you give me credit for because, if you care to remember, I am YOU. Don't be so critical.

Me: "So, you're saying that I have to get rid of you before I can be successful in anything I plan to do?"

OoSD: "No, of course not. It's your attitude that controls what I become. I wouldn't be so obnoxious and demeaning if you'd throw a few bits of positiveness my way. Sometimes you just need a little shove in the right direction and I'm here to help give you a push. Don't make this such a burden on either of us!"

Me: "Okay, okay. I think I'm beginning to get the picture. Small doses of doubt gives me the opportunity to question what's wrong, choose what's right and let the rest go."

OoSD: "Wooo Haaa, baby! Now you're catching on! I want to tell you this before I go: I love to snack on the negative energy created by those who you let bother you, so keep that damned door shut or I'll never go away!"

Suddenly, a peaceful feeling settled over me and the once-ugly Ogre of Self Doubt began to dissipate before my very eyes and a more gentle being filled the space of my mind. The path ahead appeared brighter and, because it's my nature to feel the need to have the last word, I whispered into the warm afternoon breeze:

"I wish we would have had this conversation a long time ago."

Namaste'
Barb

Hometown Heros...

2009-07-16T20:38:00.006-04:00

The town in which I grew up (just a mere 21 miles from where I reside now), recently took on a very ambitious project.

It was their mission to create a flag-type banner to honor local military personnel (living or deceased), which would be displayed on each and every lamppost along Main Street and also along the new Parkway, skirting the Susquehanna River.

The response was unbelievable and the sight is awesome!

Yesterday, as I was driving along the south end of Main Street, heading for home, tears filled my eyes when I saw the flags honoring my Dad and Brother.

Dad passed away in 2003. I miss him terribly and I still ask him for advice... and he appeared yesterday when I least expected it.

John is my mentor, even though he lives hundreds of miles away. His advice and love has gotten me through some pretty rough patches in my life.

Semper Fi.

OO-RAH!
Bobbie

Time Out...

2009-07-12T12:36:00.003-04:00

Game Camera Shots...

2009-07-11T18:34:00.005-04:00

This mother and her twins are often seen around our area.

Even though the pictures from the game camera aren't in color, they give a closer look at the Deer Family than I can get with my simple Nikon-ish zoom!

Hope you enjoy seeing the wildlife that I see almost daily.

Meaning of Yellow...

2009-07-09T17:10:00.011-04:00

The color of the sun, yellow gives us a feeling of:

Joy.
Clarity.
Happiness.

Cheer.
Energy.
Brightness.

Sunshine.
Creativity.
Friendliness.

Hope.
Optimism.
Inspiration.

Hope all your days are filled with yellow!

Barb:-)

Reds for Ruby Tuesday...

2009-07-07T10:09:00.004-04:00

Immediately after snapping a picture of this wild raspberry, I plucked it from the stem and devoured it's sweetness.

After all, it would take only another 100 of them to make a pie and the bushes weren't that loaded!

Now, this is what I call a loaded bush! It's growing next to the local bank in town and appears to be basking in a substantial return on it's IRA (Initial Red Appearance)!

Thanks to Mary at Work of the Poet for hosting Ruby Tuesday. You'll find many subjects of red over there, so don't forget to check them out when you get the chance.

Have a beautiful Ruby Tuesday, everyone!
I leave you with...

Barb:-)

Favorite Place...

2009-07-06T18:58:00.004-04:00

As much as I fussed about the recent purchase of The Tiny Tiller, I'll have to admit that it was a good idea.

It has made life a whole lot easier for the Chief, now that his tomato and potato plants have gone crazy with all the rain that we've had! No weeds... just beautiful, healthy veggies, row upon row.

I love sitting here at this little table with my coffee and look out over the garden, knowing that it won't be long before there will be fresh tomato sandwiches, zucchini and eggplant for casseroles, squash to fry, and lettuce, radishes and cucumbers for many delicious salads.

My mouth waters as I type!

And the sky overhead... How beautiful is that?

Fuzz, Frog, & Flowers...

2009-07-05T20:36:00.009-04:00

I'm feeling a little sad for these wee ones!

Their mother built their home on top of the air conditioner, and even though they may have remained dry through the recent storms, their little brains must get scrambled when the conditioner is running! The noise and vibration has to be pretty intense at times!

Today, while putting algae treatment in my garden ponds, I nearly stepped on this poor little guy.

Is it any wonder? His outstanding camouflage nearly cost him his life!

Daisies and Yarrow grow in wild abandonment along country roads.

July 4th ~ more than hotdogs and beer...

2009-07-04T11:21:00.006-04:00

Today, I received this in an e-mail and thought it was well worth passing on. There was no credit given the artist and that is sad, as they are wonderful beyond words.

There were several more exquisitely painted feathers, but I chose these, because I thought they were appropriate to represent our Independence Day.

The following story left a lump in my throat:

After a devastating fire in Yellowstone National Park, Forest Rangers were sent out to assess the damage caused by the inferno.

One Ranger found a bird perched at the base of a tree, it's small body literally petrified in ashes. Upon further investigation, he moved it's scorched body and three tiny chicks scurried out from underneath their dead mother's wing.

The mother bird had been keenly aware of the impending danger and had gathered her babies together to protect them. When the blaze came and the heat scorched her body, she remained steadfast...

Because she had been willing to die, so those under her wing would live.
**********************************************************

With corruption at an all-time high, both at higher and lower government levels, at least we can be grateful to our Military for providing us with their endless protection. I, for one, am glad to be under their wing.

I challenge anyone who believes differently.

Seriously.

Enjoy your Independence today, and every day.

And give credit, where credit is due.

Barb:-)

An Award from Ontario...

2009-07-02T14:13:00.006-04:00

Just when you think your chin can't get any closer to the floor and your self-confidence has gone by the way of the wind:

Along comes a total stranger, whom you've only met through the internet world of blogging, and bestowes upon you, an award for having a Beautiful Blog!

Oh my...
I feel so special...
To have received this Award...
Thank-you, Beverley, from Ontario...

If you're a Blogger and have discovered some pretty awesome blogs that you enjoy reading, please pass the Award on to them. I'm sure they will be as pleased to receive it as I was.

Don't forget to post the Beautiful Blog Award on your side-bar and include a link back to the Blogger-friend who sent it to you.

Also...
Leave each of them a comment to let them know how much they deserve this special recognition.

These Ladies rock!
They are an inspiration to me, each one in their own way. They all deserve the Beautiful Blog Award!

Check them out...
You'll be impressed!

1. Gayle
2. Terry
3. Sarah
4. Becky
5. Brandi
6. Tabitha
7. Caroline
8. Stephanie

Have a beautiful day, each and every one!

A Flicker of Red for Tuesday...

2009-06-30T09:16:00.005-04:00

At first glance, I thought I was seeing a Woodcock. They frequent our yard on a regular basis, so I didn't get too excited with the sighting.

But...
As it hopped closer and closer toward the house, I realized the bird had a red cap.

Hummm...
Out came my Field Guide to North American Birds for identification! It's markings told me it wasn't a Red-headed woodpecker or a Pileated woodpecker.

Ahhhh...
Here it is! The markings are exactly like the picture shown. It must be a Ladder-backed woodpecker!

But...
Something just didn't seem right: The Ladder-back was common in the southwest. I reasoned that, like humans, they could become a little off course and he was making the best of the surroundings around him.

Hummm...
Off he flew. Another clue. In flight, his white rump was obvious. Back to my Field Guide.

Ahhhh...
A positive identification! I was certain I was watching a Common Flicker, which is the only woodpecker in North America that commonly feeds on the ground. They are also the only brown-backed woodpeckers found in the East.

His red cap may not be very big, but just enough to qualify for Ruby Tuesday and I was happy that he (and his mate) hung around for a few days.

You might not spot a Flicker where you are, but you'll find plenty of red over at Mary's Work of the Poet.

Friday Evening...

2009-06-27T20:37:00.010-04:00

Great Wine.

Delicious Food.

Wonderful Friends.

Peaceful Lake-side View.

Thank-you, Gracious Hostess!

Special Ruby Tuesday Moments...

2009-06-23T19:13:00.005-04:00

Two subjects that I never get tired of taking photos of and I was excited to think that I was able to capture them both in the same shot.

It's as if Mrs. Bluebird was saying the Pledge to the flag... and it's my bet that she didn't leave out under God !

A Tiger Swallowtail sipping sweet nectar from the local Hummingbird Hangout.

He wasn't a bit bashful, so he let me get within inches for a really clear shot.

Thanks to Mary at Work of the Poet for keeping the Ruby in Tuesdays!

Happy Ruby Tuesday to everyone.

A dead mouse and the Fairy Godmother...

2009-06-23T00:54:00.007-04:00

A real-honest-to-goodness story.
I'll keep it as brief as possible.

It all started with this e-bay thingy, which, if you know Mr. Keeper-of-the-Mountain, that shouldn't surprise you.

For some time, he has wanted one of those little tillers so he could work closely around his tomato crop. And wasn't it lucky that he just happened to find one on e-bay? And wasn't it lucky that the cost was within his budget? I'm not so sure who has been setting the so-called budget lately, but I guess it's only fair that he gets a tiller... after all, I splurged on a load of double ground mulch a couple of weeks ago... which, by the way, isn't spread yet!

Back to the story:
The drawback to winning this auction was the fact that the tiller was a pick-up only. Okay. Where?

WHERE???? FOUR HOURS AWAY??? (wtf) ARE YOU NUTS???

Chapter II of this story gets even better:
I agreed to go. A perfect opportunity to get some great pictures in the Catskill Mountains of NY. The day was sunny and beautiful. Mr. Mountain Man decides that it would be a good idea to drive my car because it would get better gas mileage. "Yep", he said,"the handle of that tiller model comes apart so it will fit nicely in your trunk."

Okay, I can deal with that, except for one BIG drawback: As is common in our garage, mice frolic, eat, poop and build nests wherever and whenever they feel like it. One chose to do so in my car somewhere and after eating the bait put out for him, found a comfy spot to expire! Even with extensive cleaning, I never found the body, but the smell sure has been hanging on, no matter what I tried to do to eliminate it!

Chapter III:
No problem. We rolled the windows down, opened the sunroof and hit the road. Soon, the car was filled with fresh air. Seemed like a perfect photo blast head'n my way!

A couple of other details should be mentioned here also.
1. The GPS was programed to take us to our destination.
2. An ex-truck driver who still believes: "I never went that way before, why should I go that way now?" (Hey we're talking 40 years ago!)
3. A deaf ex-truck driver who couldn't hear the GPS with the windows down. (hell, he can't hear with the windows up!)

You guessed it... I had to repeat everything that the Fairy Godmother of GPS-Land said. A little arguing here and there, with my voice echoing throughout the Catskill Mountains!

I'm happy to report that we had a safe trip, the Chief likes his tiller, the dead mouse still stinks, the Fairy Godmother of GPS-Land has long since gone to bed and that's exactly where I'm headed.

Oh, by the way, I didn't take one damn photo today!

Good Night and sweet dreams.
B:-)

Raindrops keep fall'n...

2009-06-20T19:02:00.006-04:00

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

~Langston Hughes

Remember...
If you allow yourself, you can get more out of a walk in the rain than just wet.

Chuckle for the weekend...

2009-06-20T08:29:00.004-04:00

...and believe me when I say: "If my computer was on the fritz, I'd have it fixed long before I would my cleaner!"

So you know that I'm not going to waste my time cleaning house this weekend, even if it is rainy. Guess it's time to jump in my little red car and see what trouble I can get into! After all, rain drops always provide interesting detail on any photo subject.

Forget the dust on the furniture and mud on the floor. Have fun on your weekend!

After the Rain...

2009-06-18T18:14:00.007-04:00

A little wild Daisy that found a safe haven among perennials in the garden. It's no wonder that my flowerbeds are over-run ~ I never can bring myself to pull any plant, wild or not. If it blooms, it stays!

A group of Lily buds ready to spring to life any day, it's leaves refreshed with today's rain drops.

Baby Bunny came out to play...and eat...after an all-day rain.

My first Day Lily blossom of the season.

Rainy day.
Sunny day.
Enjoy every day.

Sunlight and Dew Drops...

2009-06-17T16:20:00.007-04:00

You know it's going to be a good day when the sun begins it's upward travel in a way that makes the fluffy clouds light up.

And the morning dew on the tips of the wild strawberry plants appear like tiny diamonds.

Can't beat a day like that!

Hope you had a day that sparkled too.

Unusual Ruby for Tuesday...

2009-06-16T11:06:00.005-04:00

Yesterday, while visiting a friend, I happened to glance out her kitchen window and knew that I had a perfect subject for this week's Ruby Tuesday photo shot.

There, hanging in a huge Maple tree, was her Poinsettia plant that she had lovingly cared for enough that it's leaves were still red! (I consider myself lucky just to keep them in blossom through the Christmas Holiday!)

Unusual.
A Poinsettia
In a Maple Tree.
In NE Pennsylvania.
In the middle of June.
Still blooming red.
In a Maple Tree.
A Poinsettia.
Unusual.

Don't forget to visit other Ruby Tuesday participants over at Mary T's. They all have some pretty fascinating photos.

This Place is for the Birds...

2009-06-15T14:03:00.016-04:00

"Barb's garden fountain looks a bit deeper than her two bird baths. Guess I'll try it out."

"Ahhh... This is great. Hey, no peeking!"

"I'll just sit here and let my feathers dry out before I go feed that lazy young'n of mine."

"See him over there in the grass?"

"He thought he'd try out his wings before he was ready and now he expects me to make sure he gets his lunch every day. Kids!"

Mrs. Blue Bird, who's babies are still in the nest, watches the activities from an over-head wire.

Have lunch with a friend.
Her kids might be bugging her too and she needs a time-out!

Flag Day...

2009-06-13T21:24:00.005-04:00

Even though Flag Day is not considered an official Federal Holiday, on June 14, 1937, Pennsylvania became the first (and only) state to celebrate Flag Day as a State holiday.

I'm proud to say that Old Glory flys high every day here at this mountain home!

A White Tassel and a Naked Lady...

2009-06-11T19:02:00.017-04:00

Week two of Wreck This Journal was trickier than I thought. Now I have to confess to being a wimpy wrecker.

How hard can it be to fill a two-page spread with all things white? I rummaged through all my junk and found a tassel, buttons, tags, an unprinted address label, a silk rose bud and bits and pieces of a paper doily. Cool stuff... but boring as hell.

White is nice, but shouldn't be left standing alone. Pink, being my favorite, would be just right for a little splash of color.

It still looks a little too prissy to be in a journal of mass destruction. But I like it anyway.

My next attempt was showering with my journal.
Take I:
I propped my journal upright behind my shampoo after I turned the water off. Only a small amount of water wicked up the pages. What a cheat! What a wimp!

Take II, Day two:
I propped my journal upright behind my shampoo, but it wouldn't stay in place.

Take III:
It was obvious what had to be done. So... standing there in all the glory that my nakedness would allow me, I quickly gave the spine a firm snap. Ouch! It hurt me more than the book, but at least it was more manageable. Another mission accomplished: Cracked spine. Yeahhhhh!

Take IV:
I propped my journal upright behind my shampoo and turned the water on full force. I turned my back, trying not to care how wet the pages were getting. When I finally did have enough courage to peek, I was pleasantly surprised at the waviness of the pages and the random water spots.

Click on the above photo to enlarge, so you can see that I really wasn't cheating this time!

Refreshed and rejuvenated, my journal and I are ready to take on a new week of wrecking, with all doubts and inhibitions washed down the drain. Hopefully!

I have to admit, though, there's something really weird about taking a camera to the bathroom with you.

See you right here next Friday.

Don't forget to check on other Journal Wreckers at Jamie's. You'll find some pretty creative juices flowing over there!

Pretty in Pink...

2009-06-10T21:04:00.007-04:00

The Peonies seem to be smaller this year, but, none the less, they brighten up the front lawn, where they share a bed with my lavender Iris.

While the Iris are beginning to fade away, the Peonies are now dominating the color scheme. Follow this beauty from bud to blossom and look deep into it's very center.

So many Rubies, so little time....

2009-06-09T08:16:00.009-04:00

Gems found off the beaten path.

So many more Rubies over at Work of the Poet.

Hope you find gems in your day!

B:-)

Canyon Vista View...

2009-06-08T18:28:00.007-04:00

It's a road less traveled.

A narrow road, winding it's way through lush green forest, skirting freshly plowed fields, crossing rocky streams and passing through quaint little villages.

If you happen to have an ongoing love for nature and a strong desire to leave your daily worries behind, you won't mind the trip.

World's End State Park, nestled along the banks of the Loyalsock Creek in Sullivan County, is one of Mother Nature's masterpieces where exploring the treasures of the outdoors brings back fond memories and gives you good reason to create new ones.

Roasting marshmallows and telling stories around an evening campfire is the perfect ending to a day of swimming, fishing and hiking. If you enjoy camping, there are cabins available along the creek and also grounds to set up tents and trailers.

The trails are well marked for novice hikers and there are some trails that present a challenge, even for the most experienced hikers.

Before you leave, however, don't miss the chance to cross the creek by way of the covered bridge and grab lunch and a cold drink at an old fashioned country store. It's just a short distance from the Park.

Wait for me while I catch my breath!

Wishing everyone great adventures!

B:-)

Random Shots from the Week...

2009-06-07T19:46:00.008-04:00

The water in my garden ponds are up to par at this point, but I haven't seen my fish in a while!

Sure hope they are just hanging out at the bottom instead of having become a snack for a hungry night time predator. Unfortunately, that's always a possibility when you live in the woods!

My flowerbeds are weed-free, sans mulch. I screwed up the budget and bought a load, but haven't gotten it all spread yet. I'll probably get that finished about as quick as I catch a glimpse of the fish in my pond!

This too can be expected when you live in the woods. (Meaning: I can always find a good reason, especially if I have my camera in tow, to bypass shoveling and/or raking!)

I like how the copper star appears to be watching over the bed of Iris.

Raindrops on an Iris after a brief afternoon shower.

A second-year cub looking for a yummy morsel of corn. He's fun to watch, but I'm not too fond of seeing the big male who visits every now and then.

Hope you see wonderful sights during your week.

Wrecked-Week One...

2009-06-05T18:23:00.015-04:00

Okay.

Here goes.

I think I may be waaaay out of my comfort zone on this one!

I procrastinated for a week or so before I finally made up my mind to give this Journal Wrecking a shot. There was a time when I thought I wanted to try doing an Altered Book, but when it came right down to the actual alterations, I panicked.

Yeah... Really...

I just couldn't bring myself to write, paste, tear, glue, etc., any page!

So, I want to tell you all, right up front, that this project is really going to be a challenge. I'm scared, but deep down, I think there is a bit of a devil wanting to break free!

I've studied the pages and have already made a small entry on the sticky page. Hey, it's a start!

This really is going to be a lot of fun and when I get a quiet moment, I'm going to visit all the other participants.

Come on.
Be brave.
Be yourself.
Wreck a Journal!

Join us at Jamie's ~ she's the one who got us started!

I plan on doing some serious wrecking this week, so check my journal pages out right here next Friday. I hope to have some really cool photos for you.

Sweeeeeeeet...

2009-06-03T14:29:00.011-04:00

The Honey Locust.

So named for the sweet tasting pulp of it's mature pods, which is fodder for grazing animals such as cattle and horses.

Their cream-colored blossoms appear in late spring and are strongly scented, giving good reason to linger along the roadside and indulge in their offering. I had a hard time convincing myself that I should leave my vantage point and head up over the mountain for home!

If ever there was a time to invent a scratch-and-sniff feature on Blogger, this would be it! Their scent is second only to that of a Stargazer Lily.

The wood of the Honey Locust is sturdy and highly resistant to rot, therefore is useful in the making of fence posts and rails.

So... they not only provide good eating for the cattle, they also are helpful in keeping them in the cafeteria! How cool is that?

B:-)

Flowers, just because...

2009-06-02T10:12:00.008-04:00

It was a wonderful surprise.

This simple, but elegant, bouquet.

From my daughter, just because she knew I needed them!

Perfect boost for my spirits and perfect for Mary T's Ruby Tuesday.

Precious Moments of Quiet...

2009-06-01T09:32:00.007-04:00

Appointments to keep.

Obligations to meet.

Life has a habit of rearranging a person's living and finding quiet moments isn't easy. Today, I have the privilege of just being:

Being alone.

Being quiet.

Being me.

I've missed being a part of the blog-sphere for the past couple of weeks. It seems like it's been forever since I've checked in on all my favorite bloggers. To those of you who have left comments or sent e-mails... I apologize for not responding.

So... I'm sending you a big bouquet of my Lilacs just so you know that I appreciate every comment and concern. I only wish I could send along their heavenly scent too!

Thank-You! Thank-You! Thank-You! From the bottom of my heart!

Legend of the Dogwood...

2009-06-01T00:09:00.004-04:00

In Jesus' time, the Dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.

'Twas strong and firm, it's branches interwoven
For the cross of Christ, it's timbers were chosen.

Seeing the distress at this use of it's wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:

"Never again shall the Dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so.

Slender and twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the cross, for all to see.

As blood stains the petals marked in brown
The blossom's center wears a thorny crown.

All who see it will remember Me
Crucified on a cross from the Dogwood tree.

Cherished and protected, this tree shall be
A reminder to all of My agony."

~Author unknown

Just a legend...

Nowhere in the Bible does it state the type of wood that was used to construct the cross on which Christ was crucified. Regardless, this is a wonderful poem and the Dogwood tree remains cherished and protected to this day.

Wonder.

Believe.

Rewards of the Simple Life...

2009-05-20T22:44:00.008-04:00

To find the universal elements enough;

To find the air and the water exhilarating;

To be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter;

To be thrilled by the stars at night;

To be be elated over a bird's nest or wildflower in Spring;

These are some rewards of the simple life.
~John Burroughs

Good Thought for Ruby Tuesday...

2009-05-19T08:48:00.005-04:00

A Reminder for All of Us...

Happy Ruby Tuesday!

Thanks to Mary T. for hosting this fun meme.

Glimmers of light...

2009-05-18T16:21:00.005-04:00

It's Apple Blossom time and there's no match for the color that Mother Nature has created for such a fragrant bloom.

Baby bunny making a choice between sun and shade.

Back-lighting of the heart of a Crab Apple blossom.

Sunlit swirls of green Hosta leaves.

Hope you also enjoyed little pleasures over your weekend.

B:-)

Down on the Farm...

2009-05-16T22:22:00.005-04:00

My...
What big ears you have!

A lot of sweaters can be made from the gathering of wool from this flock! Click on the photo so you can better see their reflection in the pond. It was one moment of this day that the sun was actually shinning.

Three strands of wire fence, even though electrified, doesn't seem quite enough to keep this big guy in his pasture.

I kept my distance and gave him lots of Nikon-ish ZOOM!

The rains came later in the afternoon, making the driveway look like a small creek. I'm not complaining because we need all the rain we can get, as the gas drilling operations are taking an unusual amount away from our supply. To me, it merits worrying about.

Wishing everyone a great week!

B:-)

Sheep Story...

2009-05-15T15:36:00.003-04:00

While walking through the woods on South Mountain, two guys came across a deep hole.

"Sure looks deep", says one guy.

"Sure does", replied the other guy. "Lets toss in a few pebbles and see if we can tell how deep it really is."

They tossed the pebbles.
They waited.
No sound.

They rolled a big rock over the edge.
They waited.
And waited.
Still no sound.

They noticed a railroad tie in some nearby weeds and decided to try that. After much tugging, they managed to maneuver it to the edge and push it over.

Suddenly, a sheep appeared out of nowhere, running as fast as it's little legs could carry it, and jumped in the hole!

A neighboring farmer wandered out of the weeds and asked, "Did you fellas happen to see my sheep?"

"Sure did! It was the strangest thing we've ever seen. It ran by us and jumped headfirst into that deep hole. Couldn't believe our eyes!"

"Nope", the farmer said. "Couldn't have been my sheep. Mine was chained to a railroad tie."

Just a little chuckle for the day.

B:-)

Taking a Break...

2009-05-14T10:01:00.006-04:00

Sometimes, it's just good to have a rainy day to justify sitting back in the recliner, laptop positioned comfortably, while doing nothing more than pound on the keyboard or reading everyone else's blog to see what they are up to.

For me, this is the day, it's 10 AM and I'm still in my PJ's.
I heard it's the dress code for today!!

Yesterday was the one day that I always dread every Spring. When the weather is warm enough, it's time to drain the garden ponds, and I end up wallowing around in fish poop most of the day. I lost half a dozen of my largest Koi over the winter, but I have a better plan for this year and don't expect to loose any of the 13 that I have left.

Shiny pond liner...
After hours of scrubbing.

Clear, sparkling water...
Straight from the spring.

Ohhhh...
Yeahhh...
The fish are gonna love me!

Touches of Red...

2009-05-12T19:21:00.005-04:00

It's been a busy day here on the Mountain, and Ruby Tuesday has once again nearly slipped away before I've had a chance to post my red for the day.

We have three of these flowering Crab Apple trees in the front yard and they are very close to full bloom.

Yep... I know they are closer to pink than red , but can you give me a little break here?

Because they are not only pretty... but, if I didn't post this picture... I'd have nearly zip for Mary T's fun meme!

I splurged today and bought myself a new pair of gardening gloves:
Red cuffs.
Red Ladybugs.

Guess they'll keep me from falling completely into the zip file for this week!

Have a great Ruby Tuesday and visit Work of the Poet for other red posts.

'In God We Still Trust'...

2009-05-09T20:23:00.007-04:00

The song in the video below is from a Las Vegas Diamond Rio concert.

Major radio stations do not play the song, 'In God We Still Trust' because it is considered politically incorrect.

I, for one, think it's awesomely beautiful and EVERYONE should hear it ~ and I hope it makes it all around the world!

But... before you play it, please go to the bottom of this page and click on the large button on my playlist to turn off my blog's background music.

Enjoy.

B:-)

Wildflowers for Mother's Day...

2009-05-09T19:19:00.012-04:00

No... No... No...

I said,
"I wish you beautiful MOMENTS and wild FLOWERS!"

However you celebrate Mother's Day...
Be Happy!

B:-)

Blame it on the Fiddleheads...

2009-05-08T13:06:00.002-04:00

Being late is right near the top of my list of pet-peeves.
I happen to think that it's:

Rude.

Selfish.

Impolite.

Irresponsible.

Disrespectful.

Inconsiderate.

All, of course, basically mean the same thing, and can only be excused if one has a valid reason.

This is my valid reason... it's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I DID leave a few minutes earlier than was necessary.
I DID have my camera.
I DID see the fern that I had seen a couple of days earlier (when I DIDN'T have my camera!)
I DID take into consideration that I was 45 minutes away from my destination and that if I stopped for a photo, I would have to make up time when I got to the paved road.
I DID stop anyway.
I DID climb up the bank.
I DID consider that the close-up shot was going to be well worth the effort.
I DID drive over the speed limit (WAY over!) to make my appointment.
I DID arrive only 3 minutes later than planned.

Regardless...
I was late.

And now, I'm at the top of my own pet-peeve list.

Still...
Some things are just worth fiddling with!

Enjoy your day.

B:-)

Weep for me...

2009-05-06T00:04:00.008-04:00

With hollowed heart, the Willow weeps;
A murmur deep within.

It's constant struggle to withstand,
Nature's unrelenting wind.

But, could it be,
The Willow tree,
Despite it's hollowed heart?

Lends strength to those who weep themselves,
Beneath the Willow tree.

A Plain & Simple Rambling.

Ruby Plants for Ruby Tuesday...

2009-05-04T20:44:00.007-04:00

The Peony Shoots are beginning to gain more and more strength with each sunny day.

In just a few weeks, their blossoms will burst into a riot of different shades of pink... and if my memory serves me right, there are a couple of white ones among the bunch.

The ruby-tipped Hen is a pretty addition to my garden where, soon, there will be little chicks everywhere.

Seriously.

Their reproduction rate is just about equal to that of the rabbits around here!

A gorgeous May sunset brings this Ruby Tuesday to a close.

But... before you go, please visit Mary T's, Work of the Poet, where you'll find some very interesting photos.

This is what he'd say...

2009-05-04T08:56:00.006-04:00

"I despise weekend shopping!"

"The traffic was horrible and I nearly got my nut crushed!"

I'll be back later.

....cuz, I have photos all ready for Ruby Tuesday.

Imagine that!

B:-)

Dirt Digging Day...

2009-04-30T09:49:00.009-04:00

Yesterday.
Wednesday, April 29.
A gorgeous day to be outside.

There is a lot of clean-up to be done after the long winter months and I've been patient as long as possible. It still might be a little too soon, but I'm ready to get the process under motion.

Digging in the dirt has a way of putting your mind back on track, if you're so inclined to let it: Close-up and personal with the simple things that Mother Nature has intended for us to enjoy.

As I clean decaying leaves away from tiny plants, just barely emerging from the yet cool earth, my heart always skips a beat. Each year, I'm amazed at their resilience.

The old saying about Perennials is true:
The first year... they sleep.
The second year... they creep.
The third year... they leap!

And so it is... I have Perennials leaping all over the place!

I never know where I'll find the Ladies Mantle (better known as Dew Plant). They are a very invasive plant and will take over the entire flower bed, if allowed their own agenda! Dew drops can be found on their leaves most of the time, hence their nickname and are pretty while small. Mid-summer, they produce chartreuse-colored flowers on long stems that fall over with the least amount of wind or rain. I usually cut them back so they don't look so haggard.

As I was doing some edging, I couldn't help but think that even my flower beds are going to be affected this year by the World economy. There was a time when I just picked up the phone, dialed my mulch-man and asked him to deliver a load of his best double-ground bark as soon as possible. When he showed up, I wrote him a check without hesitation.

That isn't going to happen this year! I'll just fluff up the old mulch, wish the little flowers my very best and try to keep the weeds to a minimum.

Whaaa Laaa... just saved $170!

Jury duty tomorrow.
Wish me luck.

Try to find joy in your dirt!

Running out of Time...

2009-04-28T21:35:00.008-04:00

Gosh...
Where does the time go?

Just a few bits and pieces of red before Ruby Tuesday comes to an end for another week. (The clock hands and outside edge REALLY are ruby in color. Guess I lost the effect when I zoomed in.) Hey... the bricks are red!!!!

I'd like to say that I'll be more prompt next Tuesday, but can't promise anything at this point.

By this time of day, I'm sure everyone has checked out other Ruby Tuesday photos over at Mary T's, Work of the Poet! If you haven't, your really should, because you'll find some pretty neat stuff there.

Enjoy the rest of your week.

Seven Daffodils...

2009-04-28T20:56:00.009-04:00

I may not have a mansion, I haven't any land,
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hand.
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills,
And kiss you...
And give you...
Seven Daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things,
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings,
And show you mornings on a thousand hills,
And kiss you...
And give you...
Seven Daffodils.

Oh...
Seven Daffodils, all shining in the sun,
to light our way to evening when our day is done.

And I will give you music and a crust of bread,
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head.

A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head...

(Lyrics from the Brother's Four 1964 song, Seven Daffodils.)

Sunshine to you,
Barb:-)

Wet Ruby Tuesday...

2009-04-20T20:17:00.008-04:00

This morning, as I looked out the kitchen window, I wouldn't think of mentioning the snow-covered ground.

And I wouldn't think of mentioning the snow flakes changing to sleet before I could take my second sip of coffee.

And I wouldn't think of mentioning that I had to dig out a turtle-neck and sweat shirt to wear today.

So... as long as I haven't mentioned how cold and depressing the weather has been today, I'll just post some sunny photos to celebrate Ruby Tuesday!!

A perfect red roof, without a shadow of doubt, and a gold star to validate it!

The Pussy Willows are nearing their fuzzy stage.

Blue skies from a couple of days ago and the Maple buds I love so much.

See many other great Ruby Tuesday photos HERE.

And I wouldn't think of mentioning that it's still cold and rainy.

Meet the Neighbors...

2009-04-19T11:23:00.008-04:00

We humans aren't the only ones who are grateful that winter is over! The temperature might take a dip at night, but as long as there are sun-filled days to follow, we'll all be happy and productive.

The rabbits munch on every tender blade of new grass they can find.

The Blue Birds are flitting around, scoping out the area housing. They are very fussy about where they set up housekeeping and start their families.

Soooo... each season, we faithfully clean all the birdhouses, in hopes that a pair or two will give us the privilege of seeing their babies grow.

I took this photo through the front window, so I'm thinking that's the reason it's a little blurry. Couldn't be my fault, right???

Bear tracks have been spotted in the area, but this is the first bear of the season to actually visit our back yard. He looks pretty healthy for laying around all winter!

His eyesight might be poor, but his hearing was pretty darn sharp... one little sound from my camera and he ran for the bushes, so I wasn't able to zoom in closer.

And the curtain closes on another beautiful day in Pennsylvania.

Caution, rant ahead...

2009-04-14T09:44:00.008-04:00

It's amazing how fast the weeks go by.

I always make promises to myself that I'm going to use my time wisely, to do the things that not only NEED to be done, but also those things that would be pleasurable.

Because... lets be honest here.
How in hell can doing the laundry, cleaning the house, fixing three meals a day and putting the kitchen back in order afterwards, yadda, yadda, yadda... be a pleasure?

The everyday need-to-be-done-because-I'm-the-woman-of-the-household crap leaves a lot to be desired.

It's an old-fashioned concept, which may be a delight and even a privilege to some devoted Ladies of the Household, but by the time I'm finished with my so-called duties, I'm too exhausted for anything else.

Gosh... when I started this post, I never intended to sound whiny. (After re-reading, I was going to change it; instead, I changed the title so you would be fore-warned and could have the option of leaving if you didn't want to listen to me complain).

So... eventually, I'll get past this blah feeling, take my migraine medicine, and post my photo for Ruby Tuesday.

The photo didn't turn out as planned; In real life mode, the red buds of the Maple were vivid against the backdrop of the barn's tin roof. If you embiggen it, you'll be able to see it a little better. You just had to be there! I'll try to do better next Tuesday!

But... if you go over to Work of the Poet, Mary T. will show you where to find a treasure of Rubies!

Oh yeah... time to put another load of clothes in the washer.

Have a nice day.

Barb:-)

Cold, cold heart...

2009-04-11T11:57:00.011-04:00

Mother Nature can be fickle during the month of April here in the mountains of northeastern PA.

One day, she lures you out onto the deck to enjoy your first cup of coffee of the day, making it easy to ignore a slightly cool breeze as her sunshine warms your cheeks.

On another day, she covers the purple crocus and other early spring plants with a blanket of white.

It's amazing how quickly her heart can turn stone cold!

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They stand side by side, tall and strong, against the winds of time.
Together.

They support each other through all kinds of adversities.
Partners.

What will be in human life,
So it will be in nature.

A stretch of the imagination, but, could it be?

A She-Tree and a He-Tree!

Sorry... couldn't resist... gotta go now... feel the need to bite the ears off a chocolate marshmallow rabbit.

Have a wonderful Easter day.

Country Roads...

2009-04-06T17:48:00.007-04:00

Living in rural Pennsylvania has it's advantages.

Where else could you stop in the middle of a road to conduct a photo-shoot?

Of course... you'd have to be an idiot to even give thought to that move. After all, you run the risk of being hit by a tractor pulling a manure spreader!

Yep...
An idiot.
A complete photo-crazed idiot.

That be me!!!

But hey (hay)... I managed to pull it off with nary a manure spreader in sight and lucked out, getting a couple of great shots for Ruby Tuesday in the process.

No wonder this farmer didn't get all last year's hay off his field. I'm thinking he should have gotten closer to his work.

This thought came to mind as I snapped the below photo:

"It's hard to remember that your main objective is to drain the swamp when you're up to your neck in alligators."

Such are the trials of life.

This dock gives new meaning to out on a limb. Click on the photo and you'll see what I mean! Thank goodness, there aren't any alligators in PA. But regardless, I can't think I'd be idiot enough to step out on the end ~ I only test my luck in the middle of a country road.

Thanks to Mary T. for keeping us all together on Ruby Tuesdays. It's a fun meme to be a part of.

Maple Buds and Tiny Bubbles...

2009-04-04T18:11:00.008-04:00

In this area, the Maple trees have set bud. Therefore, the collection of sap has come to an end for this season.

Once the trees have their new buds, the sap is bitter and if used in Maple Syrup production, the syrup will take on a burned butterscotch taste. Not exactly a good selling point.

This tree had not been tapped, but sap was seeping naturally from part way up it's trunk, puddling at the base. At first glance, it looked like a small amount of snow that was refusing to melt away!

What a surprise I had when I stepped closer.
Bubbles.
Who would have ever guessed?

Click on the photo to catch how beautiful the colors are and if you look real close, you can see the reflection of the amateur photographer!
That was a surprise too.

Simple surprises to make a simple day, simply sweet.

Blue Skies and Yellow Flowers...

2009-04-02T15:47:00.011-04:00

It's the first day that I've felt like going for a walk in a long time. It's still cool enough to wear a sweatshirt, but at least, mittens and earmuffs weren't the order of the day!

I found these pretty little wild flowers along the way and also my Daffodils poking their heads up through last Fall's leaf cover. There's hope!!!!

The moon at 52% of full at 3:32 P.M. today, April 2. Check out my side bar to see it's status right at the moment you're reading this post.

I was pleased the way the photo of the jet turned out and when I look at it, I can think that maybe it was our Sammy! Could be... you never know where the Air Force is going to send him next. It will be a great day when he's back in PA!

This is where I live and it's a good thing the Township installed this new sign so I would remember. There are just days like that!!

Ruby Tuesday...

2009-03-31T08:31:00.005-04:00

Another week has whizzed by, leaving me with no other option than searching through my photo files, looking for a shot for my favorite Ruby Tuesday meme!

When I had taken these photos, I well intended to research the Cowley Line, which obviously has something to do with our local history. And it's also obvious that the owners of this unique set-up are railroad fans like I am!

But, whether I have history facts or not, I'd like to share the sight with all of you on this Ruby Tuesday. Check the many red photos at Work of the Poet for other great shots.

Off and running for another hectic day! Enjoy yours, whatever you have planned.

A Place in the Sun...

2009-03-28T17:34:00.006-04:00

Beyond the sand dunes, a narrow path winds through sea grass and low-lying bushes adorned with tiny yellow blossoms, ending at a secluded place that hardly anyone knows about.

A little beach house is partially hidden among scrub pine, it's clap-board siding weathered from frequent coastal storms.

A white wicker rocker on the front porch is a perfect resting place for any weary soul.

An old-fashioned bicycle, painted a cheery Turquoise, leans against the porch railing.

Pink Bougainvilleas trail wildly up the corner posts.

Inside...
The furnishings are simple: No clutter. No television. No telephone.

Internet Service (which no-one should ever be without!) can be found at a popular down-town coffee shop, where the coffee is superb and the service is friendly. Locals are like that , you know.

A fishing pole stands in a corner near the front door and a straw hat hangs on the back of a small chair.

Sheer curtains, over open windows, flutter in a gentle ocean breeze and the scent of salt air fills every nook and cranny.

If I'm missing, don't look for me here... it's only a figment of my imagination.

... but a good walk on the beach would do much to improve my disposition!

Enjoy your weekend, no matter where your body or spirit is.

Missing friends...

2009-03-24T11:29:00.009-04:00

It's amazing how the weeks fly by!

Ruby Tuesday is more than half over and even though I've had my photo ready for several days, time to write a post has eluded me.

At the bottom of the mountain, next to this small pond, sets a cozy little cottage that is only used by it's owners when the weather is warm and balmy. Knowing that no one was around, I couldn't resist stopping along the road and walking across their yard to get this shot. It was such a temptation to linger awhile and enjoy just a moment of quiet time, looking out over the water. My thoughts were on a couple of dear friends whom I've been missing very much lately.

It would be nice to sit in this comfortable red swing with each of them and talk about all that has been going on in our respective lives:

Children. Grandchildren. Travel. Illness. Accomplishments. Hopes and Dreams (yes, even at our age, we have not yet reached all the stars that we want to reach!). Silly things. Serious things. Simple things. Complicated things.

But...
As bad as things may seem to be sometimes, we will always know that we will be there for each other, no matter where we are ~ near or far.

It's what true friendship is all about.

And...
Wouldn't it be wonderful to share an early morning cup of coffee, a mid-afternoon glass of lemonade or an evening glass of wine, swinging the time away in a peaceful setting such as this, getting back in touch with someone you miss and love? I'm more than ready!

Officially...
The last Winter sunset and a photo worthy of Ruby Tuesday. Soon, we'll be enjoying the many beauties of Spring.

Thanks to Mary at Work of the Poet, we get a chance to share our favorite photos featuring all things with a little or a lot of red! Visit here and see for yourself.

Men in trees...

2009-03-18T20:28:00.007-04:00

This is why a man with a chain saw should never... I mean NEVER... be trusted!

I don't think I'll see blossoms on this Apple tree for the next ten years!
Thank goodness for my photo file so I can remember what they look like.

...and we don't even burn wood.

A little green, a lotta red...

2009-03-17T08:57:00.005-04:00

G'Day to all ye Irish Lads and Lasses!

It's such a fun day to celebrate, especially if you happen to be behind a camera lens, participating in The Ruby Tuesday meme hosted by Mary at Work of the Poet and are lucky enough to find just the right shot to honor the occasion!

She suggested that we might make green the color of the day... in observance of St. Patrick's Day.

I wasn't sure I could forfeit a Ruby Tuesday shot, even for an Irish event; Ruby Tuesday is, after all, Ruby Tuesday! Check here to see how other participants went green on a red day.

When I spied this along the road, all freshly painted and waiting for a new owner to come along, I felt like I had hit the jack-pot!

I felt a wee bit blessed ~ green for St. Patrick's and red for Ruby Tuesday ~ one subject, one shot.

An Irish Blessing:

May the light always find you on a dreary day.

When you need to be home, may you find your way.

May you always have courage to take a chance,
and...

May you never find frogs in your underpants!

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Barb:-)

Weekend Sights...

2009-03-15T13:17:00.009-04:00

Seeing the first Robin of the season always gives hope that Spring is just a few weeks away.

But... A small ice formation at the end of the hollowed log between my ponds soon lets you know that Old Man Winter is still leaving evidence that he's lurking close by!

An Amish buggy that didn't quite make it to the Sunday Gathering.

Fog and Flakes...

2009-03-12T11:57:00.008-04:00

Imagine the mysteries that will unfold as the early morning fog rises above the smallest of creatures, away from the lofty pine.

Come sit with me and imagine the wonders of the upcoming day.

Fleeting, fluffy flakes greeting the early morning, disappearing nearly as quickly as they came. Which is a good thing!

A walk in the cold...

2009-03-09T19:36:00.007-04:00

Wet. Wind. Cold.

...but I was determined to find a Ruby Tuesday subject to photograph.

It didn't happen! Everything outside is still dreary and gray, no matter where you look. My walk only produced wet feet and jeans, cold ears, runny nose and watery eyes.

So, from my photo file, I give to you the best I could come up with for this Tuesday.

A candle looses nothing by lighting another candle.

There are some of my readers who know how crazy I am for all-things-railroad, so it's easy to understand why I just had to stop next to this siding to catch a shot of an old boxcar! Lined it up pretty darn good to catch the reflection in the sunroof of my little red car, if I don't mind saying so myself!

Hop on over to The Work of the Poet to check out other Ruby Tuesday entries. You'll find some pretty amazing photos from many other bloggers.

Little Hints...

2009-03-08T15:00:00.006-04:00

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." ~Charles Dickens

...and so it was, a couple of days ago.

I was thrilled to find that my Pussy Willow Tree was sporting it's very first Spring buds!

And these little green buds popping up from a plant of which I do not know it's name.
All I know is that things are beginning to show teeny tiny hints of nicer days to come... and that's all that really matters!

Have a great day and keep your eyes open for that little hint of Spring.

Sap Tap...

2009-03-06T00:38:00.008-05:00

When should a sap bucket not be a sap bucket???

When it was a kitty litter box in it's previous life!

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not opposed to re-using things and making do with what's at hand, but I think this is just a little too weird! I'm sure they were all sanitized... but still...

I will have to admit, at least the Tidy Cat buckets do have lids to keep debris from falling into the sap. That's more than I can say about the old fashioned galvanized pails pictured below.

If you think about it long enough, there is a mirage of slogans rising from the event of sap gathering with Tidy Cat equipment:

"Tidy up your breakfast pancakes with our very own homemade Maple Syrup."

"Our Maple Syrup is the cat's meow."

"Even Miss Kitty is impressed with our homemade Maple Syrup."

"This Syrup sticks to your pancakes like kitty litter sticks to a cat's butt."

Ohhhh... This could go on and on, but it would only get worse from this point.

Eating pancakes will never be the same!

Yesterday's Treasures...

2009-03-05T09:35:00.008-05:00

Without a doubt, I had a hard time getting in gear yesterday.

It wasn't as if the weather was all that bad, but I just didn't seem to have the energy to move. I wallowed around in my misery for most of the morning and then decided it was time to build that proverbial bridge and get over it!

Off I went... of course, with camera slung over my shoulder. It was amazing how many photographic opportunities presented themselves along the way and the sun did a lot to boost my morale.

The moon visible at 1:30 in the afternoon...
Check my side bar to see what it looks like right at this very moment!

There's a mountain spring, not far from here.
It's water flowing, cold and clear.
(rhyming words intended ~ just for the heck of it!)

Icy bits of winter are still hanging on.

Enough already!
The sun is beckoning...

He said, She said...

2009-03-03T10:19:00.010-05:00

While sitting in line at the drive-up window of the bank:

She removed the lens cap from the camera, pressed the on button of said camera and hit the down button for the car window ~ all in one easy motion.

He said, "Now what are you taking a picture of?"

(The question is always the same and sometimes it's hard to explain.)

She said, "I just caught sight of something that would be a nice shot for the Ruby Tuesday meme."

He said, "Well, there's a red pick-up truck right in front of us. Why do you want to take a picture of an old building?"

Hmmmmmm!

Funny thing... She didn't even see the truck, but did think the red painted boarded up windows added a little class to an unused brick building. And, the lamp post framed the Ruby Tuesday subject just right!

It's all in what you see when you look.

What truck????????

Check on what others are seeing on this Ruby Tuesday.

Make do and mend...

2009-03-01T15:50:00.001-05:00

Over the years, I've become quite adept in the art of mending:

* Little Girl's dress hems.
* Broken doll arms.
* Ripped blue jeans.
* Belt loops.
* Chair cushions.
* Snowmobile covers.
* and even fences... yep... the honest-to-goodness-barbed-wire-post-hole-digger-fence-stretcher-staples-bigger-than-your-thumb kinda fence!

That was then.

This is now:

* The girls are grown and have kids of their own. And besides, who wears dresses today, anyway??
* Dolls have been replaced with complicated technical thingys.
* Ripped blue jeans are a fashion statement. (thank-goodness, not in every one's opinion!)
* Nix on loops, cushions and covers.
* and I don't ever plan on walking another fence line... much less repair the fence!

This is my latest mending work of art.

Have you priced lampshades recently??? Yeee gads!!! Maybe my handy-work isn't the greatest, but for now, it will have to do!

Next... I'm going to work on my frayed-but-not-completely-broken Spirit. I realize it needs some immediate attention, but I'm also thinking that the lampshade will turn out to be the easiest project of the two!