Because I am behind on my three creative pieces a day, I have included more Fence row surrounding my property in need of painting. I almost got stung many times by the ants taking this photo.
As I returned from my morning walk, I see in the middle of the one way three lane road next to my house a recently deceased by way of tire... squirrel. In the past, kind street walkers have bestowed on me the honor of disposing of dead squirrels hit by vehicles with tossing the road kill into my yard. Not on the easement, but into my yard. So, it was surprising to see that two large buzzards were on my sidewalk when I peeked back outside after a bit that day. Then it dawned on me... they have the squirrel. And indeed they retrieved the squirrel from the road and sat under the shade of the pecan trees that line my easement and dined greatly in the cool of the day. They chose the sidewalk for their meal. They took turns pecking away at the slowly dwindling carcass as I hopped into my car to run an errand. When returning from my short trip, the buzzards were nowhere to be found. I walked down the sidewalk to see the last remains of a fluffy tail and several bones. I head back inside to re...
I dreamed last night of Daffodils and merry making fun I held myself in warmth and found the dream had just begun And when I felt the urge to join in with a song I suddenly awake to find the dream and I were gone And now's the time when wind rushes through the air the thoughts of you are everywhere and this love I cannot bare because the dream of us the theme of us's not there You held my hand that winter day when we were young and bold The day was long and all we did was laugh and get along But somewhere in our lives the time we had grew long and cold And now's the time when wind rushes through the air the thoughts of you are everywhere and this love I cannot bare because the dream of us the theme of us's not there (Chorus) Tell me when the tears will finally end Tell me when my heart will ever mend and songs of old I'll sing them once again my friend You held my hand that winter day when we were young and bold The day was long and all we did was laugh and get alo...
Tinnie Weinee is the name of my mother's 1/4 Jack Russell Terrier and 3/4 Doxie. She loves to snuggle with me when she is over. She smells like "old poor people." She isn't dirty. She just can't afford to shop for thing that are not of absolute necessity. I try to give this 8 year old tiny dog a bath when I can when she is over. When snuggling she attempts to slowly creep further and further toward my face to sneak a quick lick of my face. I avoid this like all get out. I do not actively allow dogs to lick me on any part of my body,- especially the face. But I like her a lot. Except when she pees all over my hardwood floor because she has the highest levels of anxiety of any dog I have even had the pleasure of being around.
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