Conversations With Myself

Jul9

On Sunday we got back from a week long vacation and I am swimming in pictures and stories.

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So many pictures and stories that most of them will get lost in the shuffle and hardly any will make it on here.

Which is why I thought about doing more blogging while we were gone.

But I didn’t because when we leave town I have an internal conversation that goes something like this:

Me: I should blog about this.

Myself: Yes, but then everyone would know you aren’t at home.

Me: So?

Myself: Well… you know they say bad people will figure out you are gone, where you live and go ransack your house while you are away.

Me: Those people have got to have something more lucrative to do than ransack our house! That would be a waste of time!

Myself: Well, they don’t know that there is nothing worth ransacking until they start ransacking.

Me: But seriously Myself, we have the shotguns with us, not to mention the camera and computer, what could they possible take?

Myself: Nothing, but they don’t know that we don’t have a T.V. or a stereo from this decade with a working power button or any other fun gadgets.

Me: Exactly, what are they going to do, steal the chickens??

Myself: You never know!

Me: I would be sad if my chickens were stolen.

Myself: See!

Me: I suppose then if it does happen all the people who told me never to blog when I’m gone will wag fingers and “I told you so” me – and I hate that.

Myself: As do I.

Me: So we shouldn’t blog.

Myself: Right.

Me: Even though it’s a paranoid, silly reason that we don’t believe in.

Myself: Right, because now we’ve had this discussion so that makes it more real.

Me: It does?

Myself: Yes.

Me: Oh…. Ok, no blogging.

Myself: Hmmm but if there is NO blogging then people could figure out we are gone because we normally blog and it’s a holiday and…

Me: Myself?

Myself: Yes?

Me: Shut up.

Myself: Sorry.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic

Jul8

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic

There is something about yellow hollyhocks that always speaks of nostalgia to me.

Perhaps it’s the flower, perhaps it’s the color, perhaps it’s the memory of feeding the seeds from my grandpas flowers to his chickens.

Whatever it is, the sight of my own hollyhocks blooming in front of the barn had me jumping off the lawnmower for a quick photo break.

Not that I needed much convincing.

Hollyhocks give me warm fuzzy feelings.

Lawns care just make me grumpy.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

Jul3

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

These young Canada Goose siblings looked quite companionable as they swam by.

This Moment – Little Reader

Jun28

A Friday ritual . A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

Jun27

Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

This is the neighbors’ barn as viewed from our upstairs window where I have always sat to rock the girls to sleep.

In the last six years I’ve seen it in the sun, the rain, the snow, the dark, spring, fall, with cows and without.

My favorite is when it’s under a full moon with snow on the ground.

But, lacking snow, I settled for my second favorite and was able to sneak in without waking Jane to get a summer sunset shot.

But That Was Yesterday…

Jun27

Out of the blue Ivy told me: “Mom, you know what? Almost every time you are right.”

I resisted the temptation to gloat, thanked her instead, and life was good.

But that was yesterday…

A Wee Bit Damp

Jun26

It’s a wee bit damp here.

Not to worry, we happen to have a flotilla worth of boats in the barn.

I figured the people go in the first canoe and we’ll string the rest up behind.

We’ll fill another canoe with chickens, one with the essential “stuff”, the dogs can bring up the tail in the kayak and the ducks will swim along next to us.

So go ahead, you stationary front you, drop all the rain you like.

I’m prepared.

Just please, please stop with the giant cracks of thunder at five AM, they cause… disharmony… in my household.

Caption This

Jun23

Sometimes I have a picture that just begs to be shared but my mind is too full of the rest of life (You know like selling our house to the DOT attempting to buy another house, packing, baking cakes, feeding kids… stuff like that.) to write something that will do it justice.

So today I’m cheating and asking you.

How would you caption this picture?

Sweet, Nice and Cute

Jun20

Taking my children out in public transforms them.

It transforms them into kids that people make lovely comments about.

Comments that involve words like sweet, nice, and cute.

Now, mind you, I’m not complaining.

Having demons in private and angels in public is far better than the inverse.

HOWEVER…

I wonder what those same people would think if they heard what happens in the truck when we say goodbye.

Tired girls loose their angelic qualities quickly when left with just Mom for an audience and even my well behaved children have conversations that might stun that nice little old lady in the checkout line….