Are you too experiencing these crazy mild temperatures? I can not lie, I am doing a happy dance. There was winter weather this week in the surrounding counties and even parts of ours, but it circled around our little piece of red dirt, and left us with cold rain and just a few flakes. Today …
Well hello, 2020 – are y’all ready for the new roaring ’20s? We didn’t roar, we quietly ushered in the new decade, Mr. Red Dirt and I. We worked together to create a lovely, not so little dinner for the two of us which consisted of steak, lobster, shrimp, baked potato and salad. The fancy …
I had this dream last night, I was traveling around the world seeing beautiful amazing places. I was quite moved by everything I was experiencing and wanted to take photos, I kept pressing the button but my camera wouldn’t respond.
We stood still – eyes locked, playing the game of who will blink first. The bear and I. I was closing up the chicken coops the other night when I looked up and there she was – Mrs. Bear in all her growly big self. I can tell you, I blinked first. I wanted to …
Brilliant sunshine, fallen leaves crispy and crunchy under my feet, heavy with a coating of frost, a thousand diamonds shimmer in the grass. An owl screeches high in the treetops. A donkey is braying loudly and the chickens are beginning their morning chatter. Swoosh swoosh a flock of buzzards soars overhead.
An earthquake, which is not typical for our area, rocked our little house a few years ago, weakening our cabinet structure and cracking walls. Our old roof was leaking and water had seeped into the drywall, causing it to buckle and peel. The worst part was mold was growing. Last year when our beautiful new red …
Double-crossed by a fan dancer – from the movie gold diggers of 1937? Not a particularly good movie in my opinion and I think this was the only funny line. Somehow it tickles my fancy. I love old movies, I like to watch them early in the morning before the sun comes up. It seems …
Everything is covered in raindrops and hues of green, yellow, orange and red. Rooftops and stacks of old wood and piles of construction debris. Even the scrap bowl for the chickens.
There is a certain beauty to it
Yellow, orange and red.
I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
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