After a season of prolonged drought, rain came to the Prairie in the form of storms.
'Tis the season for the onslaught of holiday catalogs. Some days I open the mailbox optimistically hoping I find a catalog or two. Perusing catalogs is a mindless activity that can transport one to another world, something akin to a "Take me away, Calgon" moment or an hour spent on Pinterest.
There's lots to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Green circles created by circular sprinklers leave the front yard looking like alien spaceships landed. I told a friend deer have come closer to the house than ever before and they were eating the vegetation, pulling flowers from pots; even eating the palm tree fronds and nipping the pineapple plant.
My "stay-cation" came and went like a dream, as did the quiet.
Looking down from my perch at the upstairs window I could see Harry, the cat, sitting on the bridge over the spillway-his favorite spot.
Dark was the night, darker the trees. Only the moon allowed me to see ...
"Where flowers bloom, so does hope."
Lady Bird Johnson
Planting has always been pretty much hit or miss around here.
It was the oddest thing. There beside the ducks' feeding bowl was a golden egg -- seriously, a golden egg.
The morning temperatures dropped into the low 70's and we were able to sit on the porch under the twirling ceiling fans. It was lovely for a few days following an awfully blistering summer. A couple of hummingbirds
A couple of weeks ago, a Prairie neighbor, Kathy, said she was passing the Shell Station on the new road while talking on her cell phone when she noticed a banty hen, a real one, standing under the big sign that says "Chix-Fried Chicken."
Sometimes it's like other people know something I don't. Like maybe I didn't get the password or learn the secret handshake.
The surgeon said, "There's a small surgical risk that you will lose your sight in your left eye. Without the surgery, it's a certainty."
Making my way slowly down the stairway I placed my right hand on the wall while my left hand covered my eye.
A couple of years back Sam signed up to cut the grass at the church.
Somebody threw out the question what would you miss about the South? Food was a given then it boiled down to friendliness and storytelling. The next day I tried the question on my exercising buddies and the answer was the same. Seems we'll tell a story at the drop of a hat.
There's a lot of eating plans circling around these days with names like "What would Jesus eat," aka the Mediterranean diet, the Paleo diet, aka "What would a caveman eat," and all the vegan and vegetarian diets built on what not to let-ever-cross-your-lips diets.
Work in the garden during the early morning to avoid heat stress, and wear a hat and loose clothes. Felder Rushing.
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