so many of my favorite colors :: repetitive textures I love :: the wheels turning in a little boy's head :: wishing I could wait on the benches and board the train :: needing such a fence, I think, around my garden :: remembering a good afternoon spent back in time :: an awfully good sucker
And I blame that 95% on the fact that my USB cord has been AWOL for almost a month now. The other 5% is speculation that it's been so obnoxiously hot I may not have had the gumption to post anyway.
So I bring to you (in installments) Summer 2012:
cool water :: pretty treasures :: happy splashing :: creek memories
This time of year these pretty gold fields stand out along just about every dirt road and highway. The corn right now is a deep, delicious green and the bright golden wheat fields standing next to them make a bright, beautiful contrast.
But it won't last for long! Because it's harvest time.
And because of a generous invitation from friends, the kids and I were able to ride along for some harvest action. This is the grain cart/tractor combo that Ruby and I rode in . . .
. . . and August rode in the big ol' combine along with his dear friend Elliana and Driver Brent. (Thank you, Driver Brent.)
These are Ruby's feet. (Sometimes you just sit and wait in the grain cart. We make our own entertainment wherever we go.)
And here we have one happy combine rider.
And one last picture of special friends - Wyatt was not feeling photogenic, and that's okay. Wyatt, I never feel photogenic and if someone had wanted to take my picture yesterday, I would not have bowed out as gracefully as you did. I would have run and hid under the pickup and that's no lie. :)
And thanks also to Driver Austin, our gracious host in the grain cart. Best wishes with your last year at school and I told Brad he so needs to hire you as an apprentice.
There. My work here is done.
My hometown is in a unique geographical spot. It’s a basin area between a large river and the edge of the Sandhills. While many farm this area, its most delightful characteristic, I think, is all the grassland. The meadows are thick and lush with the very best sort of native grasses for cattle and of course, making hay! Because of the many creeks, large and small, that flow through this area there are many more trees than this vast corn-land I now live in.
Sometimes, if you have a heartache and your soul needs a little feeding, a walk down the dirt road that leads past my old home is just the nourishment you need.
In the summer, the ditches are full of these wild roses . . .
Cactus patches like this make me think of school - our little two-room school in the country sat on an acre of pasture that was full of cacti! In the fall before school started, the parents would have a workday that included digging and ridding the playground of cactus. I can’t say they were terribly successful - we spent a lot of time digging cactus out of our shoes, ankles and sometimes behinds!
Well, we are officially home, although I really could have stayed longer. I discovered that it is hard for me to post when I do not bring my own computer. But we didn't have that much luggage space so that's just that.
I leave you with some of my favorite memories of our time in the South.
for Dad . . .
my pretty flower . . .
my handsome hubby . . .
my son exploring a plantation . . .
a dollhouse we wanted to take home . . .
a back porch view . . . lemonade, anyone?
(Oh, I forgot. I don't live there. Sorry!!)
Someone turned three years old while we were in Tennessee.
She celebrated in style with a fancy party hat, a singing Opry lunch and a special bracelet from Brother.
(May I just mention that while you must be five to use permanent markers at our house, three is the year for glitter glue pens.)
A proper birthday post will follow . . . as soon as I find my head in one of these suitcases and securely fashion it to my shoulders. Maybe with glitter glue.)
right outside our door . . .
It's spring here, raining the first two days and now over 80 degrees . . . the trees are blossoming and the grass is green! (August is afraid we are missing out on mowing the lawn back home!) We have packed so much into our first few days I've hardly had time to upload pictures from my camera. Back soon with more postcard pictures!
