GREY PIGEONS

On the chimney top across the street, there are

usually a flock of pigeons sitting, visiting, coming or

going. So to see just one made me wonder

how lonesome he might be or perhaps happy to

rule the roost if only momentarily...........

HINT FOR TODAY:

When trying to separate paper coffee

filters---blow on the edge

This really works !

In A Yellow Springtime Scene

This is the very first Forsythia flower

that bloomed in the living room !

I took the photo yesterday, and

one today, with so many

more flowers.

---I am amazed at how well

the project worked and it truly

does bring Spring to mind each

time I glace at them. I used a rubber

head hammer to flatten the ends

really well and that may be a

reason they bloomed even if

they didn't have the best of

light---

Red Eye Dancing

I bought this red onion to make a stew, for two reasons--

one being it was the best price and two, because

I liked how it looked. The stew had to wait

for me to photo the onion, taking several

shots and the stew would have had a

stronger onion flavor if I had not used

this kind---I believe it is milder for salads.

But WOW ! what a subject to photo.

More wind damage

As you can plainly see, the Ron Paul

sign got slightly tipped over by the winds

last night. Sure cleaned all yards of any

excess leaves and branches. The

long howls sound so appropriate

being near a cemetery. They are still

constant and make you feel safe

to be inside drinking coffee.

Barrel View

Taken five minutes ago off

the back porch

when I went to see

what the wind did

out there last night

Not too bad for all

the strange weird howlings

that went on---I see

two (of out 6, not bad, for me)

of my waste barrels

across the street---hope they

stay there till I get them...

only one shows in the photo.

Memo, if you walk by barefoot

today, beware of the

curled back sardine tin

near my lawn's edge.

FRIENDS

I love this little cross stitch for

it's vintage look. It's colors

have mellowed with age,

it has been done by a hand

stilled by time, and its

message teaches truth.

This simple statement

can shake and shape

our lives for the better.

SWEET VIOLETS

I sure never saw anything blossom
so fast ! ( and still haven't.) This is

last year's crop and such a favorite
of mine to look at and think of my

mother, Mary and her mother, Letitia.

Listen to them:

Letitia: "May-ree, go out side
n' pick a bunch of those sweet violets

for the center of this angel cake for

Aunt Cora. She's coming up from

the island for a visit"

----then in later years,

Mary: "Jill, go out and see

if there's any violets for Nana's

place at the supper table."

and now

Jill: "Kimberly, don't drive

over the violets with the mower !"