Beautiful Pictures.

Beautiful Pictures.

 

Recently everyone and his kid sister has been posting pictures of flowers, gardens, birds, sunsets/sunrises, more birds, cats and kittens, puppies and beautiful dogs, and the occasional horse or donkey. Everyone of those pictures has been pretty appealing, but today my daughter and son-in-law posted pictures of Galveston and the ocean off the beach where they are staying. The sunset was gorgeous, but the stormcloud off over the ocean was something that really appealed to me. Can just imagine the rolling thunder coming up to silence the roar of the surf. Even though my little hill just sees and hears a few storms this time of year, the thunder and lightning make life interesting. Standing out on the deck during a storm protects one from the hail, rain, and most of the flying debris, but it still allows the rain to drive in sideways to soak whoever is silly enough to stand there. Still love to do that! Anyway, am hoping that this dose of nature and ocean will help relax my two kids and let them enjoy just being.

 

The neighbor who owns the field below my place was out mowing in this heat. He has finished now, so the rest of us can sit back and wait for the influx of rats, bats, and elephants—or at least a few snakes and wabbits! Not sure if he got a notice from the City of WF or if he just knew it would be a really good idea to mow before the grass dries out and will burn so easily. It does seem that yours truly concerns herself overly much with the possibility of fires, doesn’t it! But noticed this morning that the freakin’ fireworks stand has gone up down on the edge of Archer County—just across the line from the old Lake Wichita spillway. Despise, hate, loath, and otherwise feel infuriated by fireworks! Yes, we popped a few firecrackers as children, but around this lake, thousands of dollars-worth of fireworks will go up in racket and smoke and sparks! Every animal known to God and equipped with hearing will fear for its life as soon as those fireworks leave that little building. And then the fire department will have its hands full for a week or so. Sad, just sad.

 

Got the boxes and bags of shtuff taken over to Faith Refuge Store this morning—after the second trip. They don’t open until 10 a.m., but when they do, it is a VERY busy place. A nice man quickly and quietly unloaded the backseat of my truck and then thanked me. SO glad they have folks out there to unload vehicles. It would be a mess otherwise. As it is, they have this great big, big dumpster out to the side for the trashy stuff that can’t be sold. My old sneakers probably should be tossed in there. Oh well.

 

Just put out some fresh water and feed for my girls. Not sure just what temperature it might be under a broody hen, but dearly beloved, the egg pried out from under one of the Cuckoo Marans was very warm! Some other hen laid the egg, but the Maran took it over to “care” for it. Nary a rooster on this hill, but she thinks she needs to incubate that egg! And yes, John Pollard, the hens may think that they need a rooster, but the City of WF says otherwise. Not going to argue with “shCity” government. They think everyone has to obey every idea that comes into their heads for as far back as the founding of the city around the falls! Would like to talk to those little Indians and their squaws about how deep it runs around here. Ahem

 

Just thought you might like to know: it’s windy up here on Dickerson Hill! The other day when moving Jerry’s trash bins over into his yard, made them lie down on their sides so the lids would not go flop, blam! every time the wind caught them. That kind of noise is a bit irritating when sleep is necessary. Oh well. JoAnn will figure it out or not when she comes to fill them up again.

 

Thought about going to either Michaels or Walmart and getting some fake flowers, but then read something about Dollar Store stuff that would do just as well. Want to take some out to Riverside in Byers the next time it is cool enough to drive out there. Connie promised to go with me, so that makes me feel better. Would hate to get out there and not feel able to get around by myself. Don’t even know anyone out there any longer. Well, come to think of it, Carol Pearson lives out there. Don’t have a phone number, but know she is there. Used to know several folks around there, but most of them have moved on, and the ones under the stones would not be much help if it was needed. That happens as we get older.

 

Read some stuff about khaki weeds and how to get rid of them easily—well, more easily. Paul Dowlearn runs a nursery and said that smothering them with other vegetation—clover or heavy grass—will kill them. SO, fertilizer on the grass and more grass seeds will kill the danged weeds! Who knew! So will see about getting something with grass seeds and fertilizer from Sutherlands. That should work, maybe. Just will have to be careful not to burn what grass is already there. Always something.

 

About as dumb as a rock tonight, so will just tell you that you matter. God knows what we need and who needs us. So, rest well, my friends. You are loved.