Down a dirt road, at the low water crossing, cool water moves over the dam. Time to stop, sit quietly and take a few moments to contemplate the wonders of nature and the glory of God’s creation…
In those moments, listen: ripples and soft splashes. Singing birds.
Look: flashing bird wings, wild flowers.
Feel: warm sun and damp breeze.
Smell: flowers, rich earth.
You cannot purchase a moment like this.
It was a chilly morning, we could see our breath steam out as we traveled in the fields and forest.
Thistles still raise their heads, pink blossoms bright against the fading vegetation.
A solitary heron breaks the blue above the creek.
The maples begin to show their colors at an old deserted house place. Well kept by the hunters who inhabit it twice a year.
Red, gold, orange sentinels line the highway.
Ripples sing a chorus at the beaver pond.
Several years back, I did quite a bit of babysitting for family members. It included some ‘Mom, I need some laundry done’ and a parent who worked night shifts.
In order to hang on to some small shreds of sanity, I developed this set of general rules.
We are having lot of guests here, this end of summer time, so I dug out the rules to make sure everyone is on the same page; that page being mine.
There are other rules enforced, respect for one another, a loose division of labor, (If you can open the bread, get it out and spread peanut butter, you may be on lunch duty.)
It worked quite well before, it will be interesting to see how it works now.
This little fellow was a recent visitor ‘out back’ in the woods east of our home on Sunrise Ridge.
It’s the time of year, we want to ‘get out and have fun’. This is not paranoia, it is preparedness, and if you are going to get off the beaten track, good information.
As my friend, Izzy Wright, has been known to say, “It’s better to have and not need it, than to need and not have it.’
We carry a similar supply in with our camping gear, and it has come in handy more than once, not just for us, but for others out there in need as well.
Unexpected Dangers. What's in YOUR hiking day-pack?.
One of those ‘perfect’ June afternoons, my toes want to be dangling in cool creek water, splashing gently in the rocks, helping the little ones catch a minnow or crawdad, smelling the wild flowers, listening to the birds and bugs sing the time away… then maybe some hotdogs and s’mores over a camp fire to finish off the day.
Better yet, camping along a river, but for today, I will have to be content with just the thoughts and promise of these things to come.
The sun has been shining, the weather much more seasonable and reasonable the past few days. Yesterday, one grandson arrived to help Hubby with some things. The foremost, to me, was replacing a broken stair tread on our porch. It was becoming a bit scary walking down them when it was slick.
Today, three teenage boys are here, the pen for new chicks has been completed, a trailer of junk was loaded and removed.
Now they are finishing the stair railing on the porch steps. :)
Hubby is mentoring and supervising. Tools and training are available.
The reward for all this effort? It is not monetary, hot showers at end of the day, a good meal and being allowed to set up one of the tents in the yard for the night. Well, yes, there is a possibility of a campfire and s’mores.
Sleeping bags and pillows are provided by the management.
There will be more weekends like this coming! It’s time to get he garden ready and planted, school vacation will be coming and then the rewards grow into trips to the river, swimming and fishing.
Recently, several of our chickens have gone missing.
We are now down to four hens and one young chicken.
They are free range critters and only go into the coop at night or to lay eggs in the nest boxes. Not long ago, Hubby found a large black snake in the coop. It is no longer there.
Over the last couple of weeks, the outside dogs have been raising a ruckus at night, and a few times I have heard snarling noises around the place.
Yesterday, after the loss of two more of the young chickens we were out checking the game camera and there for us to see was a bobcat. May or may not be the decimater of chickens, but the evidence surly points that way.
In a court of law, I am pretty sure said bobcat would be convicted on circumstantial evidence.
We’ve had the live trap set for a few days, maybe we will catch the culprit, without losing any more chickens.
On our recent Mississippi River camping trip, we were fortunate to meet a young couple, Kathleen and Eric Williams. They had pulled up to the Dorena-Hickman Ferry landing to cross the river.
Pulling along quite a treasure, a 1961 Shasta travel trailer. A real classic and very eye-catching.
As soon as they pulled up, we walked over to look at this jewel.
1961 Shasta travel trailer
Kathleen told me they had found the camper in a cornfield and have lovingly restored it to it’s former glory.
The following photos are of the interior.
We did tease them, that they needed a vehicle to match. I understand they are looking for one. :)