| I can do it in the back yard. No homeowners assn. |
But, I HATE taking them down. I need a tag team. It's like dishes, LOVE washing, HATE drying. Guess which I did when I was a kid.
Played bridge today. It's Wednesday. When we left, I was in second place. We'll see if it stands up. When I got home I started the brown rice to go with the homemade black bean enchiladas I made, with homemade enchilada sauce. And Jim gets all the accolades for being a good cook. pshaw. (love that word).
Walkies was short today because I didn't know if there were Turkey hunters out or not. The whole month of April is turkey season, which means I am fair game if caught in the woods. I did get some more bug art.
| not sure what this is. maybe mushrooms? |
| lady sipping a cuppa tea |
And, not to neglect the chickies:
| hen bath among the roses.... |
| while JW watches. Dirty Old Rooster. |
One last story. Yesterday, I got a shot of a little yellow bird with nesting material in his mouth. I found out where he is building his nest.
| only a bag lady bird would take him |
In the bag which holds my oyster shell calcium for my girls!!!! It's a rather beautiful nest, and right next to a great food source (the chicken scratch) but in a busy traffic zone. I really do hope he finds a mate cause it will be fun to watch the family being raised.
That's all the nature needed for one day.
Bak Bak
WOW-Solar powered dryer-you are green!
ReplyDeleteSo if you got a clothes line does that mean you are attempting to pick up clothing.......with a good line? Country folks are strange-we urbanites pick up people with a catchy line in bars and such.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I'm the same way! Genetics are creepy. We had our comforter drying outside for three days... oops!
ReplyDeleteLove the bug art! I think you're onto something. Your clothes line reminds me of my grandmother's house (farmland in rural Wisconsin). I love the smell of clothes on the line, dried by sun and fresh air. In Austin, they'd be covered with yellow oak + cedar pollen in no time. Yuk.
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