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Sixty bales of straw.  Half went around our fruit trees::  they needed heavy mulch, and with chickens and a dog scratching, shredding, and scattering mulch all over the place, I’m trusting these bound bales, squared and trined around the base will do the trick of killing the grass and simultaneously mulching, so with time there will be a clear dirty skirt down below.  Let’s see, we pulled back the grass at the bottom and then baled the trunks without touching them. Continue reading

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time to play

I’m delighted to have been invited by Woodland Gnome to participate in a foray into quotes:: three days, three quotes . . . though as you’ll see, I found a few more than one or three.  Summer days are here, and we are getting as much time as we can outside in the light, soaking it all in through our skin:: sun thirsty as we’ve been after our adventure in Arizona where it was summer before summer!  I’m getting started on this first day of posts with some photographs from the evening of summer solstice.

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“While we try to teach our children all about life,
our children teach us what life is all about.”~Angela Schwindt

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“For truly it is to be noted, that children’s plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions”.~Montaigne

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” Children enjoy the present because they have neither a past nor a future”. ~ Jean de la Bruyere

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“Our children are like flowers to us.
Each one different.
Each one beautiful.
Each one growing strong with us.

Our children are like stars to us.
Each one sparkles.
Each one moves through the universe.
Each one closer to the heart of us.

Our children are like life to us.
Each one precious.
Each one unpredictable.
Each one having to let go of us.”~Nancy Wood

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If you would like to engage in this ~three days of quotes~ blogging spree, I’d be happy to invite you (leave me a comment to indicate you’re interested) or:::just begin!

Woodland Gnome’s posting about Gifts and giving is a joy to read with many pearls of wisdom to digest and grow from, a visit to her garden is well worth the click it takes to get there 😉

back at me:: black and white #5

Last day of the photo challenge:: Ahmad took the photographs.  I’m going to continue exploring black and whites, along with some of the other settings I’ve discovered on the camera.

Woodland Gnome in Virginia keeps a blog where she pairs images and quotes in a way that I find inspiring.  Take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places. She invited me to join this black and white 5 day photo challenge and her last posting can be enjoyed here.

ONE DAY

One day I will
say
the gift I once had has been taken.

The place I have made for myself
belongs to another,
and the words I have sung
are being sung by the ones
I would want.

Then I will be ready
for that voice
and the still silence in which it arrives.

And if my faith is good
then we’ll meet again
on the road
and we’ll be thirsty,
and stop
and laugh
and drink together again

from the deep well of things as they are.

ONE DAY
From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press. ©David Whyte

Today I am inviting Timothy of Photo of the Day, Etc. to join in. He takes superb photographs of places I’ve never been but want to go, like Sandia and Albuquerque, New Mexico; in frigid cold weather he doesn’t slow, if you click here you’ll see one of my favorite posts that he has up . . .  I hope he will partake!  I also invite You to join in, and if you don’t have a blog page already, sign up and make one; it’s pretty simple as are the rules to this photo adventure . . . .

The rules are:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.

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Seesaw: Black and White #1

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Woodland Gnome in Virginia keeps a blog that I follow, for her keen eye pairs images and quotes in a way that I find inspiring and she also writes about gardening, which is another activity that I love.  Be sure to take a look around her site when you visit, it holds treasures in unexpected ways and places 😉 She has invited me to join this black and white 5 day photo challenge and her first posting can be enjoyed here.

When I first saw her invitation I vacillated between “oh fun” and “it’ll take up too much time”, to “I’ll learn something new and grow” and “what about the kids?”  . . .  ding dong swung the pendulum and then I sank into a mind leaves body space, where the questions float about until there are no more questions nor answers, it’s not all black, white, and greys like these photographs, just a steady heart beat that eventually fades away to no-thing, and when all is clear the eyes fly open turning back to the facial place with  . . .

“it’ll be fun, we’ll learn something new and grow, the kids’ll partake of it, and time it’ll take, life’s kind of like that yes!” . .  .

so with a sense of purpose and a camera in hand, the idea being *keep it simple:do what you love*, we set off to play eye’s spye, which can be as easy as this invitation, a see saw, and a boy to spend some time with.

I am inviting Amy of 2me4art to join the black and white photo challenge today. Amy is an artist in Alabama and her photographs of people, places, and flowers are stunning.  One of my favorites is this one of doors, do take a look at it. I hope she will join the challenge!

The rules are simple:

  1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
  2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.
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Take up the thread . . .

Once there was a girl. She did neat and tidy things like sewing, reading and drawing all day. She wore neat and tidy clothes and wore her hair in neat and tidy braids. She wore pink ribbons to keep them from unraveling.

On her way to the market with her neat basket and dainty steps, she always passed the pond first and then the mud pits. They were always filled with boys and girls swimming and wrestling and getting dirty in the mud and water.

To the girl it seemed like such fun. How she longed to get dirty! But she did not dare to get her lace petticoats wet and muddy.

One day she dreamed of mud and water and dirt.

Her mother asked what she was thinking about and she replied, “I am thinking of dirt and mud, mother dear.’’

And her mother frowned and went to talk to her father, saying she must be ill or something.

And while she was gone, the girl slipped out of the house and ran as fast as she could down to the pond, her braids streaming in the wind.

When she got there, she pulled off her pretty petticoats and jumped in with joyful screams. She did not care what happened to her.

She covered herself in mud and water and then she climbed out.

She found her clothes gone and then the next thing she knew was that ………

.. .picked up by farseems . . . .

she could hear was the chirping of birds, not one or two, but many. It seemed they were singing to her,

“come here, pretty girl, come oh come, see what we have for you, see what we have for youuuuuu, for you, oh come see what we have for you”

that’s what they sounded like, so she followed their song and there they were, beautiful colorful birds, in all the colors of the rainbow. They seemed to be dancing and singing around a pile of colors where . ….

. . . .Liam continues . .. .

The girl meets a big giant the size of her house. She was happy to see him. He said, “My name is Lock. Let’s be friends.” . . . .

. .. continued by Ahmad . . .

Okay we can be friends, do you live here lock, asked the girl?

Yes, said lock, I live Down the rode ,

how far?

about a mile,

were are you going to take me?

Home of course,

which home yours or mine asked the girl,

mine of course

where am I? Y she asked

you are in the land sithongth . . . …

. .Flamingo Gypsy joins in . . .

…the land sithongth is a mystical magical place that sits atop a turquoise and brown slab of stone. At night in the moonlight the turquoise part of the stone turns to river water that has stars twinkling inside of it and you can ride in a moonboat to go to….

continued by Ahmad . . . . .

all kinds of places. There is a man whose name used to be Grutch and he was a foul tempered old man who was always grumpy. We’d hear him shouting in the trees and throwing rocks about the place. He’d looked everywhere he could think of for joy . … he ate cherries and spat the seeds out, held his breath underwater and made bubbles, chased after butterflies and looked at clouds, climbed trees and swung from branches, he looked under rocks and stones, and in his pockets too, he searched in books and drew pictures, he sang and danced with other people, he cleaned garbage from the streets and cooked for the hungry, he sat in the river, swam, planted flowers, fished, lay in hammocks, he’d even looked for joy in his neighbours shed!
he couldn’t find anything that made him smile or laugh and he’d tried all the things he saw other people doing but he just got grumpier . . . until he went for a ride in the moonboat and saw a staircase on the banks, glowing in the moonlight.
He thought he’d like to go up and eat his peaches on a step, so he parked the boat and climbed up and ate his peaches. Then he noticed a door and opening it he stepped into a land where the sky was green and the grass was pink and this was so unexpected and surprising that he burst out laughing. He couldn’t stop laughing, he laughed so hard he fell backward and laughed all the way back down the staircase! Then he got in the moonboat and came back, and said his name had changed to Zhoys.
Other people took the moonboat to find the staircase but one woman went up and said Zhoys was a trickster for she ended up in a land that was burning red hot with dragons and lava and coals and another fellow went up and said there was nothing but chickens in aprons dusting trees together while their rooster king sat on the top branches of a tree and drank tea and ate cornbread all day long.

Have you ever taken the stairs up Lock? Asked the girl.

Just once and I found . . . . . to be continued by whoever wants to . . . .