Credit Where It Is Due

I know, I don't ususally put things like this up but it is amazing isn't it, sheep as art.

Some farmers don't have enough to do obviously. But what really gets me is they couldn't even get close to doing this with out their Border Collies. You can wave your arms all you want but without some great dogs, no way are you going to get a sheep to do what you want it to. Go ahead run through it again, the dogs are there but where is the dogs' credit!?!?

I oughta know, I was Dirt's sheep dog for a few years before I finally had had enough of being a supportive obedient wife (in this one area, maybe one or two other places too but that's not what we're here for today) and walked out of the pasture. Then we got the greatest tool on the whole farm, ever. Our first Border Collie, Peep. As in Little Bo Peep. (Sorry Rat Terriers, but it is true, you're good but not that good.)

As for my giving credit, thanks to Steph, my oldest daughter and Nikki W.. Nikki for posting this on her facebook where Steph saw it.

Here They Come....

I'm waiting patiently but I admit, I walk down to my North Garden at least twice a day to see if they have bloomed.

I look carefully, from different angles, patiently waiting.

Maybe if I cuddle them or breath on them, I did have garlic for lunch.....

We had some woodwork to do this last weekend. Our friends who live down towards Olympia had some trees taken down and we got to cut up the logs.

We used to have an electric furnace, I hung a sign on it once that said, "If you're cold light a fire. If you're lazy freeze."

Now that the furnace is history it really is true that if you're lazy you'll freeze at our house, well if you come to visit and you're cold we'll light one for you.

It is nice to pick up logs that other folks can't use and preserve our woodlot.



Dirt is using a peavy to roll the log so that he can run the saw all the way through it. Aren't his green headphones cute, he always wears ear protection, I never do. Funny, he can never hear a thing during the day and I can hear what the girls are whispering in the hallway.

We couldn't park the trailer on the lawn so we wheelbarrowed the logs to the trailer.

The girls worked hard all day, I did too, I just took a couple of pictures.

The logs must be neatly stacked in the stock trailer/moving van/logging truck.

Perfectly sized and stacked.

But then what the heck, just toss those puppies in. The girls are splitting the logs tomorrow.

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And that was our weekend fun Dear Reader. It keeps us healthy and off the streets. What do you do on the weekend to keep yourself out of trouble?

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Toodles till tomorrow.

Procrastinate, Procrastinate

Oh please wait,
let's procrastinate
dally just a little while
and soon you'll be back in style.


Just thought I'd throw you another real life poem in real time. Not sure where I managed to think about style, ceptin' that I got none. But yes, I am procrastinatin', it's forty-five outside, my garden clothes seem to be damp still from yesterday (that could be part of the style issue), it stops raining just long enough for me to head to the door, the mud has disturbed my gait and sleep patterns, the sheep and Chuck beller when I step outside and they have been fed!

Well shoot fire, I'm glad I got that off my rain slicker!

But I really gotta git goin' outside because I've told myself I have to do at least two edible projects out there today for every one purddy project. And I have a boat load of purddies I want to do.

And I was hoping to get in a nice walk around the place today just to see how the corners are all doing.

So now that I got all caught up with my Google Reader, some of the places I visited late last night, yes I relapsed, so I didn't get as chatty as I usually do, some are most likely thankful for that then.

Well I have my prayer list in my pocket along with a good prayer for when the brain gets stuck, you Dear Reader have a great dry day chatting with God, and perhaps I will get another post off later this evening.

A Little Lanny Story; In the Barnyard

Lanny has worked hard most of the day. She has been going to bed at a fairly decent hour, okay anything before midnight would be better than her typical three a.m.! Funny, she has been sleeping later. Lots o' stuff goin' on in all the gardens, boy that crazy lady is busy. Heading to the house, she sees a sheep in her barn garden! Then as she turns the corner this!

"What's going on here?" Lanny exclaimed.

"What is Chuck and that sheep doing out and in my...

"Chuck, you almost stepped on my garlic!

"Look at this, you tromped through my garden!


"You shoved through here?! Crummamoly Chuck! What's the matter, dinner not coming fast enough for you?!

"Look, you practically sunk to your hocks jumping over here."

Dirt says, "Come on Chuck, your days are getting numbered a little shorter, bud.

"You two need to stay put, or else!" Lanny says insistently as she turns for the house.

"Pbbbbbbbbbtt" an impolite sound is heard coming from the barnyard.

Lanny turns back around toward the sound and looks closer at the offenders. "You two are unbelivable. How dare you give me a raspberry! My freezer is nearly empty you know, I'll have the last laugh over this before I'm through with you two! Lanny shouts a warning threat as she turns on her heal and heads to the house one last time for the Goucho Roast she put in the crock pot at lunch time. I said goucho not groucho.

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Dear Reader, I hope you're having a great weekend and praising your Creator for all His wonders!

MMMM

It's raining
It's pouring
Lanny is done
snoring.

Wait, that was the dog not me.


Puttin' on the rubber pants and coat and heading out when the coffee drinking is done. Up too late trying to cram more hours in a day, so far that ain't working so well for me, how 'bout you? Changing that around today. Seriously. Stop laughing.


Got a call early today, evidently the doc is still sick, so technically, I am still well.

Pictures of plants and mud and work done, to follow. Pray that there will be an entertaining incident, there usually is, but I need to be able to remember it. Ah therein lies the appropriate prayer eh?

Dear Reader, the conversations you have today, with yourself or others, have them include God. Not talking about Him like you do Aunt Bessie or at Him like you do to your mom when you don't want her in your business, but talking with Him, leaving a few pauses so you can hear what He is saying. Do it all day. If you slip, stand up again, go at it again. Don't shrug it off like it can't be done, like you're not spiritual enough, like God has to bring you to it, He has.

Amature Hour in the Poetry Pantry

My brain is full

It has a clog.

So Dear Friend,

I cannot blog.

See you soon.