I am really enjoying all of these themes because they leave so much open to interpretation. Makes it fun!
Nothing like a ripe tomato right off the vine!
Food for us and them.
Food for the birds.
Behind him is what's left of his rabbit breakfast. They don't kill what they eat, they just eat what's killed. They say rabbit tastes just like turk, er, chicken.
It's hot outside today. 99*, and hot. Baby, as I've named him, has been gone a few days. That is always a worry with all the coyotes, hawks, and various other distinct possibilities. But he's back, and I'm so happy. Those bushes are on irrigation, so if he digs through the gravel a little, it's nice and cool. I know I've posted a picture of him before, but I just think he's the cutest thing! And he seems so darned comfy out there today!
Other news, over the weekend my mother took a tumble in her front yard while going out to turn on her irrigation. Evidently she tripped over her oxygen cord. I had talked to her a few minutes before and when she went to call me, her phone wasn't working. Turns out one of the extensions was off the hook. The next day I went to pick her up to have dinner with us, and she was still in her housedress. A day and a half, urgent care, hospital for xrays, urgent care, and regular doc today, she fractured a bone in her hand. Had she fallen differently, things could be much worse. She's in a splint, and is not happy about the prospect of dealing with one-handed living, but we are all grateful that she was not seriously hurt.
And maybe this is a blessing in disguise, because it brings reality to the forefront about her living alone. One day at a time I guess. I'm sure this is never an easy transition, but she knows that it is increasingly difficult for her to do so, and I think she's worried about it.
I think I'll go back to thinking about how sweet that little bunny is. Ahhh, yes, that's better...
I had mentioned that I could use a pillow in the building on wheels for some back support. You can see by the wrinkles that it never made it out to the motorhome. I spend so much time in my office in front of the computer, that I'm finding this pillow to be a much needed answer to my aching back.
Just look at those summery colors, and I love the birds! Did you notice the piping around the birds? It looks like matting around it! And I know it is hard to tell, but the sewing is absolute perfection!
It is so full, yet schmooshy. I totally LOVE IT! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
I WON! I WON!!!!!
Nice little setting to watch clouds in the evening...
I really like this one. Here in our town, because of the amounts of precipitation that can happen with the monsoon rains, most houses have small ditches that run along the edge of the streets. This one is a bit deeper than most, so they had to build this little bridge to get to the front yard.
This photo was taken last month before monsoons turned everything green. I should go back & post a comparison picture.
Since our peach tree is absolutely laden with peaches, Hubby and I decided that we need to preserve some of these beauties. No. We have never, ever, canned anything before. How hard can it be?
If this is any indication...I'm worried!
We have a big pot (great start), and a scrumptious sounding recipe, we just needed some of the jars & utensils. Jars, no problem. We were having trouble finding some of the other things.
We bought a canning funnel, okay? Then found a canner rack to go in the bottom of the pot, right? Well, it doesn't fit in our pot. Hubby wants to go buy a humoungous pot now. I don't think we need that rack now. Did the pioneers have racks for their pots? Ha! I don't know.
Then we went to another store a few days later and found a utensil set for preserving, put out by the Ball company that makes the jars. No problem, we'll return the rack & funnel, since the set comes with a funnel.
Off to Wallyworld we go this morning.
Hubby: You have the receipt, right?
Me, reaching down to the floorboards underneath the rack & funnel: It was under here.
Hubby: I cleaned out the car yesterday & threw a bunch of crap away.
Me, looking around the car thinking, if you cleaned out the car, you didn't do a very good job: I am not going through the outside garbage can.
If you don't know, when you go inside Walmart and plan to return an item or four, you have to get a sticker of some kind to take over to the return counter. We all laughed because the sticker machine would not produce a sticker for these items. Damn technology. Turns out, we didn't buy it there. hahahahaha! Takes quite a bit to embarass me. No problem, let's go to Target.
To make a really long story short, we didn't buy them there either. I truly have no idea where we got them. I figure we'll run across it eventually.
Anyway, see what I mean...we are so in trouble!