Catching up

Dearest friends,

I haven't moved away or stopped blogging, not quite anyhow. It's just that spring stopped by and carried me away.

Oh, I do believe this flowering quince is my favorite! This pretty shrub blooms whenever it darn well pleases, even in January, occasionally!

But back to my taking up with Spring and disappearing...

Oh, I have been all over the place...I've dug ditches and hauled loads of dirt from across the road. I've taken down two arbors and two overgrown vines. I've washed flower pots and scrubbled the teeny tiny greenhouse, and moved things around at the playhouse...again!

Still not exactly right, but there's more open space and room to work...

and washing flower pots! My neighbor Windy called and asked, "Mel, can I bring you some flower pots"? I was expecting a stack of black plastic but no...

she brought most of the clay pots here and look inside the greenhouse...

a good place to dry them. Some are plastic but not all...

some are heavy pottery pots. I'm tickled to death!

and the ditch :) ...

the black dot way back at the driveway is the drain pipe where for years the runoff has run down the short ditch, just past that big tree, then cut across to the left and run through the goat lot carrying the soil out the back and down the hill . Well DUH!! why not dig a ditch on past the little barn and lot, and so I did!

See the mud in the bottom left corner? That is the ditch that now passes the barn and lot. Must say, I'm pretty proud of this accomplishment. The ditch certainly doesn't look like one made by heavy equipment...but I will keep digging it out a little every day...

Oh, and the washed-away goat lot...

it is now my goal to single-handedly (is that a word) :) fill in the back side of the lot with loads of dirt and all the leaves from the back yard; two tarp loads a day!

Oh, Rosie and Heidi are loving it, especially when the sun warms the leaves...a black dot and white dot...

We had rain showers this morning, in fact, Eli, Weetie, and I were caught in one. 

I had just looked out and the clouds were moving away.  The sun had come out and the sky was showing patches of  blue, and Grandma Thomas always said, "it won't rain as long as there is enough blue in the sky to make a cat a pair of britches", so off we went. We were at the far end of the dam when the rain came.  :)

And my post wouldn't be complete with a sweet face or two...of daffodills, these just might be my favorite...

or maybe these...

or these...

but to me, the sweetest most precious face of all...

eating eggs and bananas. What a sweetie pie! He has grown so much!

You may remember this picture of  Kendall, our Great Grandson, born last July...

Oh my! This is way too much of a post. I've simply got to post more often and make them shorter. Hope you aren't thoroughly worn out and fed up. I'll try to do better. :)

Love,

Henny

Babies!

Hey Friends,

Here it is going on two weeks since my last post! Where do the days go anyhow?

Oh my goodness, have I ever got something special to show you... 

This adorable baby boy is Kendall, our new great grandson. Isn't he simply adorable! Kendall was born July 15th to our beautiful grandaughter Michaela and her fiance, Jacob. 

and since the day he came into this world, I must have said a hundred times, "he is so adorable"!

Been wanting to show you Kendall but didn't want to post pictures without his mommy's approval, so when Michaela said, "Grandma, post all the pictures you want to", Well, I was tickled to death. But I'll try not to post too many tonight. 

And in other baby news...The early part of last week I released the baby dove. Little did I know how tightly that baby bird had attached itself to my heart. My heart has actually ached for him...

So, here's what happened. I sat the young dove on top of a post just outside the kitchen window where we feed the birds. Most days there are three or four doves, along with dozens of other birds, that visit and eat there.

When the little dove realized he was free, he flew up into the trees, then he came back and lit on the ground and ate birdseed with the others. When the others flew, so did he. When night time came, I worried, but he was right back in the yard the next morning.

So he made it through two days and two nights on his own, or was he on his own? Suddenly there were eleven doves in the yard, all around the baby. They didn't chase him away or bother him, but seemed concerned about him. 

Then late in the day on the third day, I watched out the kitchen window as the birds began leaving the yard, just before dark. I noticed that one dove stayed. She sat perfectly still watching the baby dove, almost like she was talking to him. I couldn't believe my eyes when the baby dove walked up to her and when they were within inches of each other, she flew and he flew with her, out across the cut-over. I haven't seen either one of them again, or at least haven't recognized either of them.

I have been at the point of tears every day since, but Poppy says I am worrying for no reason, that the baby dove is safe, and with his mother now.  I am trying hard to believe that. Do you think Poppy is right?

Trying to keep my mind off the baby dove I began scrubbing the back porch...

Who knew a baby bird could make such a mess. It took me a good four hours scrubbing the furniture and mopping the porch floor, but that's okay.

The dappled sunlight on the clean porch lifted my spirits, but didn't take the pain from my heart.

and while I'm at it, I might as well show you the whole porch...

this old cabinet, where egg cartons are stored, needs a coat of paint.

and along the wall above the wood pile hang antique bridles, bits, and other things I don't have names for. :)

sure looking forward some cold winter days and watching this wood burn in the fireplace. Is there anything cozier than sitting in front of a fire on a cold night.

So this is my post, such as it is. It's too long and way too much to read, so thank you for listening. Hope to be back soon and hope you will come back too. And now I have a lot of blog reading and catching up to do. 

Love,
Henny