Have you ever just flat bought into the consumerism and materialism thrown at you by advertising? I really do try to be conscious of what I’m buying and why I need it. But…..really, have you done it? I did, and……
I love this camera!!!!!!! I love the pretty colors. I love how big it is. I especially love the blinding flash! It’s so satisfying to see the startled looks on my victims- um subjects- faces.
I love the poor quality pictures that pop up and develop while I wait. I love to carry them around and look at them.
It has been so long since I’ve had to actually stop and think about lighting. That part is refreshing in a way, and so is the fact that the photos are what they are. No editing, just a good old fashioned take your chances snapshot. Sometimes it’s good to be rediculous!
That sounds refreshing, doesn’t it? Well, to me it does as we are in the 90s for temperatures this week. I’m talking about a wildflower, however. Euphorbia Marginata , aka Snow On The Mountain.
When driving through other countrysides, I always enjoy the wildflowers, especially in the Rocky Mountains. There are so many beautiful forms and colors just growing in the ditch. A few years ago, I was doing my usual fantasizing about what wildflowers I would grow in my yard if I lived in the Colorado Rockies –but when we drove into a town, the flowers that I saw the most of were petunias! They were quite beautiful in the cool, mountain air but gosh, even I can grow petunias. It made me wonder what I was overlooking in my area. That’s the year I started appreciating Snow On The Mountain. It’s hardy, it reseeds easily but isn’t invasive, and most importantly, I think it’s beautiful!
I think it’s easy to overlook a lot of things in our lives because we are so used to seeing them, but that’s also how we don’t notice some of the special things. Is there something or someone that is blessing your life right now without you noticing?
If you could go back to a slower, simpler time in your life, would you do it? Not as many places to go, not as many things to do…
You would have to give up who you are today and go back to the exact same person that you were then. Would that be a good thing?
Sometimes we look back and only see the what we want to see.
But our memories can sometimes be a little distorted………
…..which is o.k…..it’s nice to romanticize the past sometimes. What’s wrong with having good memories?
As long as we realize that life can’t ever stay the same, it always changes and it’s good to outgrow ourselves. I don’t know who said it, but my favorite quote this week is: “Thank you God, that I’m not who I almost was.”
Well, if you are a grasshopper from SW Kansas–I can’t even begin to tell you all the ways that I hate you (Thee).
Once again, you have deprived me of my delicious Rhubarb. You have eaten my chives, stripped the salvia, yarrow and Russian sage bare. You have eaten our crops and our trees. You have robbed me of my gardening joy.
Above are sedum and globe thistle that you have defiled.
What revenge do I reap upon you and your evil brethren? Early in the morning I catch you and put you in a coffee cup. I shake it vigorously several times to give you a headache. Sorry, not sorry. Then, after that……(cue horror music)………
…………I feed you to my quail!!!! How I enjoy watching you disappear down their little gullets. Sweet revenge.
This now brings us to the moral of the story: What is a problem for one, is nothing but juicy, goodness for another.
One spring day, a beautiful young woman, donned a fresh pinafore and skipped happily to the garden to sow wonderful seeds. In a parallel universe, a slightly sweaty, middle-aged woman trudged out to her garden to also sow seeds.
But alas!!!! The same ugly mass of weeds that had haunted her last fall, was still laying in wait, mocking and sullen.
What to do with the seeds? Would our heroines’ hopes and dreams be dashed into the earth? No! Our gal may have lacked youth, ambition or even pride, but she had something mightier on her side……..
A lighter!!!!!!! And she knew how to use it.
Soon the shame of unwanted weeds was but just a memory and the seeds were sown.
The moral of the story is : Girls in pinafores don’t get to play with fire.
My husband and I grew up in an area that was deeply affected by the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl. The generation or two following, passed down a thrifty, do it yourself attitude. If we are able to rebuild something around here, we do it.
I use this little tractor and a disk to “work the trees.” That just means killing weeds in between the rows of newly planted trees to conserve water and keep them looking good. However, this is getting to be a bigger job all the time, due to someones’ OCD tree planting habit. No need to name names.
On a corner of one of the fields that we farm, was a cultivator that a former tenant had abandoned. It’s the greenish thingy in the grass.
Late last fall, my husband loaded it up and brought it home.
The guys took it down in size and added blades from another implement.
Here is a test run. So much faster! In our throw away world I admire someone who has a vision and is able to recycle and re use. Thank you boys! (I refuse to completely quit using the little tractor and disk though. It just will have a smaller job, taking care of those – Hard to Reach areas. )