October 27, 2010 It is 88 degrees outside.
We haven't even had a frost yet!
Summer is not giving up!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Trip Almost to the Mountains
At one time on the weekend closest to my Mom's Birthday (the middle of October) we made the annual trip to see the leaves. Those were in simpler times when taking a ride to see something new was exciting and fulfilling. Oh well, times do change and we must change with them or get left behind. I haven't made that trip in quite a few years until this weekend.
The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area. The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display. There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers". Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers. Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also. It was the Mother of Old Car Shows.
Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels. They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels. Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy. There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.
Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp. Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds. My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.
My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team. They were absolutely wonderful. With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair. The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival. I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice. Oh, yes. My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter.
Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies. The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off. It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
The Moonshine Festival is an annual event for the people in the Dawsonville area. The town was as loaded as the old moonshine runner's vehicles that we saw on display. There were also the runner's of the runners better known at the time as "the revenuers". Many interesting vehicles outfitted to their task of either hauling the shine or catching the haulers. Being the hometown of racer Bill Elliot, there was many old racing cars on display also. It was the Mother of Old Car Shows.
Many talented people displayed their arts and I had my first feel of the Crystal marbles or jewels. They were soft and moist, not at all what you expect when you reach to pick them up and the automatic jerking back of the hand takes place as it comes in contact with these little jewels. Very novel idea for plants and flowers as these little jewels retain moisture very well and for long periods of time keeping their marble shape without going flat or getting squishy. There were loads of woodworking items, furniture and carved decor.
Food booths were everywhere and if I had not been careful I would have left looking (and feeling) like a blimp. Spicy boiled peanuts seemed the hit of the day as well as spicy pork rinds. My lips are still tingling, but they were delicious.
My highlight of the trip was my granddaughter and her clogging team. They were absolutely wonderful. With their wonderful costumes they danced all over the stage with smiles on their faces and the bows in their hair. The swishing of their crinolines under their skirts and the clickety clack of their shoes was so inspiring and fit in completely with the theme of the festival. I so enjoyed watching the results of my granddaughters long hours of practice. Oh, yes. My daughter clogged also, and she was almost as good as her daughter.
Dawsonville is a nice small friendly town just north of Atlanta at the foothills of the smokies. The leaves have started to turn there and some of the trees displayed a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, golds and the deep wine colors that always sets the others off. It was an enjoyable trip and full of fun.
Until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Friday, October 22, 2010
Acknowlege vs Acceptance
There is a gift sitting on your table. You know it is there, therefore you acknowledge its existence. You walk by it everyday, you dust around the edges, but you don't open the package. One day you are ready. You sit down and remove the ribbon and paper. Now you have accepted your gift.
This is much like the gift from God of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Many acknowledge the gift of the Savior, but few accept this gift from God. There are still many that are not aware of the gift. The Savior is there, waiting for our acceptance. The joys, blessings and comforts from this gift is life changing. Don't wait too long to open your gift.
This is much like the gift from God of his Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Many acknowledge the gift of the Savior, but few accept this gift from God. There are still many that are not aware of the gift. The Savior is there, waiting for our acceptance. The joys, blessings and comforts from this gift is life changing. Don't wait too long to open your gift.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Chicken update II
I tried to give you a break on my chicken tales, but can't hold back any longer!
Olive green eggs arrived last week (I may have mentioned these) and today, dear hubby came flying in the house with 2 olive green eggs, found not in the coop, but in holes in the dirt of the floor of the barn. Chickens, as most poultry do, love to dust their feathers in the dirt. The Black Giants (that is the way they were sold) have both started laying and the eggs are so unusual on the outside, but same old egg on the inside. They are as large as the Rhode Island Red's eggs, but have a beautiful olive green tint.
Bless their hearts, they look just like a baby buzzard, but if you can get by their looks they are really sweet birds. As the days are getting shorter the number of eggs will get less. Chickens lay according to their light intake and I don't keep a light on my birds, so when the days get shorter and they get less light, I get less eggs.
I was a little late the other day in feeding the birds and the old rooster had already gone to his roosting stick. As I poured the laying mash in the feeder, he swooped down on me. Luckily I was anticipating his ire and quickly twisted to the side thereby foiling his attempts to do me in. He is getting more ornery with age, but still knows where his food comes from. He just has to try me once in a while.
My little yard birds which are almost as big as their mom, are running around on their own now. They have learned they can venture away from mom and still be safe, but if cornered will squawk and fly right to her side. They are so fun to watch.
I am not getting much of that yard work done, but it is still on my "to do" list. The more I have on my list, the less I seem to get accomplished, but so is life. The harder we peddle the steeper the hill.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Olive green eggs arrived last week (I may have mentioned these) and today, dear hubby came flying in the house with 2 olive green eggs, found not in the coop, but in holes in the dirt of the floor of the barn. Chickens, as most poultry do, love to dust their feathers in the dirt. The Black Giants (that is the way they were sold) have both started laying and the eggs are so unusual on the outside, but same old egg on the inside. They are as large as the Rhode Island Red's eggs, but have a beautiful olive green tint.
Bless their hearts, they look just like a baby buzzard, but if you can get by their looks they are really sweet birds. As the days are getting shorter the number of eggs will get less. Chickens lay according to their light intake and I don't keep a light on my birds, so when the days get shorter and they get less light, I get less eggs.
I was a little late the other day in feeding the birds and the old rooster had already gone to his roosting stick. As I poured the laying mash in the feeder, he swooped down on me. Luckily I was anticipating his ire and quickly twisted to the side thereby foiling his attempts to do me in. He is getting more ornery with age, but still knows where his food comes from. He just has to try me once in a while.
My little yard birds which are almost as big as their mom, are running around on their own now. They have learned they can venture away from mom and still be safe, but if cornered will squawk and fly right to her side. They are so fun to watch.
I am not getting much of that yard work done, but it is still on my "to do" list. The more I have on my list, the less I seem to get accomplished, but so is life. The harder we peddle the steeper the hill.
Until next time . . .
Happy Reading!
Belle
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Happy Birthday Mom!
Born the youngest child in a family of four children in 1932, Mom is celebrating her birthday today. She looks outstanding and is still young at heart. Life has not always been good to her, but she has always picked herself up and carried on with her life. I know she gets lonely as in the past few years she lost her last sister and brother, but she stays in touch with what is left.
Never a big reader, she has taken to Karen Kingsbury's books and likes to read them in order for each series. She gets very frustrated with us providers when we can't find a complete series or a certain book she hasn't read. She calls herself "going to bed early" so she can read in peace and quiet in her room.
I bought her a "goody" bag today filled with all those special little things she doesn't buy for herself. She can pamper herself to no end, then lay in bed and read while snacking on chocolate covered almonds. She has earned the treats and the time of rest.
Mom, thanks for all you have done and I hope your day has been special! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Never a big reader, she has taken to Karen Kingsbury's books and likes to read them in order for each series. She gets very frustrated with us providers when we can't find a complete series or a certain book she hasn't read. She calls herself "going to bed early" so she can read in peace and quiet in her room.
I bought her a "goody" bag today filled with all those special little things she doesn't buy for herself. She can pamper herself to no end, then lay in bed and read while snacking on chocolate covered almonds. She has earned the treats and the time of rest.
Mom, thanks for all you have done and I hope your day has been special! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Oh my! I was taking stock of the front yard yesterday afternoon, planning what needs to be done and what needs to be left alone. Low and behold, there at the end of the gutter at the downspout were two pretty little pines trees, sprouted and growing as pretty as you please. Well, that is a sure sign to get it in gear and clean the gutters out. The only problem is that end of the house is about 20 feet to the gutter and I will not climb that far without proper supervision. So, a good excuse to put it off until I can find a responsible person to take care of that problem - usually my son.
I have to clean some dead and damaged limbs out of the pear trees. These trees have been here over fifty years and have to be petted and pampered at this stage. My pears had some kind of blight last year, previously mentioned here, but they seem to have recovered from this. This year the squirrels feasted on the blooms and the nuts from the baby pears dropping them to the ground for the rabbits to feast on as they came along. Therefore, I had no pears this year either, which makes for two years in a row there will be no preserves. I am thinking I am feeding God's creatures more than keeping food in the pantry.
There are many changes taking place in all our lives and this takes adjustments and reorganizing. I am thankful for all of God's blessing for all time, but especially over the last few months. I am thankful for God hearing and answering our prayers when our cousins serving this country were concerned. One cousin arrived home safe and sound from Iraq this week. Thank you sweet Jesus!
My redneck chihuahuas are having quite a time adjusting to the drastic change in temperatures we have experienced over the last 3 weeks. They have returned to their cuddle mode for warmth and have been spending more time inside. They love the hot sun of summer, but that is passed and they are now waiting for me to build the first fire of fall so they can warm their backsides.
Have much to do so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
I have to clean some dead and damaged limbs out of the pear trees. These trees have been here over fifty years and have to be petted and pampered at this stage. My pears had some kind of blight last year, previously mentioned here, but they seem to have recovered from this. This year the squirrels feasted on the blooms and the nuts from the baby pears dropping them to the ground for the rabbits to feast on as they came along. Therefore, I had no pears this year either, which makes for two years in a row there will be no preserves. I am thinking I am feeding God's creatures more than keeping food in the pantry.
There are many changes taking place in all our lives and this takes adjustments and reorganizing. I am thankful for all of God's blessing for all time, but especially over the last few months. I am thankful for God hearing and answering our prayers when our cousins serving this country were concerned. One cousin arrived home safe and sound from Iraq this week. Thank you sweet Jesus!
My redneck chihuahuas are having quite a time adjusting to the drastic change in temperatures we have experienced over the last 3 weeks. They have returned to their cuddle mode for warmth and have been spending more time inside. They love the hot sun of summer, but that is passed and they are now waiting for me to build the first fire of fall so they can warm their backsides.
Have much to do so until next time . . .
Happy reading!
Belle
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thank you, my friend!
Our family is large with extended cousins, aunts, uncles and the very dear in-laws. Today one of those cousins went home. I know his wife, children, grandchildren, sister and brother will miss him greatly. He was a heck of a man. Always ready with a warm friendly smile with joy in his eyes. He was as comfortable in his judges robes as he was in his jeans and flannels, as comfortable behind the bench as he was on his farm.
I will miss the laughter and joy that we all shared. I thank you Jim for the joy and happiness that we shared and the love of family that keep us all together. Our family is growing with youth but we are losing much of our history as is the way of the life.
You will always be remembered and many memories shared and always it will be done with a smile and a warm heart.
I will miss the laughter and joy that we all shared. I thank you Jim for the joy and happiness that we shared and the love of family that keep us all together. Our family is growing with youth but we are losing much of our history as is the way of the life.
You will always be remembered and many memories shared and always it will be done with a smile and a warm heart.
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