Sunday, May 24, 2015

Someone's been eating my eggs and it's not Goldilocks

Once upon a time a young couple (this is my story so I can call them anything I want) James and Karen spent a few hours on a very lovely day sitting on the deck by the James River catching some rays and waving to friendly kayakers as they passed.  Feeling rested, they decided it was time to return home. They hummed and smiled and skipped their way back.

BUT, while they were away from the house someones (yes, ones) came slithering in to the chicken barn to taste the "porridge".  Karen decided to check for eggs before returning to the house.  She reached into the nest but just in time saw the black snake before she touched him.  One year she did touch the snake because she didn't look first.  She may be a slow learner but it appears there's hope for her.
I don't know if she screamed but there was some noise coming from the barn. She hollered to James there was a snake.  Two minutes later the courageous warrior appeared with gloves on and ever-so-swiftly removed the snake and took him to his garden, in hopes it would help control the mole/vole population that has been wreaking havoc on his sweet potato garden.  My hero!

Feeling relieved, Karen went back in the barn to see if any eggs were left and, I'm not kidding you, there was a second snake making it's claim to the one remaining egg.  NO WAY!  I think I heard him saying something like, "ahhh, this egg is just right".

"Not so fast you slithering-black-breakfast stealing-marauder.  The brave warrior's work isn't done." Karen exclaimed.

She tried calling said warrior on his cell phone but he never has it on him so she went into the house to tell him of the second intruder.    Up for the challenge he put his gloves back on.  After missing at first swipe, and a quick escape by the egg thief, James' quick hands deftly removed him and took him for a hike.

Karen returned to the barn, scanned the rafters and checked every nook and cranny before declaring, "All is well.  Rest easy my little chickens.  You can sleep safely in your beds tonight."

                                                                THE END

I went back to look at the photo I took of the first snake in the nest and saw what I hadn't seen at first glance.  The second snake was waiting in line behind the copper barn art.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Locks of love from donkeys

It's too bad someone can't use donkey hair to make wigs for folks who need them.

I've already brushed at least 3 times as much hair from them but they still have lots more to shed.  Windsor wanted in on the action too but he's not ready to let go of his fluffy baby fur yet.
It's a shame for all this hair to go to waste.  I suppose someone could make it into yarn but I don't know how to do that, nor do I want to take the time to learn.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Back when we were beautiful

Emmylou Harris sang a song called Back When We Were Beautiful.
"Back When We Were Beautiful"
(with Rodney Crowell)

I guess you had to be there, she said,
You had to be
She handed me a yellowed photograph
And then said, see
This was my greatest love, my one and only love
And this is me
Back when we were beautiful, see

I don't feel very different, she said,
I know it's strange
I guess I've gotten used to these little aches and pains
But I still love to dance, you know we used to dance
The night away
Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, yes

I hate it when they say
I'm aging gracefully
I fight it every day
I guess they never see
I don't like this at all
What's happening to me

But I really love my grandkids, she said,
They're sweet to hold
They would have loved their grandpa
Those awful jokes he told
You know sometimes for a laugh, the two of us would act
Like we were old
Back when we were beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, yes

But I guess you had to be there...

This song comes to mind after a weekend spent with dear friends we've known for 20 years. They visit once or twice a year. My favorite part of the visit is when James and Bob play piano and sax together while the rest of us sing and dance and act silly.

It was a beautiful weekend in many ways.  The weather cooperated so Bob and Judy could show us how they pretend to fly fish.  Um, yeah, they looked good in their gear but we didn't have any trout or bass for dinner.  That's ok.  We know it takes time.

This was our first river weekend of the season.  James and Molly kayaked and I got too much sun, as evidenced by my legs.   Here's James communing with the river.  A moment of Zen.
We used to call this group of friends the running group because we all met through our Salisbury running club when we lived in NC. Most of us don't run anymore.  We're heavier, greyer and we probably tell the same stories year after year but I love our history and our love for each other.  I have to admit I love growing older.

Yes, we used to be more beautiful, but I wouldn't trade this for my youth any day.