Yesterday evening Josie and I hung out while the rest of her bunch went to karate. We picked squash

and she helped me wash it,

and get it ready to bake.

We petted bunnies,

and sailed through the air in the pink swing.

And we drew horses on the chalk board.
Then, after she went home, I took a bath. Now, normally I wouldn’t mention such a thing. You see, we have four bathrooms, but only one of them has a tub. And it is gearing up to be remodeled…and can’t be used.
Soooo, I washed out this

galvanized tub and fixed it so I could have me a bath.

I ran some hot water in it…

and waited. Then, just as day was surrendering to night, I settled into the lavender infused, shoulder deep water, sipped an Italian cream soda, watched the flickering candle flames, and listened to a whippoorwill. I’m not sure I remember EVER enjoying a bath this much.

Whatdayado on a rainy day in the a South?

Well, pretty much what you do any other day…

if you’re a duck.
I guess it would depend on the temperature, and time of year, and just how bad the rain really is.
Today it’s raining, and I decided to take a stroll through the daylilies. Daylilies DO NOT look good when they’re wet. But I discovered that wet looks pretty good on daylilies. This is what I saw. Enjoy!

Yesterday we went to the airport to pick up that girl from New York,

you know….the one that lived with us last summer. And how long will she be staying this time?

We don’t know. She don’t know. Only God knows.

We’re just glad she’s home, and she can stay however long she wants.

On our way back to the house we stopped at Canes. You see,

that girl from New York discovered Canes last summer, and there’s not one in Buffalo.

So we fixed her up with some fried chicken and sweet tea.
The first thing she said when she got off the plane was, “I really missed you guys”. So, I think she’s happy to be back. The next thing she said was, “Oh my goodness, I’m going to have to get used to this heat again.”
Oh well, so are the days of our lives.

Josh and Nikki went to some daylily deal in Baton Rouge for the weekend, which being interpreted, means that the grandmothers would tag team the kids.
My round started yesterday morning. It was a perfect day with not a cloud in the sky, so for lunch, they wanted to have a picnic.

The boys spread the blanket,

while Josie and I prepared the spread.
There was just a slight chill in the air, so having the blanket in full sun

felt really nice.
We stayed outside most of the day, except for a couple of

rest periods which always included Tandy, the new rabbit.
The afternoon and evening were spent fishing,

Thank goodness, the boys could

bait their own hooks,

and remove their own fish.
At one point Josie and I took a little walk, and she

stopped to rest on a rock. While we were there, I looked to find Denton putting the stringer of fish back into the pond. He was swinging those fish around his head like a cowboy about to rope a steer. When he released that stringer, all those little fish somehow just flew off.
That was fine with me, because I didn’t want to clean them anyhow. But, wouldn’t you know, that after we got back from karate,

those boys went back out and caught some more.

I was kinda hoping that those fish knew how to fly too…but they didn’t. So, I’ll close with a quote from my granddaughter, who, quite often says,

“Weeeeeee! What fun!”

Perhaps you’ve seen us

out and about. Or maybe you’ve

passed us on the road. And if you haven’t, it’s possible that you will. I’m trying to expose Piper to as many sights, sounds and people as I can. ( You know…therapy dog in training.) He just hasn’t mastered the art of pretending he’s not so excited to see people.
So, today we went to Tractor Supply to practice his social skills,

and let him do a little shopping.
He must have anticipated that we would be going someplace, because when I called him to clip on his leash,

he was flossing his teeth. Love that dog!

Things are moving right along on our little hill.

The mayhaw season is drawing to a close, and though there are quite a few

of them still under the trees, they can stay there. Those ‘nassy pigs’ have been having them for a midnight snack. How do I know that? Well, because they have left ‘thank you’ gifts in the form of little piles under most of the trees. And that’s all I have to say about that.

The blueberries are coming along quite nicely,

as well as the plums

and peaches.

The corn patch is sporting a few gaps, thanks to the crows, but

the rest of our little garden is looking good.

The roses running along the fence are in full bloom, as well as

the Confederate Jasmine growing on the tree house. And, because of our unusually cold winter, the daylilies are just now

getting up enough nerve to begin to open…and I love it when that happens.

Friday evening was perfect for a picnic, so I figured,

“Why not?” Besides, the grandchildren were coming over,

so I prepared a place in the mayhaw orchard for supper.

At the appropriate time,Denton drove us up the hill on the golf cart, but halfway there,

Hudson jumped off and beat us there on foot.

Josie was more than happy to take her place on the blanket, because she knew

that we were having ‘bockey’…which, being interpreted, means ‘broccoli’.

We ate fried chicken,

and drank juice from little boxes.

There was even dirty rice, and for dessert,

there were chocolate cupcakes.

When the boys decided to race to ‘pawpaw rock’, Josie (who LOVES chicken)

snatched theirs up, and took off with it.

Joel was late getting there, because of work. But when he did show up, we got to talking,

and Penny ate the chicken we had saved for him. Soooo,

we looked for animals in the clouds.
Whether you’re doing any or all of the above,

or are pretending you’re in a space ship traveling through galaxies far, far away,

or picking up may haws, and maybe

trying a few…all of that is not what you’re really doing anyhow. What you’re REALLY doing…is making memories.

Those ‘nassy pigs’,

as Josie calls them,

have really had themselves a good time

on our little piece of heaven. It’s not that easy

to catch them in the act of being themselves, because you never know

what time their parties are going to get under way…

and those parties are always private. For me, staying up all night is NOT gonna happen. So what do you do? You set a trap and go to bed and wait…because nobody ever really gets away with anything…even pigs.

Dr. R. G. Lee preached the most famous sermon of the 20th century. As a matter of fact, he preached it over 1000 times. The sermon was titled ‘Payday Someday’. To sum it up, for all, there will be a payday someday …either sooner or later.

For some, it will be a good experience. For others…not so much.
This week, payday came sooner than later for a certain sounder of swine, whose ‘trespasses’, though committed in darkness,

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had been revealed in the light.

I’ve gotta tell ya, they’re really not that friendly. But,

what else would you expect from a face like this?