Day Forty One 2011

I'm not sure what kind of bird this is, but he has pretty wings. All the birds go nuts over the peanut butter. This feeder was empty before the morning was done. The sun melted what little snow we got last night even though the temps are still in the freezer.

Day Forty 2011

Male cardinals are always a vivid shot of color on a gray winter's day. This one was busy snacking on seeds. I snapped his picture as he suddenly flew away. He looks frozen in mid air--a distinct possibility on this frozen day. It's snowing again.

Day Thirty Nine 2011

Who could possibly wrap his teeth around the giant BBQ sandwich from Stroud's BBQ here in town?

This guy, that's who! Nephew Chris joined me, my sister and brother for lunch with my mom today at her place. We try to get together once a week. We always bring our own lunches and have a good time yakking and laughing about stuff. BTW, he ate the whole thing.

And then all of a sudden out of the blue the kitchen served up an unexpected treat for us--a big brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a cherry on top. Not too shabby, huh? Chris couldn't eat all his after swallowing that huge sandwich. Hey, lesson learned: you always save room for dessert. Even if you don't know dessert is on its way. I'm just saying. Good times, peeps! See you next time at the 'side.

Day Thirty Eight 2011

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland

Buttercups, Jonquils, Daffodils. Doesn't matter what you call them; they're sprouting in my back yard.

Day Thirty Seven 2011

You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.
~~Matthew 5:13


The collector in me really likes an old salt crock. These are some I've picked up over the years from the flea market, junk stores and antique malls. I have another smaller one not in this lineup that I actually keep salt in. These were very inexpensive (needless to say, or else they would not be sitting on a shelf in my kitchen), but I have seen some that cost hundreds of dollars, I suppose simply for the fact that they have survived a hundred years or more, which instantly makes an item more valuable. One thing's for sure, I've never seen a Morton's salt box for sale at the flea market.