Day One Hundred Ten 2012

My hubby Neil met his cousin Jim this afternoon for the first time ever. I think they are either second cousins or maybe first cousins, once removed (never could figure that out). There aren't many people out there with the last name Ranft, especially in this family. I found Jim on Facebook, and we messaged each other back and forth. Today he was passing through our town on his work travels from Birmingham back to his home in Illinois, and he stopped by for a visit. Apparently, Jim got the 'tall gene' from his great grandfather, who is Neil's grandfather (Jim is 6'4" and Neil is 5'8"). Genetics are funny like that. But I do see a family resemblance. They had a good visit and discovered some things they didn't know about other family members. And it's always good to meet someone who has the same unpronounceable name as yours. 

Day One Hundred Nine 2012

To Paradise, the Arabs say, Satan could never find the way
Until the peacock led him in.
 ~Charles Godfrey Leland
(Macro peacock feather)

Day One Hundred Eight 2012

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

~Hans Christian Andersen

Day One Hundred Seven 2012

Grandson Elijah takes off after he smacks the ball in the first regular season T Ball game this evening. His team, the Diamondbacks (D'Backs) played the Astros and won the game, 16 ~ 9. Good game, Elijah!

Day One Hundred Six 2012

Beautiful Sunday

Enjoyed this beautiful windy sunny Sunday afternoon, mostly outside. Neil and I bought some plants from a guy who sets up his greenhouse in town every spring~~Lantana, a couple of Geraniums, an Asparagus fern and another couple of big potted ferns that I will have to re-pot. I hung my curtains (sheets, actually) up on the front porch, which creates a nice little cozy hideaway that's great for reading, plus the sheets block the afternoon sun. I'm sure people driving by think I've hung my bedsheets out to dry. They don't know I'm tucked away back there, sitting in my creaky wicker rocker, reading some novel, listening to my wind chimes making music. Not too shabby. Hope your Sunday was a good one, too.