Eye candy in a pot on my deck. Lantana. Supposed to attract butterflies. That remains to be seen. They seem very hardy because they haven't wilted in the recent heat wave. And I keep forgetting to water them. Oops.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Day One Hundred Fifty One 2011
Eye candy in a pot on my deck. Lantana. Supposed to attract butterflies. That remains to be seen. They seem very hardy because they haven't wilted in the recent heat wave. And I keep forgetting to water them. Oops.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Day One Hundred Fifty 2011
My hubby Neil pulled an old pair of boots from the wood shed to put on while he was doing some digging in the yard today and found a bird nest in one of them. Apparently, these boots have been in the shed for quite some time. The nest looked old and used, no eggs. I hope whoever built it doesn't come back looking for her home.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Day One Hundred Forty Nine 2011
This is my 96 year old Aunt Joy Brown, reciting from memory the song/poem 'The Ragged Old Flag' this afternoon during the Memorial Day program in Gainesboro, Tennessee. She began doing this years ago and is always in great demand for these events. She made the Uncle Sam costume and used to tap dance in it before she fell and broke her hip a few years back. Now she tap dances holding on to her walker. She doesn't let anything keep her down, which is something I've always admired about her. The program today to honor veterans from Jackson County underscores the pride I already have in being an American. Hats off and heartfelt thanks to fallen soldiers who gave their lives defending our freedom.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Day One Hundred Forty Eight 2011
Pink day lilies are my favorite eye candy in our yard right now. Neil planted them along a fence in what used to be a sunny part of the back yard and staked them because they grow pretty tall and they're heavy plants. Now they grow beneath a maple tree and the stakes have disappeared. So they're on the ground and reaching for some sunlight, but they managed to bloom as beautiful as ever again this year. They always look good enough to eat.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Day One Hundred Forty Seven 2011
Random Picture Postcards From The Nashville Flea Market
This little cicada hitched a ride on the windshield wiper of the truck as we headed out for the flea market this morning. I was hoping he would fly away, but he just held on even after we hit the interstate. His wings started to blow backwards, and I could not bear the inevitable sight of the wind ripping his wings off. Neil pulled over, caught him and let him go on the side of the road.
You can always find a little mermaid or two at the flea market. Made me want to break out in a rendition of 'Under The Sea'.
This is a fan that only my airplane loving hubby could love.
Somebody's home movies? I wanted to ask the vendor what was on these reels of film, but he was so busy unloading his stuff, and he didn't seem like he cared to chat.
Give us a kiss. This was a cute display, and I wondered if the vendor placed them like this on purpose. Probably not.
Laundry day for great great grandma could not have been easy with this contraption! No wonder they had to iron all the time. Imagine the wrinkles after wringing out the clothes.
This made me laugh. I love monkey business at the flea market. Fun.
I coveted this fancy iron bed. The pigs not so much.
This here is a redneck wine glass. Only in the South, folks. Only in the South. Love it.
Every time I see firearms at the flea market, I always think of my brother in law Terry. For some strange reason.
A cauldron Harry Potter would love. I imagine it was once used to make lye soap.
I can't decide if this mannequin's hair is cute or if it just looks like a rat's nest.
The guy hiding behind that basket of oranges is mixing up some fresh orangeade for Neil. He wanted to try it instead of lemonade and found it very tasty.
My heart goes out to the poor bridesmaid who was forced to wear this dress, maybe in the seventies. Eighties? Maybe it belonged to Scarlett O'Hara.....Frankly, my dear.....
I think this guy was on his way to a toga party. Really. He was wearing a sheet.
The Nashville Flea Market is scheduled for the Tennessee State Fair Grounds through May of 2012. One vendor I talked to said it was looking good for the fairgrounds to stay put, which of course is good for the flea market. I hope it happens.
We arrived back home this afternoon in time to watch grandson Elijah play his last T Ball game for the season. The Muck Dogs won 18-17. I think the team came in third out of all the teams. Great season! Good job, Muck Dogs! Elijah is looking forward to their picnic at Hidden Hollow. They deserve it. Happy TGIF, everyone!
This little cicada hitched a ride on the windshield wiper of the truck as we headed out for the flea market this morning. I was hoping he would fly away, but he just held on even after we hit the interstate. His wings started to blow backwards, and I could not bear the inevitable sight of the wind ripping his wings off. Neil pulled over, caught him and let him go on the side of the road.
You can always find a little mermaid or two at the flea market. Made me want to break out in a rendition of 'Under The Sea'.
This is a fan that only my airplane loving hubby could love.
Somebody's home movies? I wanted to ask the vendor what was on these reels of film, but he was so busy unloading his stuff, and he didn't seem like he cared to chat.
Give us a kiss. This was a cute display, and I wondered if the vendor placed them like this on purpose. Probably not.
Laundry day for great great grandma could not have been easy with this contraption! No wonder they had to iron all the time. Imagine the wrinkles after wringing out the clothes.
This made me laugh. I love monkey business at the flea market. Fun.
I coveted this fancy iron bed. The pigs not so much.
This here is a redneck wine glass. Only in the South, folks. Only in the South. Love it.
Every time I see firearms at the flea market, I always think of my brother in law Terry. For some strange reason.
A cauldron Harry Potter would love. I imagine it was once used to make lye soap.
I can't decide if this mannequin's hair is cute or if it just looks like a rat's nest.
The guy hiding behind that basket of oranges is mixing up some fresh orangeade for Neil. He wanted to try it instead of lemonade and found it very tasty.
My heart goes out to the poor bridesmaid who was forced to wear this dress, maybe in the seventies. Eighties? Maybe it belonged to Scarlett O'Hara.....Frankly, my dear.....
I think this guy was on his way to a toga party. Really. He was wearing a sheet.
The Nashville Flea Market is scheduled for the Tennessee State Fair Grounds through May of 2012. One vendor I talked to said it was looking good for the fairgrounds to stay put, which of course is good for the flea market. I hope it happens.
We arrived back home this afternoon in time to watch grandson Elijah play his last T Ball game for the season. The Muck Dogs won 18-17. I think the team came in third out of all the teams. Great season! Good job, Muck Dogs! Elijah is looking forward to their picnic at Hidden Hollow. They deserve it. Happy TGIF, everyone!
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