It started in kindergarten with pens and ink pots and blotting paper. Since then I've loved writing. Transferring the noise in my head to paper calms the chaos. If a worthwhile thought occasionally emerges, I'll keep it here with memories, stories and other random trivia, of interest mainly to myself and, with a bit of luck, to the odd passerby.
We used to have Blue Herrons in our pond when we had our quarter-horse farm. They worried "the husband", because he was afraid they would eat all the bass from the pond and the blue-gill would run wild. There is something so peaceful about having water nearby.
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Great picture...Mooly Bawn
Make that Molly Bawn...you might think that Molly is one name that I could type correctly :)
don't forget the ants.
Wow. That would be awesome to quilt alongside such a sight!
The wonderful calm, calptured.
I'm sure his brother lives just down the way here! He has the same wicked eye....
This photo is more beautiful than any painting.
Re the previous post... being deep in thought is clearly a dangerous thing if you're also deep in an anthill. Ugh.
Nice bird, though. Is it a heron? (are there herons in America?)
Wonderful photo!
You have friends in wet places, Molly.
We used to have Blue Herrons in our pond when we had our quarter-horse farm. They worried "the husband", because he was afraid they would eat all the bass from the pond and the blue-gill would run wild. There is something so peaceful about having water nearby.
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