Charlyn’s Web

They are trying to see the light.

Does it shine through?

No? Are you sure?

Nope. Can’t see it. Something must be in there.

I have a passionate supporter of Rose #1. She sent me a cropped version of it and I do have to say it makes a difference. Here it is cropped and with a few of the background distractions gone. What do you think?

Or, why not go all the way?

I can’t decide which I like better.

Click on thumbnail to enlarge.

Which is your favorite?

Yes, another post about footwear.

Not sandals, though.

Not involving the Fashion Queen.

It involves boots and how The Mother just can’t pack.

We arrived at The Grandparents with a large plastic tote in tow filled with footwear. Slippers, sandals, clogs, “strap on shoes” and one pair of boots. One would think that would be adequate for all our footwear needs. Teach One to think. I know, I know- I should give that up. I’m trying, really.

The one pair of boots belonged to The Boy- just in case he went out to do some work with Grandpa. The last day we were there it rained just a little. The Boy wanted to go out to the garden to pick some berries for our homeward trip. There was a little concern about mud so it was decided that he should wear his boots. These precious items were spotted by Little Miss Sunshine who promptly wanted hers, which were at home in a closet.

I promptly received a tongue lashing. How could I not bring them? She wanted them! Where were hers?

This nagging would crop up every now and again on the way home. She has a tendency to nag and not forget things.

After we arrived home there has been one choice in footwear, as far as she is concerned. She doesn’t care how hot it is outside or what fashion would dictate.

Ah, that we were all that confident in our footwear choices.

I happened to look out the window to see a doe starting across the field. The Dog was out but I wasn’t hearing any noise from him. Just the deer walking calmly across the grass.

I grabbed my camera and slipped out the front and around the house. I wasn’t able to get very close- she was on to me!

I blew this photo up so you could actually tell that it was a deer. The quality isn’t that great.

She’s watching me. Then she did something that I haven’t seen or heard a deer do before- she started snorting. Well, I guess that’s what you’d call it. She blew loud breaths. Then she started stomping the ground with her front feet. I was glad I wasn’t any closer.

And what was The Dog doing while I was being snorted at?

Why, he is watching me. When he saw me look at him (and take his photo) he leaped off the porch and came over to me all happy.

Deer? What deer?

I know he saw it but he is just too lazy to chase them. If I had chased it then he would have ran with me, leaping all over, looking over his shoulder at me- “we having fun Mom!?!?” Then when I stopped, he would too, ignoring the deer that are leaping away.

We now let The Boy do the scaring of the deer away- he’s much better at it than The Dog.

*Note- I am still gone. Just got a post ready before I left so you wouldn’t miss me too much.

Sunshine decided on this day that she wasn’t going to ride the Dirt King Trike, her faithful friend that rides the ditches with her. She was going to walk. I guess she decided that it was really going to be a trek because she just had to carry her chair with her.

The chair is a real cute one that was given to her by her Grandmother. It has straps so she can carry it on her back and a pocket to carry things.

She carried it the whole way, which wasn’t really that far, and we didn’t even stop to use it. Tsk, tsk.

The baler came Friday. Such excitement!

We rushed right out to take some photos as the bales are picked up right away.

Nine bales total. We’ve had better, we’ve had worse.

We’ll have to wait for the puny second cutting to get our fix again. Until then, The Boy has his toy farm equipment out and is swathing, raking and baling all the rugs. Sure is hard work! Whew! But this year his Baby Sister is helping which helps ease the burden.