Something Small Comes Along…

While visiting my brother in Texas, we saw these little critters crawling on his rose bush. 

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And so it begins

Waking up Monday morning to get the precious children ready for school only to look out the window and see this:

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School went from being a two-hour delay to canceling as road conditions worsened throughout the morning. The life of a school student. Needless to say, the boys were quite happy to go back to bed.

I enjoy all four seasons and am usually ready for winter by the time the first snow settles on everything. But this time, though the snow is pretty and peaceful, I can do without the bitter winds which accompanied the snow. And then proceeded to hang around even after the snow melted.

Welcome Winter! Please make yourself at home. Lay your white blanket anywhere you wish. Ice belongs in the kitchen freezer and those mind-numbing winds can stay in the Artic.

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Summertime Surprises

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Every week seems to bring a new surprise. After the snow decided to leave once and for all – we noticed sections around the yard have bloomed into various flowers: Bleeding Hearts, Tulips, Iris, Carnations, Crocuses and Roses.


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By the end of May, I discovered a huge strawberry patch (these babies are

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Last week, after being attacked by low hanging branches, my husband went out to trim the offending branches. Only instead of being random tree limbs, he realized they were fruit trees: cherries, peaches, and crabapples.

 

 

 

 

 

~ Isn’t life sweet?! ~

 

Photo Challenge 5.25.12: Summertime

 

Summertime
A period of time where work does not get completed, intentionally or not.
To be free of deadlines and high expectations of someone other than yourself.
To enjoy endless hours from stressful agendas to focus instead on what it truly means to relax.

This is a shot of my son and niece playing in the Smith Lake, Virginia, this past weekend. The two kids are directly in the center of the group of people – see the water splashing? That would be my son…crazy kid.

Welcome to Summertime!

 

A Very Memorable Weekend

Instead of trying to recapture my thoughts from earlier posts that were sitting in my “edit/proofread” slots, I decided to ditch them all and start with this past weekend.

We took a little trip to Virginia for a few days of family time.

We left home about 4 am and drove through the mountains while the sun was waking up.

 Here’s the sun peeking over the clouds… Along with some fog we encountered…but it was pretty.

The cousins were hanging around after the “serious” pictures were finished. My sons were glad to meet their cousins – it has been 5 years since our last visit and that is too long to wait, if you ask me. The cousins ages are: 15, 10, 10, 8, 6, and 3 years – the missing cousin is 20 but she had to work. Next time – she will be there.

Sunday was spent at Smith Mountain Lake, we were there for several hours. According to one of relatives, this is the same beach where “Dirty Dancing” was filmed. The kids made a sand castle – with the help of an adult.

The evening brought some veggin’ time for the cousins – they were too tired to play outside so they lounged on the floor and played electronic games. It was serious business…

We left on Monday and drove the long way home – we stopped for a fast visit with some friends outside of Knoxville, TN. But the Smoky Mountains were beautiful to drive through. I don’t have many photos of that part of the trip as I was the one behind the wheel. Last I checked, it was difficult to take pictures and drive…

It was truly a memorable weekend had by all.

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Wonder

Ahh..a good old-fashioned corn maze right before sunset.

A couple of weeks ago we took the kids to a corn maze. Due to work schedules, we ended up arriving just as the sun was setting. Talk about a great time to freak out the children.

Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything scary. Just got them a little mixed up.

Armed with flashlights, warm coats, and a map of the maze – you know, to get us more lost – we headed for the paths shaped to be a football player holding a football and an Indianapolis Colts football helmet.

Where was I? Oh yes. My husband and teenage son led us through this adventure of corn stalks. The 9-year-old boy and I followed with the girlie girl and boy friend close behind.

The sky was dark. With cloud coverage, the stars and moon were playing peek-a-boo with us.

The only lights we saw were glimpses of flashlights from other maze goers and the occasional beam of lights from the barns.

If only we could get back there.

After about an hour of going in what felt like circles, every intersection became like a game of chance.  Heads we go left, tails we go right.

Of course, we just came from that way. Didn’t we?

We met several others along the paths. Each believing they were going the correct direction. It was as if we were the only ones wondering which way to go.