Happy Father’s Day

I found a few interesting quotes about fathers while roaming around the internet.

* When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. – Mark Twain

* By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. – Charles Wadsworth

* To be a successful father, there’s one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don’t look at it for the first two years. – Ernest Hemingway

* Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. – Red Buttons

* My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly, not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it. – Josefowitz

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

Black thumbs

Okay, I admit it. When it comes to outdoor gardening, what I know would fit on the tip of my black thumb. Weeds never have to worry. If there are flowers involved – I do recognize dandelions – I assume they should be there, decorating my garden.

Now that we have a half acre of land that has been neglected for years, the weeds are taking over. :wall:At least I think they’re weeds. Are they? Anybody know?

At first, they looked like a ground cover that the previous owner had planted. But now, they’re out of control. .

Suddenly, flowers appeared, shooting out of the top. Are they really flowers? Weeds? Are the two even connected, or just two weeds fighting over the same space?

I have no idea, but unless I find out what they are, I know how I’m going to be spending my weekend.

Anybody?

Scrambled or poached?

We found this robin’s nest hidden beneath some brush when we were clearing trees at the lake this past weekend. We waited …

and waited …

and waited …

and waited …

Momma robin never showed up. Since the temperature dropped to zero every night, it was safe to assume the baby bird wouldn’t survive.

Our seven-year-old grandson (who is in a constant state of near starvation, according to him) had a brilliant idea.

Me: Since the mommy hasn’t come back, I don’t think the egg will hatch.

He: So what’s inside it? A dead bird?

Me: No. I suppose it will be like a chicken egg.

He (excited): So can we eat it for breakfast?

Me: EEEEEWWWWWWW!!! :yuck:

I’m back

Happy May Day!

I’m back from vacation. I’m exhausted, and I now weigh more than the Goodyear blimp. But … I have a wicked tan :bananadance:

Can you hear it?

It’s the sound of the ocean – the Atlantic, to be exact.

I’m on vacation in sunny – and really HOT!! Florida, so happy that I’m not home where it’s still snowing. I’m lazing at the beach, listening to the sounds of the surf and the seagulls, and trying not to get burned … which isn’t easy when the temperatures are hovering around the 90 mark. Yep, it’s a tough life 😆

I’ll be back at the end of the month, maybe with photos of where I’m staying.

Happy Easter

Wishing all of you who celebrate Easter a wonderful day.

Btw, I have it on good authority that all chocolate delivered by the Easter Bunny is calorie free :bananadance: