Wednesday Randomness

I took some pictures of our Topsy Turvy tomato plant last night. It looks like there is going to be an abundance of cherry tomatoes, but I want to know when they’re going to turn red! I’m impatient!

The Tax Time Pig has had a stuffed Saint Bernard sitting on its back all week. Rather than take a picture I thought I’d just let you envision that. There wasn’t a sign so I’m not sure what exactly this portends.

I appreciated all the positive responses to my poem about the Ohio Cornfield Prostitute. I have really pondered the meaning of the sign and I’ve decided that the most likely scenario is some sort of feud between two people of the female persuasion & one of them posted this not-so-subtle hint about the character of the other one. Anyone else have any other ideas?

Although I’m not a prostitute, I did have some ice cream on Sunday. I had Cow Patty flavor. Dr. M had boring old chocolate (he will tell you that it was excellent - & on sale!).

You may notice that I tend to link to old posts a lot. This is not primarily to get you to go read old posts (although it’s a nice side benefit). I’m just too lazy to say everything again.

On my way to work this morning I was composing a soliloquy about how much I enjoy my commute on pretty days, but then I hit the interstate portion of the journey & started cussing. Took the charm right out of the journey. It’s because I’m listening to music instead of audio books. Music does not soothe this savage beast!

My music playlist is rather eclectic. I’ve got Sheryl Crow, Indigo Girls, Jonatha Brooke, Ingrid Michaelson, John Gorka, Eric Clapton, Michelle Shocked, Annie Parsons, Dixie Chicks, Allison Krauss, Bruce Hornsby, Tom Petty, Eliza Gilkyson, Lucy Kaplansky, Richard Shindell, Marc Kohn, Girlyman, The Wailin’ Jennys, Suzy Boggus, Bonnie Raitt, some others I can’t remember, and… Sarah Vaughn. Now I really love Sarah Vaughn. But. Mixed in with these other artists? With all those orchestral arrangements? It’s just anachronistic. She makes me think of Carol Burnett singing some parody or other. In future I’ll save Sarah for my Rosemary Clooney/Patricia Barber mix.

Tomorrow Dr. M & I are heading up to Lake Erie. We’re staying in the town of Marblehead. Marblehead has charm, fishermen, & mayflies (I’m actually hoping the mayflies are gone by the time we get up there). We mostly like to just sit & watch the water & take pictures of the ducks. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it later!

I may or may not post while we’re gone – if not, I’ll see you guys on Tuesday!

Poetry Bus - The Love in the Cornfields Stop

This week's Poetry Bus driver is the very talented Don't Feed the Pixies. He set us all the task of rehabilitating road (or any other) signs that were just lounging about doing nothing. We could either:

1) Follow the sign and write something we saw at the other end
2) Merely imagine what might be at the other end and write about that
3) Find a new use for the word on the sign to explain something that currently has no word

So Dr. M and I took a ramble today in the Bugly & found ourselves out in the Ohio countryside. We traveled down this road:

And found this sign:

Just in case you can't see, it says, "Ho STOP 4 $20"

Whereupon I chose Option 2 and wrote this poem:

Love in the Cornfields

It's not an easy life
Love in the cornfields
Love on the plow
Love for a Jackson

It's not an easy life
Corn fed Ohio boys
Always want a deal –
Hamilton and Lincoln

It's not an easy life
Cows to be milked
I just want a little
Spending money on the side

It's not an easy life
Love in the cornfields
But sometimes
We go for ice cream after

My memory never was as good as it used to be

As I mentioned in this post, my dad is playing Dastardly Dan in a play. Gah! The troupe was written up in the local paper & daddy was quoted. Always a terrifying moment for me. You just never quite know what will come out of his mouth.

The troupe is called the Encore players, made up out of "55ish" and older actors. The name of the play is "The Perils of Precious Penelope or Keep Your Temper(ance) in Check." Everyone involved is apparently having a blast - & the reporter enjoyed watching the rehearsal. The actors in these productions read from their scripts instead of memorizing their lines – which actually makes the melodrama even funnier. My dad says that's ok with him because, his memory never was as good as it used to be. Heh.

In the article, daddy said about retirement and getting older, "Let's let them know that retirement isn't just fishing and playing with the grandkids," he says. "It's about getting out and having a life of your own." Which I find really funny because I don't know when he last fished (Was it that trip down to Santee Cooper when Joe thought Uncle Bill was a bear? Was that even at Santee Cooper?). He should have said that retirement isn't just about golf & gardening – those are his passions.

I think it's great that he's playing an evil villain. He always could make the most terrifying faces – which for some reason always cracked me up. Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of him with an evil look, so I'm using one of him participating in one of his other favorite pastimes.

Project 365 – Week Twenty-six

Sunday, June 20^th
On Sunday Dr. M decided to fly the American flag – we really like this picture showing patriotism in the neighborhood.

Monday, June 21^st
On Monday, we decided to take another picture of our resident frog. It's so FAT!

Tuesday, June 22^nd
On Tuesday I took a close-up of one of the daisies in the front flower bed – we're enjoying them so much!

Wednesday, June 23^rd
On Wednesday Dr. M finally took some pictures of the ubiquitous rolls of hay in the area. We've been meaning to take a picture ever since we moved up here.

Thursday, June 24^th
We have two pictures of the moon – it's just been GREAT this week. Here's the first one:

Friday, June 25^th
On Friday, we finally bit the bullet & decided to trade in Dr. M's 2001 Jeep Cherokee. It had some major issues (including the fact that the driver's seat was unseated – it only stayed put because we laid the back seats down so they held it in place). We replaced it with a 2004 Pontiac Aztek – I've always wanted one (they're so ugly they're cute to me). I think it looks like a bug, so Dr. M is calling it the Bugly.

Here's the second picture of the moon – it was just gorgeous last night.

Saturday, June 26^th
Today I took a couple of pictures of one of our squash blooms. Isn't it pretty? Am I going to regret planting squash? Should I go ahead & take orders? Heh.

Go here to see the blogs of all the other Project 365 participants.

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge - Week 115

I did it! I wrote two stories instead of one. I am not super excited by either of them, but this is a learning process. Go to Raven's blog to see the other folks' offerings – in general they're more talented than I am (you must check out Argent's Harold series).

The mini: eeeeek a mouse!, span, spurn, choose me, geese

 Through the window I see the geese form an imperfect V in the sky – they're missing one to make it even. I'm lost in thought, imagining the fate of the missing goose. In my sadness I forget my mantra: pleasedon'tchoosemepleasedon'tchooseme – and I get picked for the game. I notice that I was only picked because I was the last one left. Most of the other players know my "skill" and spurn me. Sigh. Why can't I be left alone with my books? I wonder, if I screeched, "eeeeek a mouse!" could I sneak out the back door? I'd probably just get pulled back. Sigh. I look at the span of time before me – how much longer until I can steer clear of these games forever? Let's see, my daughter is 6. So, that's another 5 years of elementary school. Triple sighing, I say, "Why yes, I accept my nomination for the position of Home Room Parent Coordinator."

The 10-word: ear phones, sleeping, honest to goodness, lawn mower, cinnamon, matches, antibiotics, congregation, flower pot, cheese

I am ear phone incompetent – how do you keep those ones on little wires in your ears? I need some honest to goodness actual headphones instead. Disgusted, I toss them into the flower pot just inside the front door – the one with keys, matches & twist ties, not the one with an actual flower in it. I've just finished doing my biweekly dance with the lawn mower (I wish it would learn to let me lead!) and I'm feeling peckish. One brown sugar cinnamon pop tart with melted cheese later and I feel somewhat human again.

Checking the messages, I see one from my doctor's office. I've been having trouble sleeping. Every night there's a whole congregation of people in my head having a conversation – that doesn't include me. They talk around me, not to me. Some nights it's about how I should have stood up for myself at work. Other nights it's about why I think a brown sugar cinnamon pop tart with melted cheese is a good snack. These people are making me crazy. I'm hoping an antibiotic will do the trick.

The message from the doctor is short & to the point: "Ms. Bug, after reviewing your tests I have come to the conclusion that you are not physically ill. But I believe you would benefit from therapy. Here's the number of a competent therapist…"

I look around my empty house, filled with whispers. Filled. With whispers. Not in my head. In the house.

I pick up the phone and dial a local priest. I think that now I know how to get a good night's sleep.

P.S. For those who read my post about my dream Tuesday night – be careful what you wish for. I had a doozey of a dream last night & I remember every minute of it. And no I'm not going to tell you about it. Some surreal landscapes are best explored alone.

Considering Last Night's Dream

In my dream, my mother is downstairs waiting for me. She’s probably ironing. I don’t remember what was going on in the dream – I had to finish doing something before I could go down to talk to my her. I had a question to ask her.

I wonder what the question was? Even as I dream I think, “Remember this!” But I awaken and it fades away while I grasp at wisps. I can almost see them floating away.

Today I’m thinking about the dream & remembering a pair of pants folded over a chair – they need ironing in the worst way. I’m wondering if I will do that task tonight, and if I will wash the sheets, and maybe dust as well.

I’m also wondering if my reluctance to do these tasks is more than just sloth on my part. Am I rebelling against my mother when I don’t keep a tidy house? She’s been gone five years. In addition, I am forty six years old. I think it’s time for all the demons buried in my psyche to just grow up already.

But the dream wasn’t about housekeeping. I’m pretty sure. It was probably about the accumulation of five years worth of things to tell my mother. Only my subconscious really knows.

I wish my subconscious was a little more forthright. I’m kind of a literal girl. At this rate it could take eons before I know what’s going on - & by then we’ll be on a whole other topic.

I wonder what I’ll dream about tonight? Probably about booking an appointment with a therapist!

Fruits of the Watering Man

Dr. M is a menace with the watering can. I shouldn't really say menace since everything seems to be thriving quite nicely. We might even get some vegetables out of the deal! But we do joke that the plants are begging him to go on vacation soon & leave them alone.

For some reason, when I looked at the pictures just now this nursery rhyme came to mind. In case there's any confusion, Dr. M's name is not Mary. Heh.

Mary, Mary,

quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells,

and cockle shells,

And pretty maids

all in a row.

Magpie Tales #19

The sharp knife edge glides
Along the cookie dough tube
Portal to heaven

To read other Magpie entries go here.

Project 365 – Week Twenty-five

Sunday, June 13^th
On Sunday Dr. M captured a picture of a butterfly (moth? How do you tell?) that had landed on one of our petunias.

Here's the close-up – pretty cool!

Monday, June 14^th
On Monday, since it was Flag Day, I dressed Martha Goose in her 4^th of July outfit. We call her Uncle Martha when she's wearing it.

Tuesday, June 15^th
On Tuesday I took some close-ups of our wildflowers in the front flowerbed – we're pretty pleased with the lovely jumble of flowers there.

And Dr. M took pictures in the rose garden at the satellite campus where he's teaching this summer. Gorgeous!

Wednesday, June 16^th
Burros! We never get pictures of burros. Heh. I like the light in this picture. (Yes, I left the wording the same because, although it's a different picture, everything still applies LOL.)

 While Dr. M was gadding around taking pictures of burros I took this one of the apples I bought that day. I'm trying to eat healthier!

Thursday, June 17^th
On Thursday I took some pictures of the garden, but then I decided to do a whole post on it later (Tuesday, probably), so I'm just sharing the hanging tomato progress.

Friday, June 18^th
Guess what time it is? Tax Time Pig Time! I think it's pretty self explanatory. Except for the part about why a yellow gorilla is waving to Dad. That part's kind of strange.

Saturday, June 19^th
Today Dr. M & I went out for lunch & then to a local nursery. We were looking for some daylilies to plant along the side of the house, but didn't want to spend $6 a pop on them. For today, we decided to get some of this Marigold Lemon Gem. The flowers are edible – I'm going to try some in a salad tomorrow. We've put six of them on the borders of one of our garden boxes. We took lots of pictures – I'm going to do a "yard" post on Tuesday.

 Dr. M bought a birdbath for me – I think it's gorgeous! He read that it helps cut down on algae if you put some copper in the water. I generously donated a bracelet I got in Zambia to the cause. It's made out of the copper byproduct from silver mining. That's my head reflected in the water - & some lovely fluffy clouds. It has been a beautiful day!

Go here to see the blogs of all the other Project 365 participants.

The Poetry Bus – Detour to Ohio

Poetikat is driving the poetry bus this week & has decided that we should all give thought to the recent inferno. Here is mine.

Where is God
When Jesus is burning
And what seems
Insane to me
Brings you comfort
And peace?

Where is God
When Jesus is burning
And there is menace
In the ocean
Where sanctuary has
Gone away?

Where is God
When Jesus is burning
And I miss my mother's
Impatient gesture and that Look
As she turns away from
The camera?

Where is God
When Jesus is burning
And my heart is
Full to bursting
And three sizes
Too small?

Where is God
When Jesus is burning?
There in the fire and
There in the ashes
There in your eyes
As you watch me
With love

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge - Week 114

So I decided to try the Weekly Wordzzle again. And again I'm apparently too greedy to just use some of the words & have THREE stories – I have to use them all and just have one story. I think my goal next week might be to actually do at least two separate stories. We'll see. Go to Raven's blog to check out the other participants.

The 10-worder: Cleopatra, Saturday, perfume, suicide, guaranteed satisfaction, germs, stop in the name of love, Swiss cheese, cheap, luggage

The mini: gratitude, shadows, sufferin' succotash, flattery, piglet

Out of the Shadows

Saturday lunch with Cleopatra – an appointment I wasn't allowed to miss. My grandmother is a bit of a drama queen. Once, when I was leaving she sang out, "Stop in the name of love," as I looked at her in disbelief. Fortunately she didn't sing the rest of the song.  

Today I was dragging – sleepless nights and dark thoughts were my travelling companions. The last thing I wanted to do was spend an hour with my nutty grandmother.

Lunch was the same as always – strong perfume, Swiss cheese and ham sandwiches, and a discussion of whether hand sanitizer really killed germs as advertised. "Guaranteed Satisfaction" was a call to arms for my Gran Cleo. She didn't believe in flattery or guarantees. As usual, she had to tell the story of how she came to the city with just some cheap luggage and a piglet under her arm (I never could figure out what she meant to do with the piglet).

She said, "Sufferin' succotash Bug, I thought I had landed in the mouth of hell itself!"

 I said, "Yes, Gran, and you had to walk to work uphill, both ways, in four feet of snow."

"Well, no, Bug – that's not physically possible. But those were dark days. I felt as though I lived in shadows. I was alone with no friends & what felt like no hope for the future. In shadows and far from home."

I'd not heard this part of the story before. "What happened to make it better Gran?"

"A girl I knew from work committed suicide. For some reason that made so much sense to me. And I wondered if I would be next. I even bought a knife with a sharp blade to do the deed. But then I decided that I was just too nosy to leave this world without finding out what happens next. It was like starting a book & then putting it down half read. How would I know if the girl in 2C was really pregnant? What if I missed the flying cars & living on the moon? What if my ship came in & I wasn't there to greet it? I decided to finish the book. I shook off those shadows and went on with my life. Then I met your grandfather and he made the whole city shine like a freshly cut diamond. The diamond he gave me is what gets me through these days without him. And you – you get me through those days too – even if you don't care for my singing."

As I left that day I gave her the usual hug – but there was something extra. Gratitude for a story told right when I needed to hear it. When I got home that night I flushed my hoard of sleeping pills down the toilet and slept like a baby.

Feed My Sheep

Dr. M is guest posting this morning. I read his homily regarding the giant Jesus statue on Facebook last night and immediately asked if I could steal use it on the blog.

He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. John 21:16

Let me begin by saying that my grandfathers, one a Baptist preacher, the other a Baptist deacon, would simply be aghast at the idea of ANY statue of Jesus associated with an evangelical church! Worshipping graven images is a violation of the Second Commandment, and my grandfathers took all those pesky Commandments very seriously. No graven images = no temptation to worship them, and so we had no graven images…not even a crucifix! Alas, my grandparents were products of an older age, still clinging to the remnants of radical Protestantism, knowing what they believed and why they believed it. They were descended from Lutheran and Reformed or Presbyterian traditions, but drawn to the Baptist church by its local church autonomy, simple liturgy, and emphasis on The Word. They sang the old evangelical hymns, read the Bible with zeal, and, for the most part, practiced what they preached.

As I have grown older, I have found it fascinating being an "insider" in Preacher Friday's family: his children (my mother, aunts, and uncle) often resented his selfless nature. They resented that they would never have much of anything in terms of material possessions, because their father would literally give the shirt off his back to someone in need. He preached many years for small congregations, lucky sometimes to get much more than a Sunday meal for his efforts. Though he loved Jesus with all his being, I dare say that never, ever, in his wildest fantasies, did he envision an evangelical church that would think it appropriate to build a six-storey statue of Jesus, King of Kings!

You see, that's precisely the point here: my grandfather did not worship King Jesus! He worshipped God. Yes, he believed in the Trinity, and like most Trinitarians struggled to wrap his mind around the whole "father, son, spirit, yet one God" concept. He believed that Jesus, as part of the Trinity, was the son of God, the Christ, and his personal savior. Preachers of his generation knew the difference between proclaiming Jesus as Lord and worshipping a false god: King Jesus. They served and ministered to people because that was God's will for their lives, and they had sense enough to know that the Lord's work did not involve building giant Jesus statues!

Unfortunately, over the last several decades far too many evangelical ministers and their congregations have lost touch with their Protestant roots and with the basic mission to which they should be called. It is not that they invented the Cult of King Jesus; no, far from it...that cult is many centuries old. What they have done is to convince themselves that what God wants from them is to shout the name of Jesus at the top of their lungs, to shock the world into realization that Jesus is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. In screaming the name of Jesus over and over and over again in oh, so many ways, they seemingly strive to shout him down from the heavens, no doubt in the form of the Second Coming they so eagerly await. What these ministers seemingly fail to understand is that, with the din and clamor over King Jesus, they have drowned out the still, small voice of God, whose son they claim to be praising. Moreover, they have strayed from the path of humble service to which all Christians should be called. And so we have the story of the giant Jesus just off of I75, built by a wealthy former horse trader turned minister. How on earth can one reconcile this statue with the church as revealed to us in the New Testament? You know the one: the church Glen Beck rants against, the one that cares for the poor, divests itself of wealth, seeks to serve, keeps a low profile, and yet grows by leaps and bounds precisely because it is true to its calling!

Admittedly, this whole bigger Jesus than thou thing is an extension of the quest to prove one's piety by building bigger stuff than thy neighbor. History bears witness to this in the form of the quests to build the ultimate cathedral, the world's largest crucifix, etc. Having grown up a radical Protestant, I can blame much of this on misguided "high church" types ;-) and, more recently, woefully misguided televangelists. Folks, the bottom line is this: one does not earn God's favor or approval by building a giant cathedral, or a giant crucifix, or a giant cross, or a giant Jesus.

Do you love Jesus? Then feed his sheep! It really is that simple, folks. Feed the sheep...all the sheep, for we are all HIS, according to scripture. No building of Big Butter Jesuses, no gaudy, ghastly displays, no bowing at the feet of King Jesus instead of worshipping the Lord Most High. If you love God, care for God's lambs. That's what Jesus would do...indeed, to the best of our knowledge, that's what the historical Jesus and his faithful followers actually did!However, one most certainly CAN stray from the mission of the church, one can SQUANDER the bounty of a given congregation or the faithful masses, and thus one can SIN AGAINST GOD! If you want to prove your love for God, then follow God's commandments. That's the name of the game, straight from the source: Jesus. By all appearances, it is far easier to build giant cathedrals or Jesuses than it is simply to follow God's commandments.

And so in the case of the Solid Rock Church and its leadership, I am greatly disappointed. While I am sure that this church does many positive things, I must challenge their decision to spend so much money on the giant Jesus, which they now plan to rebuild! Solid Rock, if your church is founded on what you say it is, Christ, the Solid Rock, then you need to demonstrate your love of God by doing what Jesus Christ asked of you.

King of Kings

In 2004, a church near where we live built this sculpture of Jesus.

Its official title was King of Kings, but most often I heard it referred to as “Touchdown Jesus” or “Big Butter Jesus.” It was 62 feet tall.

Last night during a rather spectacular thunder storm it was hit by lightning.

I’m fairly speechless about the whole thing. So much potential symbolism! I’m not sure where to go with it.

What do you think?

For the record – I personally thought that the sculpture was beautiful and creepy – and a little too LOT over the top.

It’s all about Me Me Me*

So I sang & it was fine - & the choir is on hiatus until fall. Which is good because I thought I might sweat to death in that robe LOL. I received a number of compliments which I took with a grain of salt – because that's me. I don't really believe it. I'm not fishing for compliments people – just telling it like it is. I'm a cynic. It's ok – it certainly won't stop me from singing again!

I'm going to whisper here because I'm afraid to say it out loud, but I'm trying again to be healthier. I'm doing Weight Watchers this time because it has worked well for me in the past. I'll keep you posted.

I'm listening to another audio book that's driving me crazy. I'm pretty sure it will end well (Fern Michaels doesn't usually disappoint), but I might have to murder the main character before that point. I'm sure people who've seen me driving this past week are wondering why I hate my steering wheel – I keep banging on it going, "no, no, no!" I'm going to have to go back to listening to Lillian Jackson Braun – Jim Qwilleran does NOT annoy me as a main character.

I am going to have to vacuum again. It's not even been three weeks – what's up with that? And frankly I should have vacuumed LAST weekend. I've heard tell that some people vacuum on a weekly or even daily basis, but I don't think I believe it.

I finally pulled out my summer clothes & put the turtlenecks away. I only did it because I was smothering every time I saw them – can't even IMAGINE wearing a turtleneck right now. Otherwise I would have just made do with my jeans & the five t-shirts I leave out for winter. Turns out I have actual shorts and capris to wear for summer.

I helped Dr. M mow the lawn this evening**. I actually started the mower on my own! The last time I tried I had no success – but it turns out that it was out of gas. I was going to check that very thing, but Dr. M has a grip of steel & I couldn't get the gas cap off. Anyway, now that I know I can start it myself I might surprise him by mowing sometimes. Might. Anyway, boy was my face red. Really – I wasn't embarrassed, just beet red from the exertion. I could blame my out-of-shapeness, but I've been this way my whole life – my body doesn't have a very efficient cooling system. I took a picture but I'm just not that shameless tonight – it's pretty rough. Instead, I'll leave you with this lovely lane we drove down last weekend.

 *Every paragraph but the first one starts with "I" - & the first one is just trying to be cute or it would start with "I" too. Well, it is my blog. I won't apologize!

**This is kind of a big deal because I wasn't sure if my bum hip or my bum shoulder would be ok with mowing – but so far so good!

Project 365 – Week Twenty-four

There is one Important Matter this week. Tomorrow is the day I sing my solo verse for the church service. Fortunately we're down to our summer faithful in the congregation. Unfortunately there's a guest priest who is apparently pretty popular. I think I'll just close my eyes.

Sunday, June 6^th
On Sunday I came home from church & inspected our garden. Dr. M was taking pictures of the beds so he captured one of me. I look so excited, don't I?

Monday, June 7^th
On Monday Dr. M saw this doe with her fawn. He took a number of pictures & the fawn remained just as busy with eating in each one. Reminded me of me!

Tuesday, June 8^th
On Tuesday Dr. M captured a few shots of one of our fake finches. You may or may not be aware that finches have a special ability to eat while perched upside down. So their feeders are designed for that type of eating - & to discourage other birds. Well we have some intrepid birds who have adapted to this style of feeding – they dive down to get the seed, & then they right themselves to eat it. Very clever!

Wednesday, June 9^th

Burros! We never get pictures of burros. Heh. I like the light in this picture.

 Dr. M saw this landscaping truck in town. It's called Two Cows Mowing – but where's the 2^nd cow?

 Thursday, June 10^th
Guess what time it is? Tax Time Pig Time! This week she was dressed as a brown bear. That just seems mean since it's been so hot.

 Friday, June 11^th
On Friday Dr. M took a picture of some eensy baby tomatoes on the topsy turvy tomato plant. Aren't they cute? Hopefully they'll grow into tasty cherry tomatoes!

Later in the evening I glanced at our satellite clock & saw that we had achieved equilibrium – the outside temp was the same as the inside temp. I don't know why, but this phenomenon fascinates me.

 Saturday, June 12^th
This morning it was pouring rain (which did not stop me from harvesting some cilantro for our breakfast omelet – well, it wasn't pouring when I did that). I like how the flag looks in the rain – although Dr. M is very particular about the flag & was fretting a bit. He decided that since it's nylon a little rain won't hurt it. For a lefty he as definite ideas on how it should be treated! Since I may not do a special post on Monday, I'll say Happy Flag day today!

I'll leave you with some random pictures Dr. M took this afternoon in our back yard.

Go here to see the blogs of all the other Project 365 participants.