Photo Friday: hot babes

August 29, 201439 Comments

Finally, it is the end of summer and we are getting some real heat this past month. Today it’s 91 degrees and strangely the humidity is only at 27%. That is absolutely parched for here!

So, I just glanced out the window and saw something I have never seen before…

Hot babes sleeping in the wading pool!

Polly and Little Dorrit are refusing to get out of the water.

Not even for the mail-carrier and they love to talk with her! They have been best buds since I brought them home, and I often see her stop her truck to get out and share a few honks with them. 🙂

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How hot is it where you are?

What are you doing to stay cool?

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Friday Fictioneers: the honeymoon phase

August 27, 2014August 27, 201441 Comments

It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!

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~My entry for August 29, 2014 ~

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods

The Honeymoon Phase

Molly wanted to impress her husband by baking him his favorite pie, so grabbing his mother’s cookbook she set to work. Pie in the oven a lovely smell filled the house as she busily tidied up.

Smoke!” she cried.

Lamenting her cremated attempt she opened the door tossing it outside for the dog and chickens. At the kitchen window she watched as the hens warily circled the mess and left. Then Charley sniffed it and completing the insult lifted his leg on it.

Alan would later be clueless about Molly’s tears when walking in he exclaimed,

“You made mom’s pie!”

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Words: 100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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What will you write?

Try it!

This Just In!

August 14, 2014August 14, 201458 Comments

Today I went out into the chicken/goose yard and surprise!

A small colony of bees have moved into my previously dead and completely empty hive.

This is a very bad shot, but the best I could get considering how ultra busy they were. I didn’t want to get stung!

I had watched with sadness last month, after finding all my bees in a pile on the ground in front of the hive, as robber bees came and completely cleaned out the honey stores. I checked later and they left nothing.

So imagine my surprise today when I saw all these bees flying about the yard, and these girls busily cleaning house!

I did a bit of research on swarming in August, and found that it is actually called absconding. Apparently it happens when the hive is not happy in its current conditions. After looking about for a suitable new home, they take all their honey, store it in their bodies and GO!

Of course, I am not 100% certain that this is what is going on but I will be keeping a close watch on my little hive to see what happens over the next few days. If they are truly staying, then I will take more pictures in the morning when it is cooler and they are more relaxed.

In the meantime, here are some interesting words on the difference between swarming and absconding —> HERE

Are any other WordPress users less than enchanted with the changes to composing a new post?

My main complaint is this: That if you try to preview the post you end up right back at the draft page and the POST BUTTON IS REPLACED WITH THE UPDATE BUTTON.

The only save I could find was to copy the entire post, go to generate another ‘New Post’ and plunk it down in the window, re-title, and lordluvaduck do not touch that preview button! Grrr…

If you know a better way, would you please leave me a comment with instructions or point me to a page with complete instructions?

THANK YOU. 😉

Friday Fictioneers: grandfather’s chair

August 13, 2014August 13, 201432 Comments

It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.
Thank you, Rochelle!

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~My entry for August 15, 2014 ~

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Grandfather’s Chair

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Gazing at Grandfather’s self portrait reminded her of the many times she’d sat in his lap watching him work. After the funeral, Grandmother promised she’d put stickers on all the things she knew us kids wanted,

“No confusion this way” she winked.

When Grandmother passed, her brother called to say he’d auctioned off the old homestead,

” More fair this way.” he’d said.

Years later, when traveling cross country, Emily spied a chair like Grandfather’s in a junk shop and bought it. Loading it into the car the shopkeeper reached out to remove a small sticker.

“NO, leave it!” she cried.

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Words: 100

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