I wanted to get a couple of photos of the downed trees from the storm we had over the weekend. It was NOTHING like the bad weather that my friends in CT experienced. We didn’t lose power here.
Below is the old cherry tree that split the lilac in half last year. Can you tell my heart is still broken over that lilac bush? Well, it is. My husband has been cleaning up the tree bit by bit but has been sidetracked by the poison ivy. He’s got it up his arm; nothing too bad we think.
George had chased a squirrel up the barn roof and is heading back in my direction.
As I walked with the camera, I wondered what I was going to post tonight, thinking why people would want to see more pictures of my dog and my property. Well, not my property per se, but the property on which we live. And then I snapped a couple more photos and kept walking. I try not to let the little stuff bother me.
A conversation at the dinner table tonight went like this:
ME: Oh, I meant to tell you that several people wrote on my post yesterday saying that they loved your snowdrop pictures.
HIM: What snowdrops?
ME: You know, those little white flowers with the green edges. I used three of them and put textures on them. A couple of readers said that you and I compliment each other well.
HIM: That’s funny.
ME: Why is it funny? You take the pictures and I process them. We compliment each other. We’re like two peas in a pod.
HIM: That’s not right. There are never just two peas in a pod.
ME: You know what I mean. The peas are the same.
HIM: That’s a bad pod then if there’s only two peas in it. Where are all the other peas?
ME: Well, they probably all left because you pissed them off.
HIM: I knew you were gonna say that.
Back to the walk . . . at the edge of the property lies the old dead pine tree.. It’s lying across our Appalachian Trail. When I clicked on that link, I couldn’t believe how rich and green everything was back in September . . .
Down by the driveway, George hears the neighbors. There’s a house on the right just behind the tree line where he’s looking. They’re pretty quiet, though. I moved a little and got down on my knee, telling George to ‘stay’.
So he laid down to pose for me.
I love this dog.
It’s always a pleasure having you stop by my little part of the world. Thanks for that.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .