He called me Sugar

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments from yesterday’s post ~ the one with the raindrops on the pansies. I loved how those photographs came out and am so glad you did as well. I had some excitement this morning when a couple of readers wrote to say that one of my entries for ‘action’ is in Group 5 over on Pioneer Woman’s site. Woot! It’s pretty much of a thrill to have a photo featured over there, especially when there are so many entries. Blogging friends Beth McWilliams and Bush Babe have theirs featured as well. Beth's is in Group 2 and BB's is in Group 4.

I’ve got a few photos from the rousing weekend we had here at the manor house. The weather forecast called for nothing but rain, so it was an unexpected pleasure to have the sun burst through the clouds early Sunday afternoon. Although it was a pretty steamy day, it was a good one.




After we had our chores done, my husband and I relaxed under the shade of the dogwood tree out back. I took this picture from his chair, after he’d gone inside for something.




The view from our seats. The patio by the breakfast nook is to the right.




I got some more plants potted and some baskets done, lining some with moss and then ran out of planters.

My husband bought a weed whacker this weekend. It’s a gas-powered Stihl and he was actually happier than I’ve seen him in awhile. He also bought a pair of headphones to drown out the noise of the engine. These have a built-in radio in them.

This is a photo of him as he’s heading over to give the headphones to me because a song came on the radio that he thought I would like. I didn’t know he was heading over to where I sat when I took the photo. And honestly, he’s not always this sweet, but when he is, life always feels better. Here’s the song he brought me:

Pink – Glitter In The Air

He said it sounded like something I might like.




The reason I have no planters is because someone has used them for all of his giant aloe plants you see there against the stone wall. There’s at least a half dozen of them and they’re in my biggest and nicest planters. But I don’t care if it makes him happy. They’re only planters, after all.

And hey, maybe we can whip something up using aloe juice. Got any recipes?

I live with an Amish man.

Anyone who knows my husband in real life knows that he wore an Amish straw hat for years when we were young. It was practical, he said.

He hasn’t worn one for about 20 years. But he bought one over the weekend when he went to Amish Land to get supplies.

We wore the dog out.




The squirrels wore the cat out.

Miss Blackie is becoming a very good squirrel chaser.




I sat in the shade Sunday afternoon, hoping to catch some goldfinches at the feeders but they were playing it cool and staying away. I did catch this male house finch, though.




And these two. They make a cute couple, don’t they?

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Thanks for coming by. It’s always nice to have you visit. Until tomorrow, then . . .