I was feeling much better on Saturday morning after a strange bout of illness that began at work on Friday that I’m beginning to suspect was due to eating too many Thompson seedless red grapes at lunchtime.
Seriously, I ate almost 2 cups of grapes and I believe my symptoms were due to high blood sugar (although grapes aren’t really high on the glycemic index scale). I won’t get into the nitty gritty of it all (because who wants to talk about sickness and symptoms) but from the moment I woke on Saturday, I felt immensely better.
Or maybe it wasn’t the grapes at all. Maybe my body fought off whatever it was that was bothering it.
Saturday morning was pretty dismal as far as out of doors was concerned. I was thanking my lucky stars though, that we don’t live in the path of one of the hundreds of crazy tornadoes that have been happening throughout the country. I’m so sorry for all that those people have lost.
The trees are beginning to bud here.
And the gnarly old grapevine will soon be coming to life again.
And I amused myself taking photos of bird houses.
For all of the shots in this post, I had the camera set to Aperture Priority mode, 5.6 using the long lens (70-300mm VR) with the ISO set to auto. For editing in PS, I used TRA’s Oh,Snap! plus Florabella’s Ambrosia, both set to about half on the opacity scale.
Four years ago, none of this lingo would have made sense to me, so I guess I’ve come a long way, baybee.
Our new bird house, courtesy of Peg.
The bird house that has been here for years and years. It was here when we moved in, back in October 2008. And I heard it was here long before that.
See how gray everything is?
The chair that I was sitting in had dried, at least, as I watched this turkey vulture circle round and round the northwest side of the property.
And then he perched in one of the black walnut trees.
And then all his crazy friends began coming around.
The dog doesn’t like when this happens. He has taken it upon himself to be the chief ridder of turkey vultures (among other varmints) on the property. They have to roost somewhere, but they can roost somewhere else as far as he’s concerned.
Like I said, he takes it very seriously. George is not a dog that barks, but he waited until they all perched and then let out a loud and vicious one.
And they all scattered.
He made sure they were on their way, too, watching them until they were out of sight.
And making sure they didn’t circle back around behind his back.
(he has a new collar again. my husband loves buying these for him.)
I called to him.
(God, I love this beautiful dog).
I called him to come and he came for pets and listened as I told him what a good boy he was.
And all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
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Thanks to those of you who answered my Friday night fill-in-the-blanks. Saturday morning was fun reading all of your answers while I had my coffee.
Thanks for coming by. Hoping your Sunday is a good one ~