While the Gods Hoovered Around Us —-Thursday, December 5, 2019

“Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”— Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

While the Gods hoovered around us, and by us, and even over us

The corn harvest came to a final end, as the draining light fled the sky

Which was a good thing, because last night the clouds came in

Bringing to us chilly rain

a dripping and damp (but clean) earth

Then for a second, as the clouds parted for a wee small moment

Another Sundog glossed the clouds, simmering in rainbow colors. Quickly the clouds slid thickly over and the rains started to pour.

Our roof now echoes with the drumming of moisture.

All is well.

From my world to your heart,



Sunday, July 28, 2013

Terry got the hay all in and most of it sold…orders came in Friday.  Come Monday the most (of the rest) of the hay will leave.


The dogs and I got our part taken care of so Terry could finish up his.  Aren’t they a hoot ‘helping’ me?


It’s raining here.  The rain is nice.  It started around 8 in the evening and has only stopped around right now.  All the dogs are outside, which I like and so do they.  The other nice thing about this rain is our temps have dropped to the high 70s, most enjoyable.


Our youngest grandchild is delighted with all the hummingbirds…she keeps hoping if she stands really still one will land on her.


Saturday afternoon I went with Terry to one of the 4-H and FFA annual livestock sales where Terry was representing a company he is on the board as a buyer. It’s been a long time since I sat in a sales ring watching kids bring their animals through for the sale.  I found the experience lots of fun.  I would post the photos here but I didn’t do a very good job taking them, they all turned out poorly.

Since it’s too wet to do anything outside I think this day is going to one of catching up and taking it easy all at once.

I hope you enjoy your Sunday…it is really nice here!