Last year, the poor little clematis managed to produce one tendril.
It made it all the way to the top of the trellis and produced one blossom.
During the winter, the plant turned brown.
I assumed it was dead in the pot until I saw a tiny green leaf at the top.
The rain came and she began to grow.
I am reminded of the children’s story book, The little Engine that Could.
If I saw the little bowl by itself, I would think, “oh, that’s just precious!” It’s intricate, delicate, beautiful. But when the egg is placed on it, the beauty of the bowl fades into the background. The egg is infinitely more precious…intricate…and awe inspiring. We know that a human made the bowl and appreciate the talent it took to make it. The egg? Just wow! Made by God with beauty and intricacy that boggles my little brain. And planned to be life–something humans can’t give no matter how arrogantly we try. No wonder eggs are symbols of Easter. The more we contemplate the mysteries of creation and redemption, the more real–AND more mysterious they become. ~Donna Pote Clark (Twitter: @Donna Pote Clark)
Several years ago, a friend gave me several little eggs from her beautiful Silkie hens.
I kept three of them in the refrigerator.
I wondered if they would dehydrate (mummify) or simply rot.
After about a year, they began to rattle when I shook them.
I knew the yolks had separated from the shells.
One night, I decided to place one on an egg stand.
When I reached for the stand, I felt my thumb break through the fragile shell.
I photographed one of the eggs that is much smaller than it appears in the photograph.
There was another, even smaller, green one that some culprit must have broken
Since it disappeared from the refrigerator…
The inside of the egg looks soft and fresh, but it is not.
It is as hard as a rock.
Charlie’s grandmother, MeMe, always colors eggs for the children
in the Easter tradition in which I grew up.
There is something reassuring about the keeping of the old traditions, I think.
This year’s eggs.
MeMe was kind enough to send a photo that I requested.
The kids always forget my request!
Big Lucy in showoff mode!
Both Dragons are trying to bruminate after making valiant efforts to attract each other through the glass.
They still come out of the caves to bask and eat veggies, but few roaches.
Big Lucy is particularly comical.
Little Lucy isn’t nearly as funny as Big Lucy
But, she’s the sweet one.
She’s decided finally to be interested in Big Lucy.
After a few days of trying to reciprocate his advances,
She’s retreated to her cave.
(I’ll drag her out tomorrow for her hot tub spa treatment…)
Thanks to Dennis
I installed the redirect to the WP classic editor.
I doubt that Dennis is going to be Freshly Pressed for that invaluable post,
but I nominate him anyway!
Thank you, Guys!
I feel a bit ridiculous sharing my health status, but I wanted to share it with all of you who have been so supportive and kind to me for all of these months.
You and I thought I would be dead “within six months to less than a year” according to the official prognosis.
I had an x-ray last week to rule out a pneumonia.
The radiologist could not figure out what he saw on the x-ray.
My internist sent me back to the pulmonologist who diagnosed the lung cancer.
A new x-ray ruled out a pneumonia.
What it did indicate was that the lung tumor has grown very little since July.
I was not surprised since I am not sick.
I am as fat and sassy as ever.
Thank you for cheering me along.
It seems that you are in for a few more posts from me, after all.
I suppose I am as unpredictable as this winter’s weather!
This is my family.
My daughter, Kelli, her husband, Jeremy, and my beloved grandson, Charlie.
They are on holiday in Steamboat Springs, Colorado, where they go every year
for the end-of-the-season town festival.
Charlie and his friends who live down the street.
The kids have kind of grown up together.
This year, the two families went together.
Photo of both families
ready for a snow mobile ride.
Lined up and ready to go!
Charlie and Mom rode together.
One of Charlie’s friends.
All of these kids were born in South Texas,
So, they do not see snow often.
When they arrived at Houston International Airport on the way home,
Kelli discovered that she had lost the car keys!
There was a slight delay while they waited for a locksmith to rescue them.
But, they all had a wonderful time!
I never reblog a post from any other blog. But this photo fascinates me. When I saw it, I had absolutely no idea what the heck Dave had found. He’s a farmer, a scientist, a professor, a superb photographer, and heaven only knows what else. The professor in him explains more than you probably ever wanted to know. But, if you’re interested in almost anything, you can probably find it at Farmer’s place. Guess what this is, and then read what it actually is! Chuckle…
Originally posted on Welcome to Pairodox Farm:
I don’t often think of water as having texture. The picture shows a little flume, at Ravensburg State Park, where the stream was directed through a channel formed by large rocks. If the water had been higher, the flume would not have been there … if it had been lower, the flume would, perhaps, have been even more dramatic. I could discern eddies, cascades, and turbulence. I could also see evidence of uninterrupted flow. Where water pitched down over one rock or climbed another, turbulence drew air into the mix. If I fixed my graze on a particular spot, the pattern of splash and bubble was chaotic. Other areas were perfectly smooth and seemed unchanging. Something of a paradox, since water continued to move through such areas. Like a standing wave, there was movement without apparent movement until, of course, a twig or piece of ice or slush was caught…
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The time has come to plan for homes for the animals.
I got to know Ed Kammer and his family when I bought Hugo from them some months ago.
They are Panther Chameleon breeders at Kammerflage Kreations in Corona, California.
When I called to tell Ed that I had to find homes for Hugo and Sammy,
he generously offered to take the chameleons to find homes for them.
He arranged for the shipment, sent the shipping container to me, and handled every single detail for me.
He has been in the reptile business for 34 years.
And, he is one of the finest people I’ve ever met.
Those are the last photos of Hugo.
He is a Kammerflage Kreations Panther Chameleon.
Ed Kammer and the Kammer family breed beautiful chameleons.
And, of course, Little Sammy whose dubious pedigree is PetSmart!
Although the Krammers don’t breed Veiled Chameleons,
Ed has years of experience with them and is prominent in the chameleon world.
So, he knows lots of folks who would help to place the boys.
As soon as Sammy and Hugo arrived,
Ed’s delightful daughter, Briana, took these cell phone
photos to send to me.
They wanted to reassure me that the boys were fine!
Their flight took them through Memphis and on to Corona, California.
There was a little hitch when the FedEx driver missed the arranged hour and went on toward another town,
But Cheryl got on the phone and convinced the driver to turn around and bring them back!
The shop manager has already adopted Little Sammy!
Thanks to Ed and the entire family of Kammerflage Kreations,
the future for Sammy and Hugo is assured.
My gratitude and blessings to all of you!
I normally post all the monochrome stuff on The Fuzzy Foto.
But, I saw this in my files and I remember how interested in it I was at the time.
Many years ago, somebody chopped off this very large limb from a Live Oak tree on the plant property.
It’s still attached to the tree.
The worst pruning job I ever saw in my entire life, I think.
It almost looks fossilized.
This crepe myrtle tree trunk looks exactly as if it has a face.
From my chair on the porch, I see a nose and just below that, a misshapen mouth.
In photographs, it never looks quite the same.
I call him my Tree Troll!
This Gold Nugget Squash been on my kitchen counter for weeks.
I think I should bake it soon!
These canvas prints are of my sister, her husband and their granddaughter.
I had several prints done for them for Christmas
And stacked them on a chair when I brought them home.
In typical George fashion, I handed the prints to them off the chair!
The photo of Linda is from the Club poolside.
From about ten years ago.
We took Charlie swimming, and she was sitting at a table talking to somebody.
Since it is my all -time favorite portrait of her, I wanted to preserve it for her daughter.
The bottom one is a snapshot of Cate putting Grandaddy’s glasses on upside down.
It is his favorite photograph of him and his beloved granddaughter.
(I told you the posts would be random… Chuckle…)