Thursday, March 29, 2012

Roadside Relic: At Your Service

Do you remember service stations?  The attendant would run out, fill your tank, wash the windshield, check your tire pressure, and check your oil.  He'd also inquire about the family, pass on community information, and wish you a good day--all for a quarter a gallon.

What do you remember?

Monday, March 26, 2012

Big Girl Paper Dolls

Autumn Daze
It's like paper dolls for big girls:  Polyvore!  If you're feeling the need to play a little, try it out!  I can see using it for wardrobe planning, and just plain playing with "paper" dolls.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Still she stays

Killdeer are funny little birds.  Sandpipers that they are, they scamper along on skinny little legs, and bounce up and down when not running.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Roadside Relic: Patience

 I wonder:  what are the vultures waiting for?  Are they waiting for some unfortunate to happen by?  Are they waiting to wind to bring a scent of lunch?  What do you think?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Chasing Turkeys--Literal and Metaphorical

Turkeys on the road
Yesterday was one of those days that just seemed to take on a life of its own.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Roadside Relic: Old Homestead

This chimney leans as the only remnant of the home that once was here.  Standing at the top of a gentle rise, the windows would have caught gentle breezes for relief from the summer heat.  Surrounding trees, now broken, would have shielded the home from winter's blast.  The laughter of children would have wandered on the wind.  Now, only the whispers of the pines break the solitude.

Even this column is now tumbled down, the victim of a March storm.  Soon the kudzu will bury all under its emerald pall.  But the pines will still whisper the story of the home that was.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Destructive Creativity

Ideas galore!
Okay, own up to it . . . you have a pile of magazines that contain projects and crafts that you'll work on when you get "'round to it."  I know I certainly do!

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Roadside Relic: King Cotton's Old Ride

King Cotton has upgraded his ride.
 One grandfather was, for a time, a cotton farmer; the other grandfather was a cotton ginner.  I remember heaping-full cotton trailers wobbling down two-lane roads whose edges were downy from errant bolls.  But those days are gone.  Cotton is now loaded into module builders in the field before it is compressed into a giant semi-trailer-sized brick which is covered with a tarp before being trucked away.

But those cotton trailers hauled more than cotton:  off-season you could see them hauling household goods, and, since ginning season was, hopefully over by Halloween, they were ideal for hay rides.

No more.

What do you remember?

Saturday, March 3, 2012

When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed . . .

I am blessed.  Whatever else may happen, I cannot forget that. 


Today was one of those unsettled days--windy, temperatures in the 80s, angry clouds.  The weathermap was covered in red and yellow boxes.  Despite the predictions, the resident dragon and I bucked the gale force winds and made the hour trek into work.