Little Project

The dreaded words "I have a little project" from Kaiser strikes fear into the heart of every member of the Webb household. There is no such thing as a little project in Kaiser world. For example our latest little project is the changing of the basketball goal net. Sure it sounds simple enough...take down the old tattered one and replace it with the new. Nope! The next thing I knew I heard "Dawn, do we have any orange spray paint?" I went out to the garage and this is what I see....

Yep...that's my man. One tattered net later, the whole goal taken down, sanded, primed, and re-painted. Did I fail to mention that our children (the ones who use the goal) don't live here anymore.

How Does Your Garden Grow Part 2

There is always a little good news...a little bad news in the life of a farmer. The weather has played havoc on my little patch of farmland. First my poor babies almost froze to death (I know I know, I planted before tax day). Then the 103 degree heat in May and no rain hasn't helped. To tell the truth they are a little confused. So, the bad news is

The pepper plants and the cucumbers are having a MIGHTY struggle.....

The good news is the squash, while a little weak in the knees, does have a bloom and so do the tomato plants.

The bad news.....I think the lettuce is a complete loss (didn't even have the heart to take a picture)

The good news is...I have a bumper crop of radish

The bad news....I don't really like radish.



Are You My Mother?

I was walking home from work today when I heard  a bird just raising thunder! There in front of me was this little guy and three of his brothers.

Try as he might, he just could not get

over that curb.

His brothers all scattered but he just couldn't seem to find the way.  The little guy's mama was frantically running back and forth whistling and chirping for him to hop up.  She was not going to leave her little straggler behind and she was none to happy that I was there.

I herded the lil' feller to a break in the curb...up he went running to hide under his mother's wing.

Well, I pondered the whole event the rest of my way home and thought what a lovely tribute for Mother's Day. Isn't that what our mothers do? When we fall off the curb of life and can't get up, they don't give up on us till we are back on solid ground.

That little bird reminded me so much of a book my Mother use to read to me.

It always made me cry but I still wanted her to read it to me any way.

Thanks Mom...for keeping me up on solid ground!