Sometimes it’s a wonderful thing.
Loyalty, fraternity….
Oh come on, you knew this would be about woodchucks not people.
But sometimes….
Siblings squabble.
And boy….
If looks could kill.
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He shouldn’t be happy, but he was.
He shouldn’t be happy we had high winds that brought down part of our choke cherry tree two nights ago.
He shouldn’t be happy.
But you know he was.
Because as soon as the sun came up?
He was out there.
Trimming weight.
Anxious for the fun to begin.
Ready!
You know he’s been itching to cut something down.
So he was one happy camper.
It had to be done, but when he started eyeing the rest of the tree?
I threw myself in front of it to save the poor thing from total annihilation.
A blue bounty.
We’ve been having an unusually hot dry summer so I was a little worried our blueberry harvest would be small.
But the bushes are positively laden with fruit.
And in some places, look like grapes.
We did our first picking the other day…
And I see pie in our future.
As well as coffee cake, crumble, lemon blueberry pound cake, buckle and muffins.
If we can beat these little bastards to the berries that is.
No one wants pancakes that squirm.
Random critters.
I was finally able to grab a few pictures of our resident buck.
Which is getting harder to do as the summer wears on.
But this father son shot was pretty sweet.
Junior’s antlers are growing.
And it always makes me wonder what the felt feels like.
Naturally there are woodchuck photos.
And some close ups.
We have one lone chipmunk this year.
And yes, those pesky red squirrel babies are still here.
Using our deck railing as a cafeteria.
As well as a toilet.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
Clearly your mother didn’t tell you not to shit where you eat.
Bad form. Very bad…..
Apparently, I’m a chain.
I’m loathe to admit it, but the other day?
I Googled the name of my blog to see what would pop up.
Ironically, my blog didn’t… but I discovered something just as interesting.
I’m a chain of stores in Saudi Arabia.
Who knew?
So if you find yourself with extra time on your hands the next time you’re in Riyadh…
Stop by and say hello.
And let me know if it’s worth suing over name rights.
P. S. …. Don’t forget to bring me back a chicken print burka.
A veritable squirrel pantry…..
I was sitting in the living room reading when movement caught my eye.
On closer inspection:
Knowing this was not going to end well, I went outside to chase the little red bastard investigate.
Momma squirrel was back.
When she saw me, she ran.
And I thought, there.
That was easy.
But she wasn’t running because I’d scared her.
No.
She was just looking for a place to stash the apple chunk she’d stolen from the deer.
I found this piece, and 4 others in various nooks and crannies of the table and chairs.
The next morning? 3 more pieces.
So now, everyday when I go outside?
I have to pull half eaten apple pieces out of our patio furniture before the ants descend.
Good times.
I hate that squirrel!
Pandemic humor…
Because laughter is literally the only medicine.
I haven’t walked into a bar in 142 days.
Let that sink in…. and tell me pigs aren’t flying somewhere.
Correct signage has never been more important.
I’m beginning to notice a trend.
He’s right.
We probably are.
Finally, a way to make men wear masks!
Thank you Katie.
And if all that was too depressing, let me leave you with this…..
You’re welcome.
And then there was wood.
But you probably guessed that from the first picture.
More specifically it was 16 foot long boards that weighed a ton and had to be dragged out of the big barn and across the lawn with yours truly trying my best not to drop them on her toes.
Of course it would have been too easy if they’d fit in the 16 foot long spaces. Where’s the fun in that? No… each one had to be measured and cut around the wonky interior frame.
After tar paper was laid out.
Why tar paper? Because the husband wanted a moisture barrier… but more importantly, because he already had two ancient rolls buried in the garage.
What was holding down the tar paper as we attempted to fit the boards you ask?
Absolutely nothing.
Good times.
Was it hot?
A mere 92 degrees in the shade.
Vintage tools and make shift tables?
Check.
Did he have enough boards?
Not really.
Were they all the same width?
Of course not.
Did he care?
I seriously doubt it.
Something for everyone.
Can’t find a mask to suit your personality?
I think I can help with that.
For all my wonderful women friends?
For all my slightly wine addicted friends?
For Star Wars fans like James.
Do you love horses… or just want to look like one?
I’ve got your back.
There are even masks for those who need to read lips.
And of course, there are masks made just for me..
And because I shamefully admit there are multiple tie dye items in my closet….
This one is calling my name.
I should probably wear one of those when assisting my husband with outdoor projects.
Dr. Seuss has a say…
And finally, if you’re just sick and tired of everyone?
I have a thing.
It’s a large thing.
And I have no idea how the thing got here.
I didn’t plant the thing, but maybe a woodchuck did.
The thing has started to lean…
And bloom.
Does anyone know what this thing is?
River's world..... 