and the scent of cedar wafted on the air.....

Well my, my.... what a night last night.  My favorite part was being dragged thru a cedar tree....

Oh yes, you read that right. 

It would seem that a certain naughty pony I know forgot where he left his manners. (perhaps he was looking for them in the tree?)

We (the four of us, Cricket, Scott, JoJo and I) were almost back home from a walk about the neighborhood (I was on the ground walking, not on board, thankfully)(What? seriously, you don't all walk your ponies around town?)....Anyway~ we were coming down our street and he decided we were going left, sharply... first he hopped up a little cement wall, and onto the neighbors lawn.  Then, started dragging me along like a pony possessed..... Some where in the cobwebbed corners of my mind, I thought that if I steered him into a tree, perhaps his instinct would tell him to stop ~ you know, like, "Hey, hold the phone, I'm in a tree... perhaps I should stop.".... No, not to be the case.  What you do in that situation is press onward, and if your press hard enough, perhaps the little "gnat" (your loving human mother) on the end of the rope will shake/scrape off the end of your leash, and you can eat the neighbors entire lawn, or explode ~ which ever comes first.

Fly in the ointment for him was that I was down right pissed by then, and had decided to hold on if it killed me! (and as we know, it probably could have..... but I'm here typing, so I guess not this time.)

At one point, as I was being sieved thru the branches, a large cat sprang out of from someplace under the tree, course I couldn't really tell you where, how much could I see from inside a bushy cedar tree? ~ any how, the cat, fearing its life was in peril, ran for it - and made a flying and dynamic leap into the tall grass at the edge of the lawn.  Once we emerged from the other side ~ I was stomping mad.  I explained in no uncertain terms that this truculent and bellicose behavior needed to cease immediately.  I stomped; (yes, with all the might my small booted foot could muster, STOMPED!) and we started back for home... (The Husband and Cricket were both looking a bit wide eyed from the commotion by then)... (they had circled bush the other way, presumably to pick up what ever was left of me, or head off the unruly beast?).  I noticed on our march back home that the two woman who had waved and said hello as we left for our walk a half hour before were trying desperately to conceal their smirks and snickers, and studying their feet..... 

Once safely back into the corral ~ that lovable pony I know appeared again.... nuzzling my arm with his velvety soft nose, and sighing contentedly, and making cute little bubbly noises. 

 I looked up just in time to see Scott and Cricket watching us intently from across the corral, presumably waiting to see what was going to happen next....

... they were both sporting amused smirks as well.

Well, I kissed his nose if you must know, and told him he was VERY naughty.

Mixed messages?

Now then.  Where was I?

  Shall we get to the point? (or what was going to be the point).

  I was planning to post some photos of my lovely time in patio last Sunday, relaxed and enjoying the scenery and reading my book and sipping my ice tea...

So let's us harken back to a gentler time, and I'll finish picking the bits of cedar tree from my hair as I wait for the photos to upload.

Ahhhh, perfect afternoon ~ pony nibbling hay in the distance... tall glass of ice tea close at hand.

I do love a good book once in a while....

surrounded by nature and nasturtiums....

We little hummy stopped by for sip.

                                                                                   Fanny and Franny stopped by for snack of watermelon....

Peaceful patio scene....

Chipmunk, chipmunking.....

*Nibble,* nibble,* nibble......(that's JoJo making that sound, not the Echinacea....)

A zinnia with its very own golden halo!

All of the previous photos were taken from the comfort of my chair.... low impact photography!

Then I got up, but only a little....

Wanted you to see this awesome geranium blossom!

Go ahead, lean right in there ~ BE the geranium!!  You know you want to!! :)))))

Happy little Nasturtium! 

and there is this last one.... Tell me what you see ~ besides a horses bum.

 

I start to see why I have no time for drawing and crafting lately.... I'm far to busy taking pictures in the garden, reading, and picking branches out of my ears.

... which probably also explains the long span between blog posts too?

Never fear, I'll be back again before you know it....

 unless I'm wedged in the bush ~ please come find me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and summer marches on.....

Well now.... where have I been again?

On top of Frye Mountain.....

To watch the moon come up.....

and the lichens grow on the rocks.

and then back over this bridge.....



There are some funny folk out there on the highways....



been riding (and I use the term loosely) me pony.
(we realized after a while that the camera was in  Fish Eye mode...his legs aren't really that short.)

Notice how we make the tiny horse carry the big saddle bags...

What do you mean I can't park my pony here?

Cricket has been pressed into service as child's play thing.
Were not sure who more unsure, they seem to be eyeing each other....

and I've been in my 1/2 finished green  house.... roof, benches, no walls.

Lookin pretty good though, despite it's excesssive ventilation.

and we've been back to Maine, in the rain on a plane.
No, not really ~ just checking to see if you're paying attention.... we drove with a plan, in the van.

and we stopped at farm..... with animals.... for ice cream.
They had horses....

and wee pigglies, who smile in their sleep.

and curious sheep.

and a baby cow.

This is the farm.

and the ice cream is served from a train.
(which I did in fact fail to capture on film, so please use your vivid imaginations....)

and the we came back again.... and the moon rose up....

and the camera is on the fish eye setting again, because it would seem it amuses me.

Woah! What happened to the kitchen??  It got all bendy....

Meanwhile... back at the farm...

Hubby found this glass bottle in the wall of the old farm house.
 It says A S Hinds, who apparently made face lotion, who knew.
I am pleased to know that our forefarmers had lovely and supple skin.



yes, more treasures pulled from the rubble...
I can't help it ~ I love them. Little snippets come cascading from the ceiling like messages from the past.

Hard working boots...



Whilst it was raining, I took advantage of the time and put my dishes away again.



As you can see, it's no easy task to pick up a house.....

                          All the to and fro-ing..... it keeps us going ~ and JoJo waits (patiently?) for our return.

What's next?   

Taking suggestions for what to put into a book... 

A sketch book type thing?

Twelve months of art and quips and quotes?

I don't know ~ but it seems like a good idea.

But, then again, so does putting something in my Etsy store.  *giggle*