While doing some yard work, I heard some squabbling in a tree in our backyard. As much as I am a fan of birds, most are welcome to visit. But if, they are thinking that there may be a delicacy of some sort, they can just move along, and dine elsewhere.
Break time is over..
I realize that these are very blurry.. but as we drove by, and I observed these cows heading back to their barn, I was intrigued. What caught my eye was the one leading them back, like an obedient soul, knowing that it was time, to go back to work. I saw humor in this, but inwardly, I hoped that they are happy cows… or as happy as they can be in their living quarters and circumstances in life. There are quite a few dairy farms, that I have read about, that don’t treat their cows well. But that goes for many animals, and it makes my heart sad, and for humans, as well.
there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
i’ve been clearing the clutter away
it’s been such a painful experience
because the clutter wants to stay..
but this disease has got to go
it has been with me far too long
so it is time for clutter bug and i
to find something new to do
i already feel the freedom
and seeing a little light
as i say goodbye to clutter bug
because i want clutter out of my sight..
We have lived at the same location for nine years. Doors have opened for us to relocate and we should be moving by the end of this month. We are not going far but our years of collecting seems a bit ominous right now. I am afraid that my image of that soothing succulent did not help me get over the overwhelming task of packing…I am exaggerating just a little. I am one that keeps her letters and I have saved some paperwork that belonged to my children from elementary school. Do I continue this journey with sentimental artifacts from years gone by. Our home is not large so we couldn’t possibly have that much. At the present moment I feel like a hoarder… Cleaning up always entails making a mess and that is where I am at..No need for pictures as it just looks pretty bad and out of control. Boxes are stacking up and we are making some headway. Do we shuffle off to buffalo with our loads of memorabilia or leave some of it behind in the dumpster. My husband is telling me it’s ok..to be a hoarder and we can deal with it later..Lol! There may even be meetings that I can go to..to get well. Or maybe I will just take the first train out of here and not deal with it at all…