Tivoli - part 2 another angle of the giraffe I posted some time ago... Farhad , again !
Some of my Mom's old ornaments. I always loved them. A better picture of the trout pond at Cabela's.
Tuesday CotOut, there it goes... The Beatles Dear Prudence Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play. Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day. The sun is up, the sky is blue. It’s beautiful and so are you. Dear Prudence won’t you come out to play? Dear Prudence open up your eyes. Dear Prudence see the sunny skies. The wind is low the birds will sing That you are part of everything. Dear Prudence won’t you open up your eyes? Look around round Look around round round Look around. Dear Prudence let me see you smile. Dear Prudence like a little child. The clouds will be a daisy chain. So let me see you smile again. Dear Prudence won’t you let me see you smile? More pictures from Cabela's. This was David's favorite picture that I took. there is also this one.
Happy 4th to all my amigos. My niece's daughter , Linzi
One of the buffet tables at my class reunion last night.
I and my great SISTER, my best friend ; D Happy International Women Day !!! What we call 'Progress' is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance. -Havelock Ellis (1859 - 1939) Boss of Dawn West Farm Danish Oldenborg March, 1991 - June, 2006 by Thor out of Jutka af Hvarre Euthanized today due to renal failure native name: Itacan named by Cohomni Maka, Dakota native The yellow background is the Dakota/Lakota color for protection and for the direction South. From the South comes the warmth that helps crops grow. To the South go our loved ones when they pass over to the other world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die . . . by Mary Frye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A favorite of pet owners who grieve is this one: Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown...