Old farming legends say your corn crop should be knee high by the Fourth of July.
But that’s no longer gospel. Far from it.
Here, take a look:
My son Domer was home briefly and took this photo of me standing outside one of the corn fields in our area. As a reference, I’m nearly 5’6″, and this field is starting to tassle way over my head!
Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:
We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.
It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, Anglo-Irish novelist
I’ve been putting off as long as I dare the process of buying a new smartphone.
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft, U.S. Methodist minister
Perhaps Nature springs forth her best effort
In what to man might seem an unseemly place
Next to shabby surroundings such glory is
Kissed by resplendence from above.
Delicate masses of cotton candy blossoms
Overlook a small yard in a country town
Greeting residents and visitors alike
With jaw-dropping beauty and grace
Only a pickup truck mars this scene
Only a rather dilapidated working truck
Drive it off and let Nature’s splendor unfold!
Note: Another Acrostic poem. Seemed like time for the challenge.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. ~Doug Larson, American journalist
There once was a wee Dandelion
Who said, “‘Tis true, I’m not lyin’.
Don’t call me a weed,
I’m precious indeed.
Who else can thrive without tryin’?”
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb
Brave little flowers.
Warmth came too fast; cold followed.
Thrives nevertheless.
May the leprechauns be near you,
To spread luck along your way.
And may all the Irish angels,
Smile upon you St. Patrick’s Day. ~ Irish blessing
Punxsutawney Phil
Says six more weeks of winter.
Haven’t shoveled yet!
Dark clouds incoming
Wind, rain are sure to follow
Illinois weather
A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book. ~Irish Proverb
Dallas here.
‘Tis hard for a doggin to get a good sleep around here these days.
Mama, you see, has gone and got herself a cold.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 