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Little Slice of Heaven, Rural Pennsylvania, United States
wife. mommie. daughter. home-maker. my family is my passion. when not chasing children, husband, or pets about i like to bake, sew, quilt, cook, dig in the dirt, tromp around, take pictures, ponder, and fill my lungs with good, clean air. i am a very blessed girl.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

Listen, God love everything you love---and a mess of stuff you don't. 
But more than anything else, God love admiration.




You saying God vain?  I ast.




Naw, she say.  Not vain, just wanting to share a good thing.
 I think it pisses God off if you walk by
the color purple in a field somewhere
and don't notice it.

---Alice Walker
The Color Purple





Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Wordless Wednesday






(double-click on photo below to see glistening bovine brain coral. . .)

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Uh oh. . . . . times three

Remember my perch upon the hay bales?  'Tis to be no more.  Suspicions have been confirmed:


Horribly tiny, cringingly cute, and painfully vulnerable:
KITTENS
A very petite tuxedo cat has been hanging around the property for some time now, off and on for perhaps two years.  Just when we think it's been made into coyote-snack, it turns up again.  Very wary, cautious, and quite feral.  So little tuxedo cat has been caught spending time in the barn recently.  Close examination of it's swiftly retreating self revealed a somewhat full-ish belly.  I began to suspect that "it" was in fact a "she". . . . a rather pregnant she.  Well, that was several days ago.  Turns out that pendulous swing to her belly was due to post-partum flab.  The triplets are 2-3 weeks old.  We'll keep all parties safe until weaned and adoptable through our local chapter of The Humane Society.

But really.
Darn it all.


Spay and neuter, peeps, spay and neuter.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday





The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

--- Walt Whitman

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Visitations and communions. . . .

Hello, neighbor.



A two-foot long Northern Red-bellied snake who's found his "niche" in life.  For several years, a Northern Red-bellied has summered in this very chink in the bricks and mortar of the garden half-wall.  A hole the size of my fist, and deeply recessed.  Cool, dank, doubltess spidery.  Some days, as I pull weeds and prune, a slender head
pokes out and flicks a bright orange tongue in my direction. 
Like chatting over the fence, it's a Mr. Rogers moment. 
I'm glad we're neighbors. 

For several summers in a row, a ring-necked garter snake would find its way into the basement of the house, and live the whole season under my washing machine.  One summer, it was two snakes---a momma and her impossibly small snake-baby.  They were never apart, always traveling together on scouting missions across the concrete floored depths of the old house.  And when my looming self appeared, a sidelong dash to the safety of the washer .

My laundry muses.  They kept me company,  made me smile.  Those little snakes slowed me down enough to appreciate the task at hand, ponder juxtapositions, and appreciate Nature's habit
of presenting itself in the most
unlikely of places.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday



Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary.  It happens all the time.
--- Susan Cheever



Thursday, June 7, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday



The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

--- e. e. cummings

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Wordless (WIP) Wednesday. . .



(for the wee lad. . .he is everso patient)

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Release the hounds!. . . .



Did I say hounds?. . .um, I meant c*o*w*s. 


Now that the girls have aclimated to their new home, they're free to come and go to the pasture as they please.  This is what cows do best: turning healthy graze into healthy meat and milk.  Beef cows are particularly efficient at converting grass into muscle. 


MaryAnne eats apple leaves with impunity. 
Fencing? Schmencing!


How do I get fabulous closeups, you might ask?  Flat on my belly in wet grass, with 1500 lbs. combined weight of not-so-tame burly beef and bone ready to squash my big soft head with little to no provocation. 
My middle name is "Danger."
(I know someone reading this will get that joke.)
(I'm talking to you, C.)


And you thought this was --- yet another --- Quilting Blog.

Hah.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Honest to Pete. . .


Last one, I promise.  Even I can look at only so many blurry photos of baby birds.


Definitely see the dinosaur-bird connection. . .

I won't bother these little ones anymore.  Soon their eyes will be open, and they'll startle easily. 
 Best to leave well enough alone. . .