Friday, July 25, 2014

Hump Day 7-23

While Kitty was going about her morning chores, Prince took these photos of the sun rise on Wednesday. I kept peaking out the kitchen window and I enjoyed it too but continue with my morning have to do's. 
The Kitty Justice would be to put the have to do's on hold and just enjoy the rising sun. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

Grand Pa

 Feeding his chickens when he lived on his son's farm out on Stevens Lane. As a small child I remember his chickens, goats, cow, mule and rabbits that he raise. Also, the large gardens . My big sis and I used those rows of vegetables as a maze to run and play. I can still feel the loose dirt under my bare feet. 
 Pa smoked cigarettes that he rolled and also liked his chewing tobacco. There is a little dark spit running down his chin from the last habit. Grand Ma in the pink, hated both habits. Little did we realize that she had an obsessive cleaning disorder. Everything in her home was spic and span. The white glove test could be given at any moment and she would not fail. 
 Pa, Mother and Grand Ma taken during Christmas at our house. My sister has the floor basket in her home. 
Pa in front of our Cedar Christmas tree. It was a true hunt when trying to find the perfect Christmas tree. No one in the country would be caught buying one and at this point in time I had not even heard of a artificial  tree. Pa would always come up to our home and spend Christmas Eve. Christmas morning he would entertain  us with  stories of his yearly encounter with Santa. One year he told us that Santa got hung in the elbow of the stove pipe and he had to take it apart to get Santa out. He would always buy us a big bag of apples and oranges for Christmas and when I was small I thought that was the only time citrus fruit was in the stores. 
 Both of these photos were taken in the little house my Uncle provided for his parents on Stevens Lane. Yep that is me with the long hair. I was working in Nashville and had gotten my first car, so I would go at least once a month to have dinner with them and spend time with my Pa.  Grand Ma would cook and clean(no one mess with her kitchen) and Pa and I would visit. I could listen to his stories forever. One I remember quite vividly is the one where he had gone squirrel hunting and was tired. He sat down at the bottom of this big oak and fell asleep as soon as his bottom hit the ground. He said he was dreaming about these beautiful bells playing when he awoke and looked into the eyes of a squirrel. The squirrel had crawled down the tree and was making a ringing noise on his gun barrel. Pa looked at me with those soft brown eyes and said he just did not have the heart to kill the squirrel so he came home empty handed. 
 Pa was the first one to get up in the morning and he would make a fire in the cook stove and brew him self a pot of coffee that was consumed before anyone feet hit the cold floors of the house. 
This photo was taken when I was a teenager in high school. Pa always wore his overalls and a long sleeve shirt. One leg was shorter than the other so I could tell by his gait that it was him when he came into view. He walked almost everywhere he went in the country. He did have a mule but most often left him to other things and just walked to his destination. When I was about five or six, the cats were sitting waiting for a stream of milk from the cow Pa was milking. I was thirsty and that looked like a good way to have a drink so I asked if he would give me some. He said "Babe (that is what he called me) go get in line." I sat at the end of the row of three cats and waited my turn.  I was anticipating the nice taste of cold milk. When it was my turn, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and  the stream hit me in the face with the force of being shot from a cannon and not an udder.  Worse still it was very warm and sticky and had gotten all over my face and top. I yelled" Ugh" and Pa almost fell off his milk stool laughing. 
The Kitty Justice is to not ask for something unless you know what you are getting, no matter how old you happen to be. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Big Boy Little Boy

Photo was taken on Puppy's birthday. Mr. Rowdy Bandit Katdashing is much larger now. I believe after the little boy has terrorized Maggie for the pass few weeks, well he needs to either go outside as I intended or head down to the cabin to live with Puppy. 
My legs look like a salt shaker, with all the scratches and holes on top from the Kat running and then suddenly using me for a climbing pole. Yes, I did clip his nails.  I really think if something happens to him, I will get a more mature cat as I am too old for his unpredictable behavior. 
Puppy went to the lake on his birthday with 4 other guys to give his first college roommate a bachelor party. Another one bites the dust. Last weekend Puppy was in his wedding party. 
The Kitty Justice is that Puppy is one of the few left without an anchor. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Deal NO Dill

I have always considered this the fire works of the Herb World. The seeds burst forth on these flowerful spikes. Now there are two dates you cannot predict, when you are born and the date you die. Your name and those two dates will be chiseled in stone when you slip this earth.  These two dates are the ones dealt you but the dash in between those dates are up to you. We had a local figure who died and a full section of the paper, six pages where about his life.

 Funerals happen to be a a vision of untruths and actual facts,  because most often the words spoken are for the ones who attend. I say this as I read both of my Mother's and Father's funeral transcripts yesterday. One did not say enough and the other said thinks that stranger would recognize but not the family. Well, maybe some of the family but we children (the three of us) knew the true.

My dear sister will have to Deal not dill with my BIL birthday today. She started her year of first beginning with his death on April 16th. My Grand Pa who was the first real love of my life was also born this day and he has been gone since 1973 and I really miss him but have grand memories. I feel both of these men will not really be dead to the world until the last person who remembers them are gone. Each could have had a six page section in the newspaper and it would not have been enough to tell all the wonderful things they did. 

The Kitty Justice is the dash is a Big Deal not Dill.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Purple Tuesday

If you are looking down the hill in our front yard, this bush is behind the rake on the left side. Actually there are two bushes but alas only the oldest bloomed this year. As I look around the yard, I find I have lots of purple and blue flowers with a little pink here and there. 
Please enlarge to enjoy the colors. 
The Kitty Justice is I must love Purple. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

Corner near the stairs

I changed this corner very little every year. The dragon pot stays out to get more sunshine and the others . The Rubber plant and both wandering Jew (green and variegated) are new pots from cuttings of some of the plants I wintered over in the basement. To get the full effect, I moved the Prayer Plant to the side of the Crown of Thorns and place the green Jew on that stand so it can hang gracefully rather than crawl across the porch. 
The Kitty Justice is the Question "Do you have a corner that you display plants the same way year after year?"

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Sun flower Sunday

The Kitty Justice is to have a Happy Day just like the Sun Flower in the Sun.