A Little Reminder from the Past

One of the many cool things about living in the area where you grew up, is that sometimes there are little reminders of the past. Today I had the opportunity to get out and take some photographs. That is not something I usually get to do much of in December. But the weather has (thankfully) been unusually mild recently.

There is a hillside here, where there is ground slipping away. It’s a place where I often played when I was little.

I liked to sit in the dry dirt here and play with marbles and matchbox cars. I would make elaborate trails for my marbles to roll down the steep hill and roads for my matchbox cars to drive.

The past couple of years we’ve had more rain in the summers than usual. So the hill has not been as dry and as a result, it has more moss on it than it had when I was a kid. Still, parts of it are exposed dirt, crumbling away, as always.

Today where some of the dirt was eroding away, out had popped one of my old marbles from when I was a kid and it had rolled down onto some moss. It was scuffed up and looking a bit worse for the wear (kinda like me these days). LOL

It had probably been buried in the dirt there for 30+ years, but it decided to make an appearance today.

It made me smile.   🙂


The Grand Beaver


This weekend was the annual Graham vs. Beaver high school football game. These are two rival high schools. Apparently (according to what I’ve been told) where my husband is from, this is a big deal.

This year my husband felt the need to show me photographic proof of what a big deal it is, courtesy of a variety of Facebook photos of large crowds of people – many of whom he knew personally.

That is when my unintentional giggling got the best of me and I couldn’t hold it back. (If you’ve been a follower of my blog anytime in the past decade, you are probably aware of the fact that unintentional giggling is an issue for me that often gives rise to awkward situations.)

After years of successfully holding back a full-blown giggle, this year I couldn’t. Not after seeing actual huge crowds of people.  My husband asked me, “What is so funny?” and “Why do you always giggle a bit when I talk about the Graham/Beaver game?”

So being me… I told him the truth.  I said:

Every time you say, “The Graham/Beaver games” the way that you pronounce it, it sounds as if you are saying, “The Grand Beaver games”. I know I have never told you this before, but in all the years I have known you…. what… 14… almost 15 years? When you say what sounds like, “You don’t understand. Where I come from EVERYONE goes to The Grand Beaver games,” I picture a bunch of people, gathering together to celebrate and watch a giant beaver.

Every. Single. Time.

I bite my tongue. I try so hard to keep a straight face and hold back the giggles. Because unintentionally in my mind….

I imagine it like some sort of redneck games, inspired by a worshiped, giant beaver. Like an Olympics for country folk.

A sounding of trumpets, shotguns, and then the games begin. At the end of the festivities, the giant beaver rides in on a float covered in flowers, climbs off, walks among his people – who all come to celebrate him every year.

Then he goes back to the river again, till next year’s Grand Beaver Games.

And that, my darling, is why I giggle.

He stared at me blankly and said, “What is wrong with you?”

I just smiled.  🙂

World Photo Day

August 19th is World Photo Day. I didn’t take very many photographs today. But I did get a photograph of this Eastern Comma (polygonia comma). The Eastern Comma is a butterfly that changes color a bit. In the winter the hind wings are more reddish-orange (like the fore wings). In the summer it’s hind wings are more black (like the photo below).


I hope you enjoyed the butterfly.
Happy World Photo Day!

Garfield Making Himself Useful

The parking spot for the Subaru is underneath of a beech tree. Last spring, we had an issue with little wood mice wanting to store beech tree seeds under the hood of the Subaru. (That was a first.)

They weren’t getting inside of the vehicle. But apparently they thought under the hood was a great place to store seeds.

Interestingly enough, we haven’t had that problem this year…


Just Chillin’ in an Umbrella

We had a lot of rain on Thursday and my oldest daughter left her umbrella on the porch, for it to dry out.  The wind caught it and blew it onto the sidewalk, where Heathcliff promptly took it for his own.

I’m not really sure what the appeal would be, of laying inside an upside down umbrella. But…. I’m not really sure why Heathcliff does many of the things that he does.  🙂





Last year, after over 8 years of blogging, I decided to take a break. It was a wonderful break and I don’t regret it at all. But I’ve decided it’s time to come back – a little different than before – but come back.

I miss my readers and sharing the ridiculous, funny, ups and downs in life, and most importantly… hope.

Many things online have gotten stressful these days. It seems like everyone is talking about the drain they feel when they visit social media or the news, etc. I hope my site can be a bit of a respite from all of the politics and negativity.

So… what’s changed since I last updated here? Well… I’m now the mother of a teenager! Time flies! The kids are great and we have new rescue critters, who are always up to something silly. So there is never a dull moment around here.

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I hope everyone is having a great day!  🙂