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We are finding that we have lots of wild blackberry bushes on our property. These are not ripe yet.
Mr and I went out in the backyard the other day to check them out. Some were just starting to ripen.
Look at all the yummy blackberries still not ripe yet. I can't wait until they do, wild blackberry jam sounds pretty good.
I just hope that between the deer and Mr eating them, that I'll have enough for a batch of jam :)
I'm linking with Lisa over at Macro Monday.
The coneflower is my most favorite flower of all, so of course I had to plant some when we moved here last August. I'm so excited that they are blooming now in my garden.
I"m linking with Jan for SOOC Sunday.
Linking to Weekend Reflections.
I've been reading a book called The Artist's Way and one thing the author asks us to do is go on an artist date with yourself. I haven't picked up the needles in ever so long, so my artist date the other day was knitting. I started a pair of socks for myself with yarn that is hand dyed. The yarn is from a local yarn shop where the owner and her husband raise sheep. So this yarn is humanely raised and is grass based with certified organic pasture and hay. This wool is awesome to knit with.
I enjoyed sitting out on the front porch the other morning and I couldn't get over how pretty the clouds looked.
Linking with Skywatch Friday.
We had a lot of fun with the grand kids this week. They had a blast on the tire swing, so Grandpa and I had to join in on the fun. Jim had an easy time getting up on the swing...I on the other hand had a more difficult time getting my ever so round fanny on it. After 3 attempts and a hard fall to the ground I was not going to give up...at least not in front of the grand kids. I think I scared the life out of the kids with my fall. But, instead of lying there crying, I got up laughing and determined to get up on that swing. Granddaughter Kendall who was in charge of taking the pictures of me trying to get up on the swing was horrified at herself that she took the pictures of it happening...and no I will not show them :)
They are now back with their parents and I have to tell you...I'm pooped out.
We have a robins nest up on one of the log ends. While sitting outside the other morning, I watched the momma coming and going with food for her young.
It'll be quiet here on the blog for the next few days. We have some of the grand-kids visiting...minus their parents :)
You all have a fun week.
Last night Mr and I and our daughter Erin headed to a Bluegrass & Gospel Festival.
The opening group...In a bluegrass band there are a few different instrument's played.
A... Dobro.
...banjo...
...mandolin...
and even a saw. Yes, that's what I said...a saw. This gentleman played Amazing grace on a saw. I thought it was nice...BUT...
Mr on the other hand, thought it sounded like a cat screeching. I caught this lady sleeping...If she was sleeping when the saw started playing, I'm sure it woke her up pretty fast.
This bluegrass/gospel group also was a comedy act that had everyone in stitches. They also were very serious as in the song they are singing here. They dedicated this song to the widows of fallen soldiers. Everyone in the place stood up.
The last act was Sawtooth...who were the youngest group of the night.
The fiddle player was the youngest proformer of the night, clocking in at 17 years of age.
Even tho we were probably one of the youngest watching, we had a wonderful time.
Heading back home the other day from town we spied this huge turtle crossing the road.
He was on his way to the pond that is in someones yard down in the valley.
Then a couple of days before, we saw this guy. We found him on the side of the road.
This guy also was a big one. Mr thought this one was a snapping turtle.
Now to see if he is one.
Snap!!!! Sure enough he was...Wow, his jaws are strong.
The creek was on the otherside of the weeds, so Mr decided to get him a little bit closer to the creek.
and into the weeds it went.
I just love living here in the Ocooch Mountains...there is just so much to see.
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