birdie torture

Our spinach is looking fan.tab.ulous! Popeye would be proud. But. The neighborhood birds are taking liberties with our produce! Last year I researched what to do to prevent them from utilizing our garden as a restroom and got the idea to use old cds. We hammered old cds shiny side up all along the top of our trellises and the reflection deterred the birds wonderfully. The cds dulled over the winter, not surprisingly, and my plan was to just replace with fresh cds. Adam had way more grandiose ideas, though. And, so far it is working great! Have not found a single bird pierced to the board thankfully and the neighbors haven’t asked if we are doing some sort of medieval torture experiment.

 

 

a little extra oomph

Madison and Anna did awesome at the state junior high track meet last weekend. I especially like that they kept with the family tradition of using all of your assets to excel. When their older sisters Jordan and Rebecca were playing high school sports it never failed that we caught pics similar to these. Of course this specialty did not come from my sister’s side! There’s just something about their tongue that makes them go a lil’ faster or makes them a wee bit stronger.

Kentucky Derby to follow

We went to a ginormous track meet on Saturday for the nieces. For once the weather was perfect. Historically track meets are scorching or flooded. Saturday was a day for people-watching. We’re rural people. Country folk-and the various hats used to shield from the sun that were peppered throughout the meet grounds displayed our uniqueness well. Camo hats and cowboy hats (even saw some boots with spurs) were plentiful. Heck, there were even feathers. Yeah, feathers. 

I admire this woman for her self-confidence. I don’t know if it was the orangeish-hue’d self tan she had, the rhinestone prom-style necklace, fantabulous sparkly shoes, gold-sequined scarf or the hat. Ah, let’s face it…it’s the hat. Totally the bomb! While I, myself am in awe of her brave style, I bet her child that was competing in the meet was less than thrilled. I can just hear it, “Moooooootherrrr”.

man in the super moon

We only had a really brief period of time we got to see the moon as a storm was moving in on Saturday night. The whole super moon thing reminds me of Haley’s comet-one of those bizarre vivid childhood memories that I have. My girlscout troop went to see Haley’s comet. It was cold and I remember how yummy the apple cider was. Don’t remember much about the comet….just the cider.