Some leaves that Ada and I picked up on a walk last Sunday.
category: Personal
My grandmother passed away this week after a long sweet life.
I put together a collage of some images of Grandma and her family for the funeral, and then scanned some new images of Grandma, thanks to my cousin, Randy, who showed up with 30 originals — thanks, Randy! I’d been hoping to get a fresh scan of the image below of Grandma with her sisters since the first time I saw it. I just love it.
Hard to believe that three weeks ago we were wearing jackets. It has been so wet that the fields have set fallow longer than usual and annuals like yellow rocket have had time to bloom.
We just got home from a quick trip to Chicago. I had a one day photography workshop, which we turned into a little three day family vacation. I have more images to post, but here’s one for now of Ada at the Shedd Aquarium.
I’ve been moving my bee hives around and set up a new hive last week. In the process I threw out an old bee hive super because the corners rotted out. We burned the bee super in the firepit in our backyard last night and at the risk of making it sound like we’ve gone trippy down here in Bunnyville, I have to say that the bee box burned beautifully. I went and got the camera, figuring it was going to be interesting if I managed to melt or otherwise mess up an expensive lens taking pictures of a bonfire. Anyway, here’s our fire dog, and in case you’re wondering, no, I didn’t photoshop it to make it look more “dog-like.”
We have new chicks hatched. We always have too many chickens, but Ada and I never grow tired of looking at freshly hatched chicks. We brought some in to babysit them a while before turning them back over to the “professionals,” otherwise known as the banties.
I have a fortune cookie stuck on my refrigerator from over a year ago. It was Ada’s fortune and it read, “A financial investment will yield returns beyond your hopes.” I laughed when I read it to her and asked her what she thought it meant.
She thought for a moment before replying in a very certain voice, “Chicks stay alive.”
Considering our banty population, I’d say we are very fortunate indeed.
And Ada holding chicks in the chicken shed as I handed them down from the boxes.
On any given Sunday, here are the types of things that one very patient golden retriever named, Zoe, is putting up with from her person, Ada. Ada went off with a butterfly net in search of butterflies. Zoe went with her, of course. Butterflies proved to be too hard to catch, but not so Zoe.
During one of my rained out sessions this week I took some photos of chives gone wild in the herb bed.
I’m making a calendar for my sisters and Mother this year with family members birthdays and anniversaries on it. May featured Ada and my mother’s puppy, Annie, who showed up in Mom and Dad’s barn the eve of Mom’s birthday. And, no, I had nothing to do with that even though I knew Mom was looking for a dog.
We got to babysit Annie (who my daughter calls, “Goldie”) for two weeks this spring and we all had big fun together. Our dog, Zoe, surely one of the most patient golden retrievers on the planet, bore the brunt of the babysitting duties and basically served as an 80 pound chew toy during Annie’s visit.
