What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

We did nothing particularly special today. I cleaned the kitchen. That was about the extent of it. We took a jaunt over to Tractor Supply for some horse feed and vermin control (some stuff to kill mosquito larvae and a stinging thingee trap). I know that seems so unappreciative of these creatures’ place in the whole natural scheme of things, but these critters have been known to cause me and my loved ones pain, and this world really is large enough for them to find some other place to live out their twisted purpose in the circle of life (if they indeed actually have one). I have to have boundaries you know.

I was sidetracked when we headed out the door for our trip to Tractor Supply. I remembered seeing a patch of oxalis on the hill beside the house and wanted to catch a few shots of it. I ended up spending 45 mins outside snapping garden shots. Here are just a few, a couple of them featuring some of the more miniscule residents of our sanctuary – an wood ant on a dead leaf and a lightning bug on a blackberry bloom. I allow some level of ant populations, depending upon their proximity to the house, but I keep a close eye on them to be sure their numbers stay well under my control.





The flower angel is for Robot2, in lieu of a conversation we had earlier today regarding angels. [wink]



I'm telling myself that these lovely feathers all over the ground near our jay nest (feathers that appeared to belong to a baby jay) are the result of a particularly difficult flying lesson...and NOT what is left of a baby jay meeting some unspeakable, untimely end.



The next shot is a view of the tree and shrubbery farm across the road from us. It appears they may be getting ready to erect something in the foreground, and I’m not sure how long this gorgeous natural view will be available, so I thought I’d catch one now!



If you’ve never had the pleasure of feeding horses watermelon, let me just say, I pity you – you simply don’t know what you’re missing. Granted, it gets a little sloppy, but don’t all exquisite sensual pleasures tend to be a little on the ‘sloppy’ side?



Nearing the end of a hard day of doing very little of any significance, an exhausted Kendall collapses on the ground. Odessa is wondering if this round thing on the top of his shoulders may be another melon. We’re still trying to determine that, Dessa.



I shall leave you with this lovely pastoral scene of our girls engaged in their favorite pastime. On the agenda for tomorrow: a trip to Hollywild Animal Park with 2 of my most LOVELY friends and the 2 grandkids! (I think I may snort some nutdust before we leave, just to be sure I will be able to handle the excitement.)