Yard art at its finest...almost real

If we have passed these once, we have passed them at least a hundred times over the years, probably more if truth be told. They are passed when coming in the back way to Mansfield, Indiana. When coming, you come around the bend and the view above is what you see. Even though I know they are not real, my heart still flutters about half the time thinking just for a second that they are alive.
Then you go on around the curve, and here is what you see. These were just quick snaps cause there is no place to pull off the road and it is curvy right there...so I took what I could get!
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I feel like I have been busy all day yet look back and don't feel like I accomplished much at all. I did laundry...I swear there is someone that comes and wears our clothes for us. I am always amazed at the amount of laundry I do. Yet, when I really think about it, I think I only did one load all last week. So, maybe I am not doing as bad as I think I do. The two loads did today did not leave enough to do another load of everything left combined.

I also replaced a pocket in a pair of shorts. Let me tell you, I am glad no one sees the pocket...it is definitely not your finest looking pocket, but the best I could do with the pair of shorts. They were a pair of Roger's old work shorts with an elastic in the waist and I was not about to undo all that sewing when elastic was involved. I did do some ripping, and then cut the pocket off at the top and replaced it.

And while I was down there I cut the sashing for my baby quilt which I have not touched since I posted a pic of the finished blocks sometime last week. Later I went back and almost got the whole thing sewn together. Just a few more long lines of sewing and the top will be almost totally done.

That has about been the sum of my day--tomorrow I am going to Sarah's for a while.

Butterfly blues

Yesterday, before Lorelei and Sarah came over, we took a little drive. We wanted to check out Big Raccoon Creek...it was up much to much to fish. So, we headed home--through the country of course. Along this one stretch of road, there were all these butterflies.
I don't know why, but they were not flighty at all...maybe these were blooms at just the right stage. Whatever the reason, they tried to stay put.
But it was so windy, they had a hard time. Which resulted in many missed shots for me. About the time I was read to squeeze off a shot off, the wind would blow the bloom/butterflies sometimes completely out of the picture. Sometimes, just enough till they were nothing but a blur. And part of the time, the wind was whipping their wings...they were doing like a flag rippling in the wind.

I did get two or three fairly good photos of them that I will be showing later on my other blog, but for right now I thought I would show these for now.

Chew Mail Pouch

This is another drive-by shot of a Mail Pouch barn, taken the other day on our quest to try out our GPS. It is not the greatest shot, but I always like these barns. There is a nice little article about them here....and at the bottom of that page is this link to lots of great photos of Mail Pouch barns.

Then there is the photo below, taken the same day as the above. Again we are moving.
And this one is not even the quality of the above but it is the one that calls to my heart. It makes me feel like I could be looking at an East Tennessee farm...it just has that feel for me. All the time we were down in the southern part of the state, I kept thinking we might eventually spot a patch of tobacco. But that was not the case....

It really doesn't take much to make me think of Tennessee...I guess it will always hold first place in my heart. We were talking today about when we lived down there, we lived in this little house, which would be a shack to most people, but home to us. The side of the hill had actually been dug away, cut out...whatever you want to call it to make room for part of the kitchen. As I think about it now, I bet that part was added later after the original house was built. But it was there as long back as I can remember.

The back door opened off it, and even though we had no air conditioning, in the hottest of summertime days we opened one window in our bedroom, and opened the back door and the house cooled right out...allowing us to sleep just fine. I guess to be fair, I will tell you the sun did not fully hit the place till later in the morn, and our house was in the shade fairly early. So the surrounding area did not have the time to build and hold the heat.

Even though the house burned down sometime back, that place will always hold a special place in our heart. I honestly think it is my favorite place on earth.