Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Angling up across the country

toward home (from our short stay in Asheville, North Carolina), the Yard Man and I had an excellent view of the sky.  And, oh, thank glorious goodness for that, Dear Reader; the panorama overhead provided entertainment for us throughout our whole long day of driving!  We were treated to a fantastic performance by the clouds, with bit parts by the heavenly bodies!  Just you look, Viewer Dear.  I believe you might be giving a little gasp every now and then.  Uh, huh.

 8:45 a.m.

8:50 a.m.

10:56 a.m.

11:09 a.m.

  11:26 a.m.
 (Right here, Viewer Dear, is where the clouds were not so astounding, but the view ahead [as I roused from a tiny nap] certainly took my breath away!)

 12:24 p.m.

12:28 p.m.

12:30 p.m.

12:52 p.m.
5:29 p.m.
5:41 p.m.

 6:41 p.m.
"The moon!"
I exclaimed with glee to the Yard Man.

6:43 p.m.

And here I shrieked, "It's a rainbow!"
(Yes, yes, Viewer Dear, I know it is a sun dog.  I'm just not in the habit, you see, of shrieking, "It's a sun dog!"
7:25 p.m.

It was the grand finale.

Monday, June 20, 2016


Last week the Yard Man and I took a (relatively) long trip for a (relatively) short visit with our Dark-haired Daughter and David.  We drove nine hours to spend three days in Asheville, North Carolina.
While there, we did our usual strolling around, seeing the interesting sights of Asheville, meeting a few of the interesting folks and animals who populate Asheville, listening to their interesting music!

And, then.
We went to visit an interesting (okay, okay, no more use of that word; curious how few synonyms!) farmer  on his mountain farm outside of Asheville.
Reader Dear, please be a Dear Viewer.
This man and his wife have a slew of fascinating animals who call the place home.

There were horses and chickens, of course; but, meh, there are also horses and chickens on a farm that I know well.  It was the goats that really got me going!  They were clearly communicating with one another.

"Look at this crazy woman with the camera!" one of them yelled to the others.  "She's running around here like we're some kind of circus side-show!"

"Yeah, she acts a little gaga over
seeing us, but she clearly likes the 
piggies best," one of the other goats complained.

And, they had it right, Reader Dear. I squealed when the piggies grunted!
I grunted when they squealed! I was so tickled by their curly tails, constantly moving, and their unabashed pigging out.

Eventually, we had to say goodbye to the four-legged critters and go back to interacting with the fascinating two-legged variety.

But, for me, Reader Dear, the piggies carried the day.