Yesterday afternoon I was outside and saw something fly around the patio. It didn’t behave like a butterfly and was certainly not a hummingbird, which I never see out here for some strange reason.
I was curious, so I kept watching for it. Finally it settled on the fence bordering the alley that has the mutant purple morning glories growing up it.
So I edged closer to the fence to get a better look.
The morning glory vines are spreading up and down this fence and even starting to twine up the roof.
When I finally got close enough to see what was now so still, I hurried in to grab my camera.
I don’t think I’ve seen a dragonfly since I left Texas. I captured photos of several beautiful ones there in East Texas. But for some reason, I don’t recall seeing any since.
I was excited to finally see one here. It was so still. It didn’t move for some time. Then it flew over to the passion flower vine.
I need to read up on dragonflies and which ones visit here. I haven’t read much about dragonflies, so I guess it is time I do.
In other news, Andrew and his mom and dad are spending the week at the gulf shore. He looks to be having a wonderful time playing in the sand.
I’ve been grabbing photos of their trip off of Facebook to see how Andrew is enjoying his first trip to the ocean.
Give a child a container and something to dig with and they are content.
A new book came in the mail yesterday. It is called “Caroline” by Sarah Miller. Many of you will remember Caroline.
In the frigid days of February, 1870, Caroline Ingalls and her family leave the familiar comforts of the Big Woods of Wisconsin and the warm bosom of her family, for a new life in Kansas Indian Territory.
Packing what they can carry in their wagon, Caroline, her husband Charles, and their little girls, Mary and Laura, head west to settle in a beautiful, unpredictable land full of promise and peril.
The pioneer life is a hard one, especially for a pregnant woman with no friends or kin to turn to for comfort or help. The burden of work must be shouldered alone, sickness tended without the aid of doctors, and babies birthed without the accustomed hands of mothers or sisters.
But Caroline’s new world is also full of tender joys. In adapting to this strange new place and transforming a rough log house built by Charles’ hands into a home, Caroline must draw on untapped wells of strength she does not know she possesses.
When I was younger I enjoyed the “Little House On The Prairie” TV show. They have been around for a long time. I will try to escape back into the world of Caroline and her family. It is surely a blast from the past.
Imagine having Caroline’s struggles without all of the modern things we have today to make our lives easier. It will make me appreciate them more to read this book.
Did you watch and enjoy “Little House On The Prairie?”
I’m off to run errands before it gets too hot.