Goodness How time Flies.

Well it has been a while, in fact I didn't realise just how long. As I sit here typing it has become apparent that time has definitely not improved my keyboard skills! I shall post weekly as my life over the past year has not become outrageously newsworthy. So a big Hello again to everyone. Oh by the way, meet Bailey, a big lovefest, I mean pest, on four legs.He now has a declared truce with the cats. Took a while.

Cleanup.

Well, we have now removed most of the tree. Only the root ball and a few branches remain.

A few minor repairs will be needed as once all the clutter was cleared it became obvious that some slight damage was caused.

Veggie patch damaged

The root ball actually pushed the chook palace slightly sideways.

So despite the above, we got away with limited damage. I don't think we will be trying to push the chook palace back into place. It weighs heaps! Added to all of this, our computer decided to do a dummy spit. Windows very kindly said it would save all my programs - it did, in name only. Needless to say I have spent my Sunday trying to reinstall my preferred browser, security etc etc. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! Damn technology, good when it works................................

Meanwhile, Gertrude, our oldest chook was found dead this morning. Old age finally got her. She had a great retirement. I think it is time to get some more layers. Our two remaining girls seem to lay eggs when they are in the mood, which is not for days sometimes. Maybe it has something to do with constantly being barked at??

Bailey!!!!

The Winds of Destruction.

The other day a storm passed over our town packing destructive winds. Now I did not give it much thought as we are quite used to land gales. There is a reason we have all our roof tiles tied to the roof frame.
Came home  in the  afternoon to be confronted by Hubby wearing a cheshire grin. He declared that from now on our luck can only get better. Oh God, what has happened I thought. Turns out our rather large Gum tree down the back decided to give up the ghost. No.2 son said he just heard a crack and down it came. Now, when Gum trees come down, they usually hit something, like your house. Hubby was right, our luck has to improve as it managed not to hit fencing, neighbours property or destroy the chook palace. Our friend now has some extra wood for next winter.

Timber..............

So close

Only pushed the trailer to the ground.

Start of the clean up

More next post.

The Other (better) Half.

Well, now it is my turn, middle aged crisis or whatever you like to call it. I call it doing my own thing.Yeehaaaaa.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Spring has sprung and my garden is waking up. My poor old apple tree looks like it has given up the ghost, so we replanted it in another spot hoping that some sign of life shows itself. Here are some springy pictures, don't ask me what the plant is as I bought it from the throw out pile at the nursery. The damn thing is growing like a weed. Wish the plants I paid good money for would do the same!

Stages.

Sometimes in life you do things that are completely out of the box. Well, hubby and I decided that we were going to do something different. And we did. We decided to get a tattoo. I decided on a flower, hubby decided on a samurai back piece. He had no idea of the pain involved, nor of how many sessions would be involved. Three sessions later it is still a work in progress. I have the flower, but my idea of a back piece is now on hold. I know that most people see tattoos as normal now, but hey, got to keep the family on their toes. I think they are cringing at the thought of what we might do next. We might let them sweat for a while!!

Still more colour to go.

Car Ride

Went out to visit my grandson today. Like grandmothers  the world over, I am going to show you my latest photo of him in his 'Elmo' suit. Too cute by far, not that I am biased.

He now gives the the most amazing smiles. No, it is not wind!

Flower Pot Heaven.

Bailey has fallen in love with a flower pot. He runs riot around the front yard with his head half in the pot. It is quite amusing to watch him try and hide it.

She will never think to look here.

Unfortunately, he is not very good at hiding his flower pot.

Darn it, she found me.

He will then spend 15 mins or so racing around and around looking for a 'safe' spot.

I'll take it somewhere safe.

Only to end up back where he started.

Trying to chew his pot.

Such is life.