89- INVITE

She loves it when we invite one of her best friends over to play. Especially one such as Axel....who is also female ...because the other friends are all males and they just seem to get side tracked with those 'guy thoughts' all the time. gggrrr............

88 - DISCONTINUING

The color - natural. The curl - unfortunately not natural. I have thought...thousands of times...about discontinuing and going straight like the rest of the world. A thought. Very short lived. Without that perm my hair is not only straight but flat. It laughs at the curling iron. I'm told I have a nice head of hair but the hair itself is fine. Fine as in....thin...not as in nice fine. They don't last as long anymore. The curl isn't as tight as it used to be. Guess...the hair is getting up in age also. Someday, maybe it will have to be discontinued. When I can't get around anymore. When I can't drive. When I have no one to take me. When...I don't have enough hair to worry about. hehe For now, continue on...the perm...it is me. It's my 'trademark' per se.

87 - GUARANTEED

I love these types of plants. The type that are guaranteed to provide a smile inhibiting blossom when the plant is neglected. Or....maybe it just knew it was spring. Looks kind of ferocious, doesn't it?

86 -CASTING

I can't wait til I am out in the boat again. Casting. Catching. Relaxing. Smiling. Feeling the river breeze. Smelling the wonders of nature. Listening to the wildlife that comes from the shore. Casting. Catching. Relaxing. Smiling. (deep sigh)

85 - PUMP

I love old farms. The discoveries. The memories that might be attached to the artifacts found on the grounds somewhere. An old pump, lost amidst the branches of an untrimmed tree. Arousing thoughts of ancient times. Days of cowboys and farmers wives....bringing in water from outside to cook and bathe. Days....of simpler times. Days when the out of doors was appreciated and enjoyed by the young. Days lacking of modern technology - tvs, gameboys, cell phones, ipods, computers. Days of more physical activity. Strange? That an old pump can arouse such thoughts and ponderings.

84 - CHUCK

I rounded the corner of the trail not sure where it was leading me since it was the first time we had actually been able to completely discover this new found natural area. Lexi somewhere ahead of me. I knew she couldn't be far because she normally will not go far ahead of me. She scouts out ahead of me and circles around, running, panting, laughing, excited to be able to explore a new trail with me...and then she normally circles back...looking at me like I should be walking faster in order to keep up with her. This time I found her searching through the brush on the side of the trail. Tail wagging...but cautious. Thoughts of racoon...or possibly even Mr. Smelly Cat crossed my mind....knowing it was a bit early for them to be out searching for dinner....cautiously realizing....unless they were rabid. A chance we take on these explorations of ours. As I neared where she searched, I saw something scamper up the tree. Thinking it was just a squirrel, I circled around to look for it, loving to chatter back at them to let them know all is okay...to find....Chuck. Just Mr. Chuck. Mr. Chuck...to my amazement. Mr. Chuck....as he froze on the tree in hopes that we wouldn't see him...allowing me to capture a profile picture of him. Ah...Mr. Chuck...thank you. You made my day.

83 - STEM

Stems. Frozen. Caught up in the process of the spring thaw. Warmth allowing the snow to melt from the roof. Dripping from the eaves. Capturing anything in it's way as it falls...to the...ground. It's fall broken by sleeping branch stems. The hour of dusk with temperatures dropping below freezing again....engulfing the hopeful stems in icycles. Crushing their hopeful thoughts of warmer, spring like days.