…”May the Peace Of The Mornin’ Be Upon You All”…

Fresh refill on my Mug-O-Joe, the aroma waftin’ my way, comfortable in my swivel chair on The Deck, legs propped up on my fluffy pillow & stool (my Bride got for me), Ceilin’ Fan remote in arms reach (& turned on Low). Fish are bustin’ the surface catchin’ breakfast. Pete our resident Blue Heron walkin’ the seawall scoutin’ for his meal. Yeah, this is the RIGHT way to start my day, right here in the front row. Nothin’ to listen to but the sounds of Nature The Lord has provide me on “this day of Pentecost”. It’s a beautiful sermon, if ya just listen & let it sink in. Oh, Pete has company on the seawall, a White Heron. The/My American Flag, down by the lake, is hangin’ flat as there is NO breeze on the water this mornin’. “God Bless The Red, White, & Blue”! The ever changin’ reflection’s on the water are somewhat hypnotizin’, they seem to allow the sounds of the mornin’ to be better absorbed in my soul. Four Blue Birds are restin’ on the Power-lines runnin’ to the house. A lone Red Bird/Cardinal restin’ in the Large Oak down in the yard. So colorful they are. So vibrant! May the Peace Of The Mornin’ Be Upon You All…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

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…”Life in each Pasture is just different”…

Today was my Haircut Day. It’s pretty much a given every 4 weeks I go see “Ole Hair-cuttin’  Mary” who has been cuttin’ my hair for the last 25 to 30 years. Needless to say we get along great & it’s always an adventure to get to converse & catch up with her as we share life’s adventures between cuttin’ dates. Got an early start to make a large circle & accomplish several tasks & be home back about lunch time. First off I got the oil changed in Ole Big Red. With now over 3000,260 miles on him I got to treat him right. next I hit my favorite Biscuit Eatery & grabbed a couple of Sausage & Egg biscuits for the road. I love travelin’ the back roads when I out & about. Ya just never know what ya might see! And today was NO LET DOWN! I was toolin’ along, choking down ole biscuit #2 & chasin’ it with the remains of my 3rd Mug-O-Joe. Out of my peripheral vision, in this small pasture I catch a Big Ole Healthy Bull, if you get my drift? There were also I think about five (5) Cows & one (1) very New Lookin’ Little Calf.

Now I don’t know what it was that told me to stop & watch the activity that was about to unfold, but I’m glad it did. Right place, right time, hell I don’t know? I was ahead of schedule for my upcomin’ shearin’ so I pulled over, in a shady spot, to finish my breakfast. Well things began to happen!

Now get yer minds out of the gutter! You’re sittin’ there thinkin’ that Ole Big Bull was goin’ to get amorous with one of his gals there ain’t cha? Nope! Far from it! This ain’t “Pasture Porno” folks! The Little Ole Calf decided it was meal time. So he was really on the heels of the Ole Mama Cow. He’d get that little ole head down in position to latch on to a Teet/Breast/Utter (you name it) & Ole Mama Cow wasn’t havin’ it. She’d would kick him in the head, as though to chase him off. Now, it wasn’t hard to tell who the Calf belong to as that Ole Cow was totin’ a FULL BAG! That Little Ole Calf would stumble around & make another attempt only to receive the same shun from Ole Mama Cow! About the third time the Calf tried here comes the Ole Big Bull & brushes the Calf aside. Now, I wasn’t raised around a farm or around cattle. But the next few moments were really entertain’ from my perspective. This is where I wonder if you “Awhburn Folk” have ever seen or encountered the followin’ down around your Ole Cow College? No, I don’t mean personally, well I hope not anyway…

That Ole Big Bull nudged that Cow & she stood perfectly still. He lowered his head, cocked it to one side, slide out {{{{{ THE LONGEST TONGUE }}}}} ya’ve ever seen on an animal. Hell, I was impressed! Now again, damn-it, get yer minds out of the gutter here. I’m not sure what yer thinkin’, but it ain’t that! OK! Almost in the blink of an eye that Ole Big Bull, with that tongue extended snatched aholt to a Teet/Breast/Utter & began to jerk away at it, as I was expectin’ that Little Ole Calf to do, had Mama let him. But she stood there rather stoic, as though she was enjoyin’ it! I don’t know how long it actually lasted, but that Big Ole Bull got his fill & lumbered off. Maybe he just needed to wash that ole grassy taste out of his mouth, I don’t know…Then Ole Mama Cow let that Little Ole Calf come in to nurse. I guess “Life in each Pasture is just different”. Folks, ya just can’t make these things up. I was now runnin’ late for my sheerin’ so I was off to “Ole Hair-cuttin’ Mary’s” as fast as I could without fear of gettin’ pulled over. I hate to be late for an appointment but today it was well worth the entertainment value…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”The Message was received”…

The Holy BibleIt was quite NIPPY this mornin’ (I just love that phrase) as we settled in our seats. My Bride sittin’ to my right side. The Moon shone Bright in our faces. Bark was flyin’ of off a couple of the massive Pine Trees in front of us. Was it a sign? Naw, it was just The Tree Rats scamperin’ through’em as they seemed to play their mornin’ game of Chase. The Sun was Risin’ on our backs, but with the temperature a brisk 45 (+/-) degrees it wasn’t too warmin’. But I had thought ahead (bein’ prepared) & brought me a good ole Hot Mug-O-Joe with me to take care of my need for warmth. Lucky, for us all, there wasn’t a breeze ah blowin’, comin’ off of the water, as we were there at the waters edge  in the back of a slough. The crowd continued trod in, as they scuffed across the gravel pathways & fill the Pews there at “Chapel In The Pines”. It wasn’t “Brother Love’s Travelin’ Salvation Show” but THE MESSAGE was already there. We were just waitin’ on the Presenter to properly deliver it, with His Emphasis, & in his particular fashion He Did! I could tell that folks were receivin’ The Message, cause there was lots of head noddin’ goin’ on & accompanied by the sporadic {{{ Amen’s ! }}}. No, they weren’t dozin’ off to sleep, cause it was too chilly for that! I found it kinda strange as I sat there, maybe it’s just me, but I found myself hearin’ & receivin’ The Message yet my mind wanderin’ back to my youth as I sat beside my Mother in our Church back in “The Ham” all the way through my life to the present time, yes, with my Bride sittin’ to my right. And then as quickly as it began it was over. Brief & yet on point, The Message was received, as it has/had been thru the years. {{{{{ He Is Risen ! }}}}}…Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”Rid the world of this BEAST”!…

As I sit here this mornin’, enjoyin’ my “Mug-O-Joe”, my mind goes to wanderin’. I had an {{{{{ EERIE CHLL ! }}}}} come across me me & felt that I needed to share that eerie feelin’ with you. Yes, Easter Week is upon us. The Merchants are all offerin’ you, the customers, too many options for which to take your hard earned monies! Cloths, Candies, Toys, & yes even Baby Easter Bunny’s that are FAKE! And YOU KNOW IT! Please! Don’t get caught up in the {{{{{ FRENZIES }}}}} of their barkers! Keep your focus where it should be. On THOSE that loose their focus the easiest! I realize that Children everywhere are gettin’ {{{ Excited ! }}} as this week will end with the arrival of “The Easter Bunny”! Be careful of whom you, as Parents & (Supposedly) Responsible Adults, allow you Children & Grandchildren to have their pictures made with &/or who they take Candy & Surprises from. {{{{{ PLEASE ! PLEASE ! PLEASE! BEWARE ! }}}}}. There are Imitators, Imposters, & Perverts showin’ up in the strangest places. One the most Dangerous of these Imposters has been suspected of bein’ “a Carrier of Diseases”. Yes, he is even suspected of “Kidnappin’ (& Possibly even Devouring) unattended children” in their Newest, Brightest, & Prettiest of Easter Clothin’, which really draws his attention! Be Alert! Be Vigilant! Be The Protectors of The Innocent Children! If YOU see this Most Dangerous of Imposters do Mankind & Children of the World a favor…“Rid the world of this BEAST”! For those of you who may have never seen him I have attached a photo for you…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>the-pubic-hare

…”Indian cigar tree”…

Us kids, back in my years of early youth, were somewhat like animals. What I mean by that is that we were always patrollin’ “our territory”. You know, lookin’ for new experiences. Sometimes we found somethin’  but most times we didn’t. I remember there was a yard down on 3rd Ave South that had several Catawba Trees growin’ in it. Now Catawba Trees were good, to us kids for two (2) things. #1) Catawba Worms which were a free & abundant Fish Bait if you could climb a tree to pick’em. They were always available durin’ early summer months. For me they were most effective with the heads pinched off, turned inside out with a match stick, & used on a long shank Bream hook. Bream, Bass & Cat Fish could all be caught with’em. Some of us also learned we could sell’em to local Bait Shops, across from East Lake Park for pocket money. #2) Later in the Summer months the Catawba Worms would play out by the Birds that fed on’em, spinnin’ their cocoons to transform into butterflies, & of course us catchin’em for our use. The Catwaba Trees had “long green bean pods” on them that would eventually start turnin’ brown as they were gettin’ ready to split open & distribute their seeds & then fall to the ground or scatter in the winds. We always heard’em called “Indian Cigars”! I don’t remember where that came from but we did… Well guess what? Some one always seemed to have a couple of matches with’em. Now, never really knowin’ for a fact I did some research on the “Indian Cigar” this very mornin’. Here is a quote I found in an article, about the “Catawba Tree”, by Taylor Wilson from April 28, 2005 that the Native Americans smoked the bean pods of the tree for questionable “medicinal” or hallucinogenic purposes. Therefore, the tree has also been called “smoking bean,” “Indian bean” and (yep!) “Indian cigar tree.” Damn, ya just never know what you’ll find when you’re out on the prowl as a kid. We never really knew what we had, but we either puked or we were feelin’ good!…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”You’ll be amazed”…

At some point in our lives we have all sat or laid under a tree, some where @ some time. Either to simply enjoy the privacy, share time with that special person beside us, take a nap, contemplate life, read a book, enjoy the shade, hear or feel the wind as it blew thru the branches, watch the birds restin’ or nestin’ in it, the color & shape of it’s leaves? I’m sure there are many more reasons, but you get the idea. Some sway with the breezes. Some stand strong thru the storms. Was it your favorite tree or just the closest one to where you were at the time? We’ve all been there. As children many of us used to climb them. Some were too scared to. Many climbed much higher than others. Some of us hung like monkeys. Some would freeze up & have to have someone come to their rescue just to get them down. Oh what we could see the higher we would climb! Some of us may have even fallen out of one or more. Have you ever wondered what that tree could tell you if it could talk? How old is it? What history has it seen? Does it feel happiness or pain? Was it a Weepin’ Willow? How many swings have hung from it’s limbs? How many nails have been driven into it? Did it ever have a Tree House built in it? Many produced a type of nut or a fruit. Is it still standin’ there today? Have you ever wondered about that part of the tree you don’t see? It’s roots! They reach wide & deep or just deep. Dependin’ on the type of tree it is. They insure it’s growth as they draw in water & nourishment from the ground it grows in. We’re a lot like trees. Don’t be afraid to let your mind wander. You’ll be amazed where it will take you…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>

…”she had her head screwed on right”…

Some of you may have already heard. Yep! My Bride got her 1st Deer this mornin’! I’m glad she had her License up to date & with her. The only issue was her choice of weapons. She used her 2014 Mazda CX5 to bring that Doe down. {{{{{ WHAM ! }}}}}…there went the right front corner of the car as it made contact with “Ole Dasher”! With her movin’ @ 70mph (+/-) & “Ole Dasher” intersecting from the right he didn’t stand much of a chance. I guess “Ole Dasher”, in his old age, was slow gettin’ out of the blocks in his attempt to get across I-20 West bound this mornin’. Them ole worn down hoofs, like an ole pair of cleats, just don’t give the traction they used to. As my Bride both felt & heard the sudden impact she damn near choked on her String Cheese. I’m just glad she didn’t require the Heimlich Maneuver, cause she would’ve been SOL! I guess her RN trainin’ kicked in as she just choked down that ole hunk of cheese, assessed her situation, maintained control of her weapon of choice/the vehicle as she slowed down, & got off at the next exit. With her a heart racin’ (I’m sure) she realized she was OK & started makin’ phone calls to me, The State Troopers, & her office. Yep, she had her head screwed on right & didn’t panic under pressure. I’m proud of her!…”Hold’em Hook”!…..BG>