By-the-way, don't bother trying to upload your email or message on blogger. This is the worse formatted mess of a blog post I've ever tried to do. It didn't help that I fell asleep, but now that I'm trying to write on my computer....it's horrible. Pictures fly away, grass posts end-up with sheep, sheep are with the grass, if it was alive grass. I could maybe think that there's some sort of reason that was happening. Did I ever mention that sheep should have been named "pigs" because they will eat themselves to death. Pigs are smarter than that. Sheep love grass, even bad Fescue.
I know I've never tried to upload a post with a mobile device, but the time has come that I need to start thinking of going to sleep. (I wrote sheep) quick change. I know my mind is on my huge sweet ram lamb. He's absolutely beautiful and sweet beyond my highest expectations. He loves me and if I can put Laney dog up in a pen somewhere "Handsome" and I are going for a walk. He's soft and really wants a hug. We talked by me hugging on him and I even gave him kisses on his soft cheeks. I know we'll be pals for a real long.....skaijkalakjdhvzkcapo (sleep-time..added this morning) Sheeh! I don't even have to count sheep, I just need to write half a paragraph and I'm GONE.
|Maa Maa! He LOVES me!|
Below the orange feather-looking things on his feet are just a pieces of twine stuck in the ground when we had our last huge rain storm. The clay made it cemented in the ground. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to pull that string out. I suppose scissors are the answer. I never thought I'd actually get a sheep to pose over the twine like he had orange feathers on his feet.
|The feathers on his feet!|
|"Handsome" Meeting His New Pals|
|Still Wants Out and Stands by The Gate|
This blog was supposed to be about how excited I was about "dead grass" and I AM EXCITED!
|Patchwork Grass, ugh|
|The "Leaning Tree" Does Need to Be Given Some Help (Left foreground)|
Firefighting BlessingsBefore I stop all this post now about the dead grass and my lovely sheep; something neat happened yesterday. I headed on down to my husband's fire station to pick-up all my granddaughter's information for camp and take it up to her camp director. My husband was at a call and that, in itself is becoming more and more common. I just wait. I thought maybe I could call him because he could be on an inspection and I could ask him if he had the paperwork, or how long should I wait, or if I should come back later...Well, I called and he answered the phone with not a "Hello" or "Wait" all I heard was blood-curdling screaming from a young woman. I was stunned.I heard the gentle words from the crew trying to calm her. I thought it was a car accident and she was hurt beyond my comprehension. I immediately hung-up and said a prayer. Oh, it hurt my insides, like when one of my grandchildren stub their toe. But this was far worse. Anyone that has compassion within them, has felt the pain and makes a person just grab at their sides and groan.
|Perfect Gift From Heaven|