Monday, November 28, 2011

Meet Gizmo

Gizmo (Angora rabbit) came to me about a month ago...

all matted, hungry and in desperate need of attention.

There is enough fur for another Gizmo

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Today's Thought

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Pipe Dreams...

It's a wonderful feeling to get excited about learning something new, or learning more about something you may already be familiar. For example, the idea of enrolling in a class at John C Campbell school in North Carolina was brought up in conversation when Melissa, Mary and Edie were recently at the Nestle Inn. 

The question, "if you had a choice of taking any class you wanted, would it be something you've always wanted to learn, or something at which you would like to better your skills?" was asked and mulled over. It really isn't an easy question. You might think that learning a new craft would be the best answer. But, then again what about becoming more knowledgeable in a craft you already know something about? Whatever the answer, learning is a wonderful thing.

My son sent me photos of some of the custom smoking pipes he creates. He does it as a hobby at this point in his life.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Minnie's Dry Goods

Minnie can be found in downtown Brimbleton in her dry goods store. She carries anything you may need for the household.

Minnie's Dry Goods

Minnie tending the shop

Fabric on the shelves

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Deer Hunting

I had the opportunity yesterday afternoon to start the deer season hunting from John's new elevated deer stand. It was a very nice day, not too warm or cold. I saw about a dozen deer (buck and does) between 4:30 and 5:30 pm. I didn't shoot any of them even though I had my sights on several. Being the first day, I wanted to observe rather than shoot the first thing I saw. Deer love to play when they think they are safe. Being so far up (30'+) in the deer stand it was easy to view from at least two different directions the various deer. The buck was a medium size four point by himself walking up the shooting lane. He sniffed the pumpkin I had put down, but wasn't too impressed. He was drawn instead to the apple cores I had thrown out the window.