THERE'S A CHIPPACABRA ON MY PORCH

ODE TO HUNTER'S WIVES--BASED ON A TRUE STORY:

Where, oh where, has my Mountain Man gone?

Oh where, oh where can he be?

He left me in Arkansas to go hunting,

Sometimes it sure sucks to be me.

Where is my Mr.?

Oh where did he go?

I can't seem to find him

All dressed in his camo.

He left me unprotected,

He took the 44.

Knowing there's a Chippacabra on the porch,

And a Sasquatch outside the back door!

Where, oh where has my Mtn. Man gone?

Oh where, oh where, can he be?

There's no cell service in the mountains...

Or at least that's what he tells me!

Where are you Lover? I guess no news is good news...

POINT OF THE STORY: What happens at elk camp, stays at elk camp.

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

Those who sow abundantly will reap abundantly. Those who go on summer vacation for 2 months & leave their gardens unattended will reap SPARINGLY. True story.

When we got back from Montana in August, I was terrified to see utter destruction. Seeds and plantlings which were so lovingly cared for back in the Spring were now hidden under foot tall weeds. The promise of a fall harvest looked grim.

Recently while tilling under the death & destruction, much to my surprise, I found mysterious little vines tucked into the grape and raspberry bushes. Here is a picture of my first harvest ever of decorative gourds.

Aren't they just the cutest little things you've ever seen? Each one is unique & no two are exactly alike. Isn't that just like God to create something so simple that brings such joy to some silly little gal like me?!

POINT OF THE STORY: I'm pretty sure that I'm GOD'S FAVORITE.