THE SKOOG FARM JOURNAL: SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE

Sunday, January 23, 2011

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - THE COLOR GREEN

Sidney with green....

Fig tree in green....

Seaweed.....

Green teeth......

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14 comments:

Ed said...: Great shots and I love the song to go with it..:-)))); January 23, 2011 at 12:06 PM
Anonymous said...: Your fern is just beautiful. Great selection of greens. :); January 23, 2011 at 12:06 PM
Michelle said...: I also like that fern. Mine are not quite that green right now!; January 23, 2011 at 12:49 PM
Sally said...: Sidney in Green...Could be a notecard?; January 23, 2011 at 1:30 PM
Jo said...: Lori, they're all beautiful, but the first one is perfect! Hope you're feeling better... (((hugs))) Jo; January 23, 2011 at 2:41 PM
Janice said...: Well done, your plants sure look healthy.Sing on Kermit....he sounds so sad.; January 23, 2011 at 2:57 PM
Sherri said...: Love these shots. Good job!; January 23, 2011 at 3:24 PM
flowerweaver said...: Love your new header! I like the green teeth artwork!; January 23, 2011 at 3:28 PM
forgetmenot said...: Love the cat sitting under the fern and the seaweed. I'd say you had a very "productive" Sunday. :) Mickie; January 23, 2011 at 3:53 PM
Regular Guy said...: Nice job.; January 23, 2011 at 3:59 PM
Sharon Creech said...: Love the variety.; January 23, 2011 at 8:49 PM
Far Side of Fifty said...: Beautiful fern! The cats shows it off so well! :); January 23, 2011 at 10:14 PM
aurora said...: Nice shot of the fern, wow it's huge!!; January 23, 2011 at 11:27 PM
thecrazysheeplady said...: Green teeth :-D; January 24, 2011 at 12:01 PM

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

Where to Bury a Horse

If you bury him in this spot,
the secret of which you must already have,
he will come to you when you call;
come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,
they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,
For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall,
who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.
People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know something
that is hidden from them
and which is well worth the knowing
The one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Poem for Masterpiece

Masterpiece of '79

He was a dark bay Masterpiece.

Deep chocolate brown

With small coal tipped ears

And three snowy white socks.

An eraser smudge of white

Above his eye

And a star connected to a blaze

Starting narrow and funneling wide

To wrap his lips

in a kiss.

He lived with dignity and joy;

A Masterpiece blend

of longevity

And temperament.

Appaloosa for soundness,

Thoroughbred for heart, and

Quarter Horse for sensible intelligence.

Although he is gone

His Masterpiece remains

In the memory of Jen

Who found and rode him;

And of Lori

Who soaked his beet pulp

And his sore feet,

Who loved him and,

When it was time,

Let him go.

Poem by Annette from Aspen Meadows.
Thank you.....

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

SUNDAY STILLS CHALLENGE - THE COLOR GREEN

14 comments: