Neighbor's junk...becomes my junque...

...the tree fell down..
...and smashed some things...

...some not so bad...

...pieces of the gazebo...

just keep watching to see where they all end up...and to think she was going to throw perfectly good junque away...geez...

I'm closer to God when I'm in my garden.

...a quiet place to sit...
...blooms to bring the bees...

...it's not so humid out tonight, but we still got one more day of 90's and then it's supposed to cool down some...mower man came today and the yard is tame again...Steve and Craig are doing a store run for supper...wonder what he picks out for his birthday meal...have a good night...

It's the day we've all been waiting for...

horn blowers, unite!
just add another 50 candles on that cake and we have one of two things:
1) the correct age of the birthday boy...
2) a call into the fire department...
Happy Birthday, Steve!
Love you bunches!

Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.