When I hear or see the word ‘gate’ I automatically think of the gate to my backyard where we lived in my old neighborhood. I loved my backyard, enclosed as it was by chain link in the suburban maze we lived in. As a child, it was my world, it contained my and my sister’s swing set, our bikes and the trees too spindly to climb but made for leafy adventures anyway. The gate to the backyard was chain link, too, and it didnt lock, it simply had a sideways-U latch to lift so you could go in, and lower to keep it from swinging back open. But, by golly, it was our back yard gate and we liked it.
I drive past the old house now and then, and I’ve noticed the chain link is rusty, but is STILL the same gate it was 20 years ago. The backyard trees are still there, that’s good. But the latest residents have filled the yard with crap. Uncared for deck and shed that I assume houses yard care tools. Too bad the residents do not use them. I cringe over the front yard trees being gone. They provided great shade for the house in the summer, AND there were two dogwood trees that are now gone. Who in their right minds cuts down DOGWOOD trees?! If they had a fungus, that’s different, but really!
Sometimes I wish I could win the lottery just so I can buy back the house and make it like it was back then. Maybe replace the chain link with a rust proof, updated version. I dunno. I just miss the place. I wish I could go open that gate and go back to that simple, blissfully ignorant time and ride my bike around my clean yard once again!
Sometimes a bunny needs time to himself to contemplate the mysteries of bunny life, the deliciousness of treats, and the love of his life, a Flemish Giant named Sweetie. ♥♥♥
I live about thirty miles from Sevierville, Tennessee, where the wildfires of late last year sent smoke to Knoxville and gave everything a hazy and unsettling ambiance (not to mention a smoky smell!) Of course this is nothing like what those in Sevierville and other places experienced, but for my little corner of the world this was a first.
Yams and marshmallows!!!! YAY! We have the turkey and the dressing and the almighty pumpkin pie, but my sisters yam and marshmallow dish is something I go nuts over!
One of the very first things that come to mind when I see or hear the word ‘tiny’ are the tiny lights on Christmas trees and decorations! I love those! They’re like tiny stars. Tiny lights that make a great impact. Put strings and strings of them together and you have quite a galaxy of them, lol!
Nothing gets my attention faster and better than two things: A.Bunnies, and B.Shiny things. Sparkly things. Glittery things. (Yeah, I love glitter, so what? Life is too short not to sparkle, dammit!) So shiny things get my attention. I see shiny things wherever I go. Even the local Red Lobster restaurant, where the glasses stored upside down over the bar was just so darn purty that I had to get a picture. I’m weird that way, but it would be a boring world without artistic weirdos.
Clouds? Did some prompt say clouds?! How could I refuse a prompt for CLOUDS? My head is constantly in them! I go out of my amateur way to take pictures of clouds with whatever picture taking device I have on me! I freakin’ love clouds. I’m scared of heights, but I would swallow that fear and go up in an airplane just to take pictures of clouds. Just do NOT expect me to jump out of the airplane. Just because I love clouds doesnt mean I want to physically drop through them. Here is a couple of pics from my cloud-lovin’ Samsung!
The first things I think of when I hear the word ‘pure’ are water, babies, and bunny love. The latter because I am a bunny mommy and I know how sweet, precious and yes, pure, a bunny’s love can be. My Boo Bunny doesnt care about what’s in the news or how crappy the world can be. All that matters is food, water, and bunny lovin’s. We have our ‘mother and bun-son’ snuggling sessions in the morning and at night, when all that matters is head pets and kisses. Bunnies dont slobber all over you like dogs do (no offense, dog-people). Bunny kisses are sweet, insistent, and a sign that your bunny loves you very much. There is so much innocence in my bunny’s eyes, so much curiosity and when he is getting his head pets, so much relaxation. He’s not ‘just a bunny’. He’s medicine for the heart and soul! ❤
Here is Boo Bunny, about to administer kisses to his mommy’s forehead!
Although I’m not overly fond of Knoxville, Tennessee itself, there are certain places here and there that are surprisingly lovely. Like this view of the landscape from a hill overlooking some of downtown Kville, including the Sunsphere on the left, and the view of the Smokey Mountains in the distance. On a clear sunny day, when the humidity is low, you can see them extremely well!
The prompt: Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?
For me, the first name that comes to mind is TOM HIDDLESTON. You know, Loki. Of Asgard. Thor’s hot little brother. Yeah. Because every word that comes out of his mouth is like sexy molasses. And I would love to hear him say “as I was cleaning up Boo Bunny’s poopy butt.” Nothing so sexy as hearing one of my favorite actors of all time relating how my day went cleaning up after my rabbit’s poo. Swoon!
If I had other choices it would be Michael Biehn and/or Sam Elliot. Elliot could kick your ass with his voice alone. Honorable mention goes to Ian McKellen. Who wouldnt want their blog voiced by the master of Magnetism? With the best voice of all, Alan Rickman, gone, there’s beginning to be a lack of sexy male voices!