Though I’ve got to say goodbye to the summer …
September 10, 2011 | Forest City,Iowa,Summer
… I’ll send my love to it every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss.
Sigh. No, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.
… I’ll send my love to it every day in a letter, sealed with a kiss.
Sigh. No, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.
We sat outside in the heat, enjoying ice cream. I watched this praying mantis leave a garden, cross two lanes of traffic, hop up on the sidewalk and continue past our table. The crowd parted, and it kept going. There must have been a big praying mantis party out behind the Dairy Queen. Either that or she’s a regular customer.
(I know. The pictures suck. I took them with my phone.)
I stopped in at St. Joe Boot Co. and got some fine boots.
The kids had a field trip to Heritage Park during summer school. Every time I go there, I see something new and different.
I love this pin, especially considering that they’d be serving lutefisk at the Heritage Festival the following weekend.
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Remember the nest of barn swallows we waited out so the baby birds could live? Well, the little boogers are at it again. They moved to the other corner by the front door. As if I wouldn’t notice.
My friend Tracy says barn swallows are good luck. John Switzer of The Columbus (Ohio) Dispatch agrees.
But they’re supposed to be good luck in a barn.
Hey, I can use all the good luck I can get. But, c’mon, birds. Go back to the barn.
I didn’t take a picture of the salad when I made it, but you can see it here: Strawberry Fields Salad on Southern Living. The only thing I didn’t use was a green tomato. But, oh my goodness, I can’t find the words to explain how delicious this salad is. I love summer!
We had barn swallows take up residence by our front door. We planned to take down the nest, but we were too late. It already had baby birds in it. So we waited them out. They all flew away last weekend, so we finally got to clean up our front step. Fly, baby birds! (And next time, try the barn.)
And then they were gone.
No more nest.
No more poop. Yay!
We had robin’s eggs all over the place two years ago. It’s been fairly quiet until lately. They’re at it again. Whee!