Monthly Archives: May 2013

Friday’s Fences – Roadside Peacock

Monday, as Motor Man and I were returning from Scottsville, he suddenly said: “Did you see that?”.  Of course, not having seen anything extraordinary, I asked  what he meant. And Motor Man replied: “That peacock, sitting up on that fence, looking at us.”.

This, of course, required a u-turn.

And this is what we saw.


We both decided that it wasn’t real, and proceeded on up the road a short distance. It just so happened that, after the u-turn, we spotted the barn that I featured on this week’s Barn Charm.

As we drove back by the peacock, we slowed down to have a better look.

jr peacock

Still thinking that this wasn’t a real peacock, we started driving away.

peacock 2

And then…..he moved.

peacock last

 I didn’t get a picture, but he hopped down off the fence and scurried across the yard.

And I had a Friday’s Fences post.

fridays fences

A Ferry Nice Day

(Oooh…sorry about that title…)

Remember the road trip I mentioned on Tuesday? Today, I’m sharing pictures from that trip.

A friend had told us some time ago about the Hatton Ferry, the last “poled” ferry in the country, located in Scottsville, Virginia .

Since Monday was a holiday, Motor Man didn’t go to his shop, and we set off that morning for Scottsville. It’s about a 3 hour drive from home.  En route, I went online on my cell phone and found a restaurant “Tavern On The James”, which sounded like a good place for lunch.


The interior was beautiful, our server, Christa, was wonderful, and the food was great.

tavern interior

Christa took us on a quick tour of the restaurant, seated us and then pointed out the window to “Sargeant”, the Scottsville Police Department cat. (He’s standing by the police car.)

db in tavern

So, of course, after lunch…..(you knew this was coming, didn’t you?).

db and sarg

We found this interesting little landmark showing the flood levels of the James River, prior to the levee being built in 1989.  The highest mark (just below the second story window) is from Hurricane Agnes in 1972.

agnes water level

We drove five miles out of town to the Hatton Ferry. This isn’t a great picture – it was taken through the windshield – but it gives you a good idea about the ferry.

driving on the ferry

The two-man crew was very friendly and offered to take a picture of us during the ferry ride.

on the ferry

The crew, “working the poles”:

working the poles

And this was taken as we were driving off on the other side. The James River is 512 feet wide at that point. (It’s about 4-and-a half miles across in our area.)

driving off

Just another reminder of my motto regarding Motor Man: “Life with you is like a road trip; we may not always know where we’re going, but it’s a sweet ride”.

A clue about tomorrow’s Friday’s Fences post: “Is that real?”.

Wordless Wednesday – It’s What’s Bloomin’

Mexican petunia, sweet potato vine and “Peter’s Gold Carpet”.

mexican petunia

“Heirloom” petunia

heirloom petunia basket





Linking up to Wordless Wednesday.


Memorial Day Barn Charm

Yesterday, Motor Man and I took a little day trip. I’ll be sharing more about that in the days to come. But, of course, we were on the look-out for barns along the way.

We spotted this one from the main highway, so Motor Man turned around and drove down the side road, hoping we could get a good picture. (Believe it or not, I didn’t notice the flag until I uploaded the pictures to the computer. Appropriate for Memorial Day!)

barns and flag

This was such a pretty setting; definitely worth the u-turn.

barn and fence1

Two men were working in the field in the foreground.

barn and hay bales

I waved as we drove off; they had no idea they were smack dab in the middle of a Barn Charm post.

barn and baling hay

Linking up to Barn Charm.

Saving The Stars

On this Memorial Day, I’m sharing a story I saw on AOL Top News yesterday.

In 2010, Susan Wells, a New York woman, started a program called Stars For Our Troops. Stars from tattered and torn American flags are washed and pressed. The stars are then given to members of the military and veterans along with this note:

I  am part of our American flag that has flown over a home in the  U.S.A. I can no longer fly. The sun and winds have caused me to  become tattered and torn. Please carry me as a reminder that you  are not forgotten.”

There’s some controversy as to whether or not it’s appropriate to cut the flag, but Susan’s program has gained support, and there are several “branches” of the program throughout the country.

I like this idea. Although I know that burning a torn flag is the proper way to dispose of it, I think it’s nice that part of the flag is being repurposed as a small token of thanks to the members of our military.  As my American flags must be “retired”, I plan to send them off to be used in this way.

Here’s the link to the web-site:


Marshall’s flag in the sunset photo

The American flag, Old Glory, standing tall and flying free over American  soil for 228 years is the symbol of our beloved country. It is recognized from near and afar, and many lives have been lost defending it.     ~ Jeff Miller

Every Life Should Have 9 Cats

Today’s post is inspired by this flag that I bought recently at the shop owned by Marshall and his dad. (Marshall recommended it; he knew I’d like it.)

9 cats one

So I began thinking of some of the cats that have owned me through the years. Believe me, there have been many more than nine.

One of the first cats I remember was Muffin (Muff, for short). Muff was a soft, long-haired muted brown cat. I remember her being very sweet and gentle.  And Mom seemed to like her more than some of my other cats. Sadly, Muff was lying in a pile of leaves in our driveway one day when we came home, and my Mom didn’t see her.  Mom and I were both heartbroken.

Another cat from my childhood was a short-haired white cat, named Lace. One day, probably because I pleaded and begged, Mom agreed that we could take Lace on a car ride with us to my sister’s house, about 20 miles away. Lace didn’t care much for the ride.  She. Was. Distraught. She meowed and paced all over the car, including on top of my Mom’s head – while she was driving. I’m pretty sure that was Lace’s only car trip.

Before Marshall was born, his dad and I had two cats: a gray and white one, named Hot Dog (after Dennis the Menace’s cat), and a black cat named Mr. Poovie. Remember the old Gomer Pyle show? Gomer’s girlfriend was Lou Anne Poovie. One day, we were watching that show, and Gomer was calling after Lou Anne’s dad: “Mr. Poovie! Mr. Poovie!”.  And, sometimes, that’s how you select a cat’s name.

Also before Marshall was born, his dad and I had been to see the movie, Smokey And The Bandit when it was showing in theaters. When we came home, there was a little gray tabby kittten on our front porch. Of course, we named him Bandit, and he was with us for about seven years, including Marshall’s early childhood. (Click to enlarge)

Later, Miss Piggy, who belonged to a neighbor, decided she’d rather live with us. (No, we did NOT name her.) Soon, she presented us with two kittens, Callie and Stormy.

miss piggy

Of course, you know about my late kitty, Beezy, my feline soul mate.

db and beezy 5-5-2007 6-20-18 PM

And, our current kitty, this little scamp.

sundae curled

So, you see, I’m more than qualified to have that 9 cats garden flag.

Will Entertain For Food

Although I’ve kept bird baths in our yard for years, I’ve never really gotten into the habit of feeding the birds. But, recently, I decided to change that.

So I’ve been keeping trying to keep this bird feeder filled. And, as anyone who feeds the birds knows, you also feed the squirrels.



Last week, this one kept me entertained for quite awhile.


Hopefully the nutrients in that seed will help fill out that scrawny little tail of his.


After his meal, he had a quick drink.

squirrel in bird bath

And then “got the heck outta Dodge”….

squirrel running

But he won’t be gone long; it’s impossible to resist those all-you-can-eat buffets. Especially when they’re free.