Just a reminder....

The Ant and the Grasshopper

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest.

"Why not come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of toiling and moiling in that way?"

"I am helping to lay up food for the winter," said the Ant, "and recommend you to do the same."

"Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper; "We have got plenty of food at present." But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil.

When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger - while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew: It is best to prepare for days of need.


I have loved this story every since I was a child. :)

On the look out.....

This little pretty is still trying to fend off any other hummingbirds from "her feeder". I stood out amongst them today and let them dart around me, o the noise they made! And I stood there smiling like an idiot, perfectly content. :) Ruby-throated Hummingbird (female).

Racism.....

Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason. ~ Abraham Joshua Heschel


This Painted Lady and Red Admiral have no problem sharing space. Too bad the rest of us can't look past the different colors of skin. After all, they're both butterflies...... and we're all human.

Mamma's Silver Lace

These flowers belong to a vine called a Silver Lace Vine. They're invasive and a weed actually, but they're so pretty they're a pleasure to grow and watch. Most flower nurseries sell them. My mom has them around 2 of her big windows. They're beautiful and have a sweet perfume type fragrance, very light. They can take over if they aren't properly managed, as they will choke out other vines. The flying insects love them, I could watch them all day!

Beauty.....

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

My Frank series.

This is a story about a male Mourning Dove named Frank. I first started seeing Frank around mid February 2010. I noticed there was an open wound to his head and it looked pretty bad. But this tough bird kept comming around so I kept feeding him and making sure he had access to water. Indiana winters are pretty cold so I kept his water thawed, filled the feeder tray up again come evening to help him have the energy to make it through the freezing nights.
The wound on his head looked like something Frankenstein would have so I started calling him Frankenbird. Slowly but surely Frank has healed. He isn't afraid of me , of course I can't hold him or touch him. But he will sit just out of reach so he's safe if I jump him lol. Sometimes he just sits on the ground and watches me, just hangs out. He's never very far away. Sometimes he even follows me around the yard. This has to be the sweeetest bird in the whole wide world! He doesn't have a mate which makes me very sad for him. I love Frank with all my heart, my Dear Sweet Frank.....

Mammas Brown Shuga


Sometimes I have a hard time remembering the reason why I have to get up every day. Then I look beside me and see this sweet little face, and I think, "Oh yeah, my furry baby needs me to". Sometimes an animal truly is your best friend. Thank you God for another day.