Friday, May 24, 2013

Some Kind of Fruit Tree

Uno: I went outside at 9:00am and came in around 9:00pm. That is 12 whole hours outside actually working on the chicken pen, cutting the grass with scissors (yes I wanted to mow the lawn so bad I was using scissors. Not having a mower will do that to a person), watching twin baby girls (goats) be born, being a crazy person, and watching chicks be chicks.

Dos: I took this picture last weekend, all of the flowers are gone now and won't be back for like, a year. It depends on if Spring decides to be late again or not. I also have no idea what kind of fruit come from this tree. 



Tres: I love breaking sunglasses. I laid down on my all time favorites last weekend and started flipping out. I ended up missing them so much that I went back to the store where I got them and got an identical pair, for $2.50 more then I originally got them for. BOOO!

Quatro: I could go on and on about how happy I am that we are FINALLY building the chicken pen. I mean I have been waiting so long! I knew what I wanted to do but we never got supplies until last weekend. But yay for finally starting! Pictures coming sometime in the next 10 years!

Sinco: What were you like when you were 13? You may not be able to tell but I am seriously CRAZY, WEIRD and QUIRKY. Remember earlier in this post when I said  was cutting the lawn with scissors? That is just an example.





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8 comments:

Nancy Claeys said...

I think you are pulling our leg about cutting the lawn, Yolanda, but I'll let it slide... Lol.

Happy about your chicken pen -- enjoy.

Ech and Will said...

Those flowers are gorgeous! Sad they don't last long.

Nicki said...

scissors - now that is what I call motivated. 13, hum, I vaguely recall 13 - I started working for my aunt and uncle at their Dairy Queen, marched in band, hung out with my friends every chance I could, and was most likely silly, goofy, and spontaneous.

amanda | wildly simple said...

The 1869 makes me smile. :)

My friends who knew me then would tell you that at 13, I was pretty goofy, outgoing, and a little zany.

I would always do things to embarrass my best friend, Kate, like at Walmart & would put a pair of underwear on my head. I'm embarrassed now to think of it. :)
I was carefree, and loved coming up with silly nicknames. I played catcher at softball, and my BF was pitcher, I called her Betty Sue for some reason. Everyone thought from behind my catcher's mask I was calling her Big Sue. ;)

I loved art. I made a lot of it.
Life at 13 is a treasure - and it makes me happy to see you reveling in it, Yolanda!

amanda | wildly simple said...

PS: Growing up isn't so bad, either though. A lot of people think that life after highschool is all downhill. While I was carefree and wonky in jr. high, and those were fun and golden times, I did not love highschool at all. You couldn't pay me to go back. I say the best is yet to come!!!

A wondering star said...


How beautiful! I love this time of year when everything is blooming!

Mona's Picturesque said...

Sorry for visiting rather late! I’m so happy to be here to view your gorgeous flowers!
♥ thanks for joining Floral Love!

Millie said...

Hey! I've cut the lawn with scissors before, but that was when I was desperate to entice a sick goat to eat.

Beautiful blossoms. They look like plum.

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