An early spring walk in the yard

The Lilac bush

When we first moved into our home(26 years ago), we were told the lilac bush was around 25 or more years old. That makes it at least 50 or more years old. Lilac bushes are not even suppose to survive this far south as they thrive on cold winters and temperate summers. Every year, the lilac bush blooms and the smell is beyond description...........Liz and I have a ritual, during lilac bloom season, to smell the lilac blooms every day..........................nothing, in my opinion, smells better..............................

My peach tree

Around 20 years ago, I was relocating my compost pile when I discovered a baby peach tree sprouting from a discarded peach pit. 15 years later, the peach tree matured enough to bear fruit................but the fruit always died from fungus and disease before they were edible. Around 3 years ago, I researched how to take care of a peach tree, bought a sprayer and the fungus and disease control...........and learned what to do. After a sizable financial investment as well as time spraying and treating the tree, I finally had fruit almost ready to harvest.................and the deer ate all of them. So my peach tree is now a opening act to spring............  food for the bees and deer...........and a great photo opp.

Glass from the past

Whenever I turn my ground in my garden spot, I usually uncover fragments of glass and pottery from days gone by. Common everyday bottles of the 30's are collectible today because of their artistic shape and vibrant colors. I wonder what will be collectible in the far future that we commonly have today??!!  

A trip to the zoo

Key chain

Working in a hospital, I wash my hands(up to my wrists) frequently. A wrist watch is not practical so I have a clip watch. It has become my key chain.............The keys are for shelter and travel.............The whistle was a gift from my wife Liz........so I can feel safe..........The artsy camera jewelry is a gift from my sister-in-law Karen......to keep me focused(pun intended) on my own passion as well as the love of family............A day doesn't go by without my key chain. 

A walk down memory lane

For those old enough to remember segregation(as I am), here are two photographs of the Liberty Christmas parade in 1960. The band from the black school were stepping  high and looking good in their band uniforms......the band from the white school sat on the back of a truck. Integration was a benefit for all..........