1. Publish and market my book.
2. Take back my basement—empty out boxes of old collectibles and sell on Ebay.
3. Design and create glass garden totems. (More on these later.)
Now that the pace has slowed and I'm spending more time at home, I've discovered other fun activities, like amateur photography. You've already seen pictures of one of my favorite subjects, our cattle. Recently, I encountered other inhabitants of our farm. Unlike our cattle, these critters roam freely and pop up at unexpected times. At least, we hope the cattle do not roam freely and pop up at unexpected times! Although, if you've read my book, you know this happens, thankfully not often.
On our evening walks, we frequently see deer. In fact, not long after we moved to our present farm, I was almost the victim of a hit-and-run deer that leaped out of the timber, across my path, over the nearby barbed wire fence and into the neighbor's timber.
We also see wild turkeys, although not as frequently as we see deer. We usually see them from a distance and they disappear into the timber once they sense our approach. Unless they have already bedded down for the night in trees and I walk underneath their bedrooms, startling them awake. Then they make a thunderous racket with their wings as they all take flight. This cardiac arrest-inducing encounter was the subject of the chapter, "In the Timber Primeval," in my book.
One of my recent encounters was this little tree frog. I found it one morning as I was watering my bedraggled, heat-stressed petunias. It was catching some rays on one my yard art pink flamingos. Not sure what the brown spot is. Frog poop, maybe? When I posted it on my Facebook profile, my sister commented, "Looks hungover. Must have been out partying with the flamingos late last night." She's probably right!
A party animal tree frog? Our farm must be "party central" once the humans go to bed!