Flower loveliness

Dusk in my yard this evening

Restoring Honor rally a huge success

I love America! Go Glenn Beck! Here is an aerial view, no matter how the liberals try to downplay the significance of yet another grassroots rally/statement, here is proof:

In a demonstration of the overwhelming support of mainstream America for conservative principles, Glenn Beck's 'Restoring Honor' rally at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C. is drawing 'hundreds of thousands,' according to McClatchy Newspapers.

At points, Politico wrote, it felt like a mixture of old-fashioned tent revival and a special (tamer than normal) episode of Beck’s show. Thank you Americans, for the prayers. We surely need them now and will need them more in the future!

Egg recall: journalists can't resist yolky headlines

The egg recall is no laughing matter. The recall is up to half a billion eggs in 22 states. That's 'b' as in BILLION. I am particularly aggravated because I gave up meat and practically do not eat anything except eggs.

However, as a former journalist, I enjoy seeing the headline writers take liberties with puns. Here's some:

--US scrambles to recall 500 million eggs - ABC News

--It's a case calling for some hard-boiled detectives RT

--Bart goes after bad eggs

--DeLauro and Waxman, Leaving No Shell Unturned, Ask for Egg Recall Info

Ok, enough with the fun, guys!

As for the egg recall, it is very serious. More information here

Egg In A Basket for dinner

Ever since I saw Olympia Dukakis making this egg dish in the movie Moonstruck, I have been intrigued. It looked good. It looked kind of exotic. It looked easy. Bingo, we have a triple hit! So I was chatting with a person I know on Twitter about how to make it and it really is as easy as it looks. You cut a hole in a piece of bread, butter it on both sides, and toast it on a griddle or flat pan. When it is toasted and sturdy, you crack an egg into the hole. Cook the egg over medium. If you use a thicker piece of bread and a smaller egg the white will not run out under the toast. Toast the bread you cut our from the hole and use that to sop up some yolk. Put on plate, eat, slurp, enjoy!

Working the polls

I mentioned that I worked the polls in the primary races this July. The district in which I worked, only 4 miles from my place, has a whopping 199 registered voters in it. We rent the old fellowship hall of an even older church as the polling place. New Hope Presbyterian Church, established in 1788, is Georgia's third oldest church and the area around it is still likely as rural (almost) as the day it was established in 1788. I arrived at the polling station at 6 am to crowing roosters and dewy mist.

And because it was a fellowship hall, the picture of Jesus dominates the view, even over the polling station :)

Another friend's backyard!

I had a nice visit with a friend yesterday. We ate lunch, a grilled cheese with potato salad and juice and tea. It was a hot day but the inside was cool, and we chatted and laughed. I got there just a few minutes before she arrived and contented myself with taking a few photos of the backyard while I waited.

There's a Corvette Stingray under the shelter out back. The license plate motto says "I'd rather be flying." LOL!

The odometer's measuring how fast the weeds are growing. Speedy weeds!

Former glory

Shadows and light

Shiny drums

Lucky door

Junkin' and flea markets

If you are a fan of good junk, then check out a new magazine, "Flea Market Style". The magazine's hard copy debut was made in Spring 2010 and the next issue will be out February 2010.

For web loveliness, check out Margo's Junkin' Journal, Margo's a contributing editor to the new magazine Flea Market Style and shares her latest finds, projects, and ideas for those among us who indulge in thriftiness.

A close encounter with bugs

I thought it would be a good idea to check the scuppernong vine because I wanted a photo of hanging grapes. I pushed my way in and among the thick foliage, reaching in and looking up and down for fruit. I heard a tiny 'cheep' and looked for the bird. No fruit, no bird. Oh well. So I went back inside and found about 5 min later I was covered with BUGS! Little tiny bugs! So much for photo safari. After my close encounter with foliage and insects today, from which I am well recovered, thank you, I am now convinced this is the only way to enjoy the outdoors:

However, while outside, I took a moment to snap a photo of one of my favorite birdhouses near the scuppernong vine

Outside there is undoubtedly beauty and charm. But inside my apartment there's also major cuteness:

Bert's new favorite place: the back of the couch. Home sweet home.

An angry bird!

A few days ago whenever I went outside, anywhere outside, an angry bird would follow me and swoop, chatter, yowl, and hop from fence point to fence point. He'd ruffle his feathers, fly from tree to tree, and generally wake the dead.

This is one of his quieter moments

He was hoppin' mad here

As you can see. He is yelling up a storm

Look at his claws! Neither are even touching the fence!

Up and down that fence he went, yelling the whole time.

My crime? Hanging laundry.

Photo lushness, garden goodness

Monday I visited a friend in the more rural part of the county to help her pick her garden produce. What a garden! It was beautiful as were the rolling hills surrounding it and the treeline filled with songbirds. At 7:30 am they were lively, the heat of the day not having set in nor the dew having been dried by relentless summer Georgia sun. Here are a few pictures of my drive to there, and the garden itself.

A quiet, windy country road over red clay in the early morning.

Sunrays peeking out from the clouds as I turned the curve out from under the trees.

Reminded me of the Downeast blueberry barrens on the way to Lubec, Maine

Her garden. Nice, isn't it?!

Her granddaughter in the sunflower row.

Aren't sunflowers gorgeous??

Finally tired of cavorting with the kids, the dog just sits and guards the garden.

Somehow the cat makes a more threatening guard, lol.

See the bees working the sunflower?

And that was one fine summer day. I came home with tomatoes, cukes, purple hull peas, beans, blackberries, and blueberries. Thank you for sharing!