Three Things

Thursday is upon us once again, and that means it's time to share three things.

1.  It's hotter than blue blazes here now, and more humid than the Amazon Jungle.  Yet no matter how hot it gets I still love this time of year.  I love the sun, the bright light, and the extreme heat warmth.  I love sweating, even. In fact, I'll take a hot, sweltering July summer day over a cold, dark January night any day of the year.

2.  Last night was like Thanksgiving in July here at the Chesapeake Bay Family compound.  My mother, whose garden overfloweth, fixed the most incredible dinner for us:  fried flounder, stewed tomatoes, squash, green beans, spoon bread, mashed potatoes, and salad.  Every single bite was a little taste of heaven.  My favorite was the stewed tomatoes.  I'm pretty sure I could eat vine ripened tomatoes until the cows come home.  (If we had cows, that is. And if they were lost, far, far away from home.)

3. To preserve peace in a staff meeting at work yesterday, I was forced to kill a jug hornet, which I didn't want to do.  Although I don't really care for insects, I have no particular desire to kill them unless absolutely necessary.  When one of my co-workers started freaking out over the fact that one was in our conference room, my boss (a man) glanced over at me and said, "Chesapeake Bay Woman is a country girl; she'll take care of it."  I assured them the jug hornet (or whatever it was) had no interest in harming us, however nobody believed me. So things escalated, and  I had to kill it.  When I told my mother this story last night she said that karma would ensure that I would come back as a jug hornet in my next life.

So, there's that to look forward to.

What's happening in your world?

A Tuesday Trio

The other day on the way home from Mobjack I got lost turned down a road I might have been on never once before in my life.

The sunlight was perfect, so I was stopping every few feet yards to take pictures. Thankfully, there's not a lot of human beings traffic down that way, so pulling over on the side of the road isn't such a big deal.

Here are three different shots of the same barn.

Which one do you prefer and why?

If you can't stand any of them have no preference or would just rather talk about something else, when was the last time you were inside a barn?

I like the first one because the telephone pole and the trumpet creepers provide a soft frame, and the main elements are in better proportion with one another. But I also like that picture of dogs sitting around playing poker, so pay no mind to me.

The last time I was in a barn was when I borrowed my parents' Cub Cadet, which they park in their barn. You have to dodge and deflect jug hornets to get in and out of there (all while trying to start the tractor), but if you're quick on your feet and used to dodging geese, for example, you have nothing to worry about except some residual psychological trauma and the occasional flashback.