Sioux River Sasquatch ...

From Space Sky Watch Friday ...

MY Space, that is ...
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The Giving Tree ...

Thanks for checking out my Blog. I'm honored to host this week's Sky Watch Friday.

I watch the Sky. That's my job. And I share this very important position with people around the entire world. How cool is that ? http://www.skyley.blogspot.com

The Leaf Whisperer ...

Walking the trail from Riverside Park to the Zoo.
Enlarge this ... and feel free to jump right in.

Under The Yum Yum Tree ...

Brotherly Love ...

The wheel used to belong to my Uncle Lee Goodman. The truck used to belong to my Uncle Ellis Goodman. I have them both because neither of them are Here ... not really. But we were all together yesterday.
I love it when that happens.

Sky Watch White Bird ...

is out of her Cage.

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Once Upon My Life ...

We used to own this tree, along with it's Twin. We paid taxes on them. We took care of them. It was money well spent. Now they belong to another Family. I hope they appreciate them like we did ... back when they were the first thing you saw when you opened the Front Door.

Husband In Tree ...

Up On The Roof ...

it's peaceful as can be ...
it's where the clouds
put on a show
for free.

Sky Watch Friday Rationalization ...

Every other Friday morning, in rain, sleet, hail, or snow, I drive 44 miles to Brookings, SD for my 8:30 appointment at Cali Nails.

That may sound crazy ... but do I really need to defend myself when I can come back with a Sunrise photo like this ?

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Love Is Blue ...

Moving potted plants from West U Houston to The Prairie involved a U Haul ... their very own. All 95 of them. Shelving was installed along each side of the truck to secure the smaller ones. The large taller ones were lined up in several rows down the middle. I gave away 10, and maintain partial ownership with my Girlfriend, Marilyn Green, of an ancient huge Staghorn Fern.

These days it's the Blue Butterfly that takes my breath away. Blooming on the Sun Porch, it's blossoms are delicate and erotic ... like me. Well, maybe the delicate part not so much.

Disco Dog ...

I planned this.
Not.
Ruby Thursday.

Still A Farm Wife ... Always A Girl ...

It's always beautiful here ... except when it's not.

But I do love, and deeply appreciate, the refreshing spin that those first few inches of snow put on things.

It gets old along the way ... like when there is 18 feet of it on the north side of your property, but it's still beautiful.

And today has an energy that yesterday did not. I get to break out my Scarf and Glove Colletion. Love from The Prairie. xoxo.

Have Your Trees ...

call my trees.

A Girl Like You Sky Watch ...

and i don't know what it's all about ...
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Dakota Sioux Winter ...

It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.

Since he was a modern chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, 'Is the coming winter going to be cold?'

‘It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold,' the meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. 'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?'

‘Yes,’ the man at National Weather Service again replied, ‘it’s going to be a very cold winter.'

The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.

Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. 'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?'

‘Absolutely,’ the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen.'

‘How can you be so sure?' the chief asked.

The weatherman replied, 'Because the Indians are collecting firewood like crazy.'

Photo From http://www.firstpeople.us/ Story from Roxy : )

Season Ticket Sky Watch ...

The Sky is a moving picture here on The Prairie. I am forever on Cloud and Color Alert, ready to bolt. And one beautiful photo Season just leads to yet another, always worthy of my attention and devotion. I'm a Fan.

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