Archive | April 2016

Dog Eat Dogwood World…

DSC_1839Well, the zone didn’t eat any, but I’m sure there is some dog out there that has tried them.  I’m guessing that is a bad idea.  The zone did seem to like the smell of them.  I didn’t get a good picture of her sniffing them, but she seemed fascinated enough.

There were these and some white dogwoods.  These were huge.  I don’t remember what type of dogwood they were, but they were bigger than the dogwoods that graced the front of the visitor center.  That is about it.  There wasn’t anything too special about them or these pictures.

I hope that you have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Mama Goose

DSC_1768Truth be told,  I didn’t even realize that she was there.  I wasn’t paying attention.  I was harassing another goose and the sun.  I was also trying to make sure that the zone didn’t catch the bee that she was chasing.

It is always fun when skittish strangers walk up and the zone chases after a bee in their direction.  I mean, you know, because they think that she is coming after them and not something else.  I guess that I cannot blame them.  You see a sixty-five pound dog coming towards you at a rapid speed, you don’t think that maybe she is chasing that bee that just zoomed by your head.  I try not laugh, it’s not always funny.  I just had to shake my head and say outloud, “No. You cannot have the bee”.  I’m sure that they didn’t believe me, but what can a girl do!?

The best part was as they stood there looking at the geese and all of a sudden, this madder than nothing goose bows up and starts hissing.  Yes, once again the skittish people thought that she was hissing at them, but no.  No, the zone had discovered that she was there.  Provided there was a wall between them, it didn’t stop either one.  I got a few dirty looks as the strangers walked away.  What could I do?  I just kept saying, “Stop ticking off the geese.”

The zone and geese.  It is always an adventure.  Sometimes it is a justifiable hate and sometimes they are just trying to be big and bad.  This day, she kind of had a justifiable reason.  I mean, again…there was a wall between her and the zone.  It isn’t like the zone could really get to her.  The goose on the other hand, definitely could have gotten zone’s nose if she had wanted too.  Just the same, she protecting her nest.

As irritating as the geese were in the apartments, I do have to give them credit where credit is due.  They definitely protect their own; especially, their babies.  Even if you are another geese.  If you are not part of the family, you are not allowed in.  It’s almost like the mafia.  Goose mafia?  Why not.

Hope you enjoy the pictures.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Tree Huggers….

DSC_1671They were everywhere.  Tree huggers. And now they are getting their kids involved?  I’m mean come on.  I get having a cause, but to really hug a tree?  I just don’t understand.    I KID.  I actually have a serious respect for tree huggers or nature itself.  I’ve actually hugged a tree or two, but don’t tell anyone.  I mean, you’ve got to watch out for those tree hugging types.  We are a different kind of breed.

These just made me laugh.  They are so cute.  There were three of these artistic pieces in the area.  They were so neat and well crafted (and dressed better than me).  I wish that I was that artistic.

These guys were in Bernheim Forest.  The zone and I took off Saturday and drove until I something struck a chord.  Nothing really did, but I had traveled a bit of distance and didn’t want the day to go to waste.  I’ve actually been to this forest before with friends during the fall.  It’s quite beautiful.  Unfortunately, the zone and I didn’t get a lot of time here.  Which is probably a good thing.  I picked up a few ticks while we were there.  The zone didn’t, but I did and I was bugged out for the rest of the night.  Very few things send my skin crawling faster than ticks.  I shudder just thinking about it.  Anyway.

These “tree huggers” were hiding up by the visitor center.  There were so many artistic pieces up there.  It was so beautiful.  I love art and I love nature and the way that these two were entwined was quite awesome.

To be a bit cheesy for a bit, I also especially love the below picture.  The mama and little one.  I know that they are not real, but I love what they symbolize. The passion for nature and teaching a child how important it is to protect what is left of it.  It is something so many have forgotten.  I went through and old state park that I frequented before I moved away from here.  So many of the trees had been cut down to create space for unnecessary pathways, but I digress.  I will not jump on that soapbox, but seriously.

Anyway, I’ve hugged a tree.  I won’t lie.  I’ll probably do it again just because.  And I most definitely will pass long the lesson to my children.

Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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The Old Man and the Coffee Shop

DSC_1177-2.jpgThis is not a coffee shop, no is this where  I met the old man.  I think that this is a bank or something.  I mean, I know the sign next to it indicates US Bank, but that one had a separate door.  So, I’m not sure.  I didn’t really pay much attention and we didn’t actually go in.  I took this photograph, well, because I just really liked the stones of the building and the color.  It was a little out of place as it was clear the other buildings were quite a bit newer.  This was clearly historic (at least as much as it could still be).

So, what does it have to do with an old man and a coffee shop?  Nothing. I just didn’t have another picture to go with the post.  I failed to take a picture of the actual coffee shop.  Didn’t think about, but I was thinking about the old man yesterday.

My friends and I had just walked several blocks in downtown Chicago and we were in dyer need of a restroom.  Now, for those that don’t know me…I’m almost always in boots.  I rare other shoes, but it is boots the majority of the time.  That Saturday was no different.

I probably should not have chosen the pair of boots that I did, but in all fairness…I hadn’t really realized how much we would end up walking and those hadn’t quite been broken in for hours on end of endless walking.  Anyway, I digress. Now, I know.  This is a random tangent, but stay with me.  It is important to my story.

We chose a Starbucks on the corner of the main road we were on.  While in there, we each took our turns.  As I was standing out at the table with on my friends, this old man said, “That’s the first pair of cowboy boots I’ve seen up here.  You’re not from around here are you.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I told him no.  As he rambled on about boots and not seeing a pair, I noticed his and asked him if he was from Texas.  I was not being judgy or stereotyping.  I mean, hello. I’m the last person on earth that has any right to do that. Not that anyone does, but again…I digress.

He just kind of had this Larry Hagman as JR Ewing vibe about him.  He was sitting there in cowboy boots, jeans, a nice shirt, and a suit jacket.  It was evident that old cowboy-business tycoon kind of gentleman.  I could see him sitting in Dallas in boots and hat while in a business meeting.  Listening to all these up and comers struggling to impress him as they hope to advance in the company.

We never got around to finding out what he did for a living, but we chatted for a quite a bit.   I discovered that he too hated Chicago.  He had been there for several weeks and it sounded like he’d be there a bit longer.  We chatted about Indiana and how some of best people he had the privilege of meeting had come from Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, and a couple of other places.  I guess I should take that as a compliment or something.  We just chatted about random things…the lack of cowboy boots in Chicago.  He just couldn’t seem to get over that.  I am a bit surprised myself, but I guess it was bound to happen eventually.

It was really just nice chatting with him.  It is one of my favorite things about traveling.  The meeting new people and hearing what they have to talk about.  I usually don’t care what it is, unless you are trying to save me from the rapture or sale me hope.  There was one of those too.  Unfortunately, I caught on before accepting his “Gift”.  It is just one of the things that makes life, I think.  Meeting people and hearing their thoughts on all the wanderings that are like that of “the lack of  boots in Chicago”.

Until the next time, I bid adieu.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Peaches in the air….

DSC_1564Okay, well not yet, but they are on their way.  This is my daddy’s peach tree in the backyard.  Strangely, I’m the only one whom has never actually had any of the peaches off it, but I hear good things about it.  The pre-peach blooms are pretty anyhow.

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