I WON!!!! (posted by Ann)

Quick, quick - go here, and look at the list of winners for the bookmobile contest, find Ann, and click on it - and you'll be back here!

I WON! a free copy of the Mason Dixon Knitting ladies' new book, which I will get when it is published. How cool is that!

Just think of the legions of fans of Mason Dixon Knitting who are going to wind up here to read about your wildflowers and bears, Lani, and witness my nagging you to post.

I just had to get this one in - stay tuned later this week when I will chronicle Pie Day. Everyone in attendance gained at least a pound, those who missed it showed up begging for leftovers, and we crowned a queen. Or at least a princess . . .

Fine, fine, fine ... (posted by Lani)

Here. My Yard. Wildflowers. *mutter*



Pushy little sisters, I tell ya.

Seriously though, we're fine. I've just gotten out of the habit of blogging, I suppose. It's full-on summer now and there are lots of flowers here, lots of chipmunks and squirrels and the fattest rabbit you've ever seen (how he doesn't become lunch for the fox is a source of constant amazement). Birds everywhere and more hummingbirds than you can imagine; I have feeders up everywhere and it's not unusual to have every feeding port at every feeder filled. The fox is a regular visitor -- well-fed chipmunks are, not surprisingly, a fox magnet. And yes, we've had the bear back. Make that the bearS, since it appears we have not only Big Bear but a pair of Teenage Bears. The big guy is no problem; the little ones, not so much so. They're far too unafraid of people for their own good. Our neighbors have been shooting them with rubber bullets every time they wander up too close -- nobody wants to kill them but they're coming up and looking into windows and such, and that's just not going to end well for people or for bears.

On Strike (posted by Ann)

I'm on strike until Lani posts again.

So there.

No, I really am on strike.

No, I don't think it's immature. Well, maybe a little.

But I'm younger than she is, so I'm allowed to be immature. It's expected.