My work hat, from Allied Federated Cooperatives, the company to which we used to sell milk. Back in those days things were sweet. Plus pocket stuff...Swiss army knife and shepherd's whistle. Books....the best of things. Liz 'n' Jack. Bayberry
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Love the photos - they tell a short story about you....it's great how that works :)
ReplyDeleteI wish those "sweet" days would come back for the American Farmers but I'm not going to hold my breath :(
Enjoy your sunday -
Well done, either Jack is really short or Liz is really tall..:-)
ReplyDeleteYou have big, scary stacks of books too!! I love it!
ReplyDeleteWhat is Jack for?
ReplyDeleteDo you use the whistle. I used to but got tired of always having to remember to put it in my pocket or around my neck on a string.
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Nice collection. Love the Liz walking photo. Nice light.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet the pic of Liz is.
ReplyDeleteWhat a life! I love the shot of the books and Liz and Jack.
ReplyDeleteNice day...memories and current loves!
ReplyDeleteKK
Your shots were great! Love the one with Liz!
ReplyDeleteI have never seen a Shepherds Whistle..could you tell us more someday? Love the shot of your books and your walk:)
ReplyDeleteGreat shots. Like the third shot best. The last one is a happy shot too. Regular Guy
ReplyDeleteThe second picture had me zooming in as fast as I could to see just what that was! The books looked like a room beyond the dark cabinet, and it took me a couple of seconds to figure out what I was looking at.
ReplyDeleteVery neat picture.
Your third photo is very precious! The lighting is perfect.
ReplyDeleteDeb, thanks, this was kind of a fun project. It was hard to pick only four from the bunch I took. lol
ReplyDeleteEd, thanks,Jack is just a little guy. Liz is 5'5"
Dani, teetering all over the house. lol, thanks
JB, Jack is a walking, whinnying, hay burning decoration. He is just so there is a horse around. When my first horse died at well over thirty years of age I bought him to fill the empty place.
I do use the whistle all the time for all kinds of tasks from calling dogs to calling cows to hollering for help from folks that can't otherwise hear me.
FC, thanks, it was an otherwise gloomy day and I was having a hard time getting even acceptable photos, let alone decent ones, and I happened to glance up on my way in for breakfast and there it was.
Colleen, thanks, my favorite too
Beth, thank you
allhorsestuff, thank, you are right
Lisa, thank you, hope you are feeling better today!
FarSide, thanks, the whistle is the best thing ever! I bought one when I first got border collies...took a while to learn to use it, but it gave me an ability I had envied all my life. I can now whistle loud as all those folks who can let out a shrill scream between their teeth, something I could never do. folks who have highly trained dogs can direct them in delicate herding operations from an incredible difference. I never got much past whistling come bye and away to me, and mostly just call the dogs with mine, but I sure hate to be without it. If you want one you can buy them for a couple of bucks from a lot of herding places
Tom, thanks, that is my favorite too and the last one, of old Bayberry catches her personality. She is a nosy, bossy old girl
June, taken from right here at the desk, one of those lucky moments that just happen. There is a big pile of books on the chair next to the bookcase, next to my desk and a mirror on the other side of the room behind the mantel. Add some sunlight reflecting and and there it was..
gtyup, thanks, I am not fond of box elder trees but this time of year the left over samaras make perfect sun catchers. lol
A great day! I need to get another whistle mine is chewed up...I do that when I get nervous;)
ReplyDeleteA good look into your day. I need to get a whistle and learn to use it on my girls. The last photo brings memories of the dairy barn I hung around as a kid, and the sweet aroma of cows.
ReplyDeleteLinda, yeah, the handle tab is broken off all of mine, but they still work. I used to use it to call the kids when we lived down in town. Embarrassing, but the playground was right across the street and they sure couldn't complain that they didn't hear me. lol
ReplyDeleteShirley, thanks, I wouldn't be without one.