Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Wordless Wednesday- Blogfest Memories

Monday, June 24, 2013

Monday Meditation

Supermoon at Haven Beach photo taken by my mom
“Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.” 

 "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being."

 That moon which the sky never saw 
even in dreams
has risen again” 

All quotes by Rumi

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Deltaville Farmer's Market

Photo by the Brat Child
Photo by the Brat Child- Can you guess what he was really taking a picture of?
Another Brat Child Photo

And another BC photo

I attended the Deltaville Farmer's Market while I was visiting Memorial Day Weekend.
I wasn't sure what they would have (other than your typical farmer food wares), but decided to check it out.
I was pleasantly surprised at what was there: 
candle votives, books, artwork, antiques, jewelry, 
grain fed beef, goat cheese, plants, 
honey products and of course 
fresh produce.
The Market is open the 4th Saturday of each month April-November from 9am-1pm.
Check it out!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


Dynamic Duo
Many years ago, there were two ornery children.  
(Very smart ornery children seen incognito above)
And in Deltaville there was a certain older adult we shall refer to as 
Mr. X.
Mr. X was a curmudgeon
and he regularly had differences of opinion with Pepop
and other members of our family. 
Think Hatfields and McCoys
but without the guns
and shooting people.
One summer, the above mentioned hooligans
devised a plan to prank Mr. X.
On Mr X's property there was a little corner fence marking his property line
and it had a large prominent sign with his name carved in it.

Fence as it appears today
So these pranksters decided to make a new sign and tape it over the existing one.
The blonde brat (the artist of the duo) carefully lettered the words
she even made them appear 3-D so they would stand out.
Under  OLD FART she added
While waiting for nightfall, 
the brats did several reconnaissance walks and made a map of The Point
noting who had dogs they left out at night, 
who had motion sensor lights and who had those dusk to dawn lights.
They determined the best possible path to Mr. X's yard that would prevent detection.
They also took the time to find a clear plastic bag to slide the sign into
so the morning dew or any possible rain showers wouldn't ruin it. 
And they got the duct tape.
That night around midnight, we, I mean the brats,
dressed all in dark clothing.
The two even used their Grandmother's new pantyhose to make masks.
While laughing at our pig faces in the pantyhose masks,
they woke up Miss P.
"What are you girls doing??!"
"Going for a walk."
"Then why are you wearing pantyhose on your heads?"
"To prevent mosquito bites." (Truly, these two had an answer for everything)
Realizing that Miss P wasn't buying the cover story, 
the brats explained the plan showing Miss P the map and the sign.
They were pretty sure that would be the end of a very clever plan.
Then Miss P said, "I better go with you so you don't get in trouble."
Off they went with Miss P serving as lookout.
The next morning, the two took several walks around The Point to admire their handiwork. 
Then Pepop called them over.
"Seems someone put a sign on Mr. X's fence."
"Really? Wow wonder who would do something like that?"
"Yeah, I wonder."
"We went for a walk and didn't see a sign"
"Well a couple of older ladies saw it and took it down, they believe 
some hoodlum teens from Gloucester did it.
So you might want to stop walking by the property in case someone gets the wrong idea 
and thinks the two of you had anything to do with it."

You really gotta watch those hoodlum teens from Gloucester.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Monday Meditation

“Everyone has been made for some particular work, 
and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.” -Rumi

Maybe it's time to begin writing again.

Thursday, June 13, 2013


The honeysuckle is in bloom in Deltaville.
I knows it's kind of an invasive vine that takes over everything
but it smells so good.
I remember as kids we would ride our bikes over by
Aunt Naomi's house where she had some overgrown woods
and we'd eat the nectar till someone broke out in hives from eating too much nectar 
our hearts' content.
Our bikes laying on the ground like metal fossils
and we kids croutched down sucking honeysuckles as if it was the only food
we had had in weeks.
Those were the days.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Remnants 2

While getting ready to kayak, 
Big E broke the ladder and fell into the water waded into the shallow water.  
He stumbled upon an odd object that turned out to be a piece of metal siding. 
 Another remnant of the tornado.

I had him pull it out
(because I wanted to photograph it for this blog we don't needs any kids or dogs getting cut on it).

As it often does, nature had already started taking over.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Has It Really Been 3?

 On this day back in 2010, my grandmother passed away.  

 There's something to be said for having someone in your life who has your back and agrees with you, 
even if you're wrong
And when you're wrong, that person justifies why you thought you were right.
And when you don't have that person anymore
it doesn't matter how many days or months or years it's been since they left.
The only thing you know is that they're gone.

Grandmother and her poodle Ernie Deltaville, VA

The Brat Child with his Great Mother. One of my favorite pics.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Washing Shells

This is what I've been doing.

Washing shells.
Memorial Day Weekend the family made a trip over to
to look for shark teeth and fossil shells.
There's a lot of art projects one can do with giant shells
and I have a few in mind.
So we loaded up the boat and took the shells home.
Because they've been laying in dirt and sea water for a few million years, 
they have a rather fishy odor.
Luckily a soak in some bleach water takes care of that.  
I'll be scrubbing them down (some have some green stringy sea grass on them)
and then coming up with various projects.
You know, 
in my spare time.