Coop's Corner: After A Busy Week.....

Sunday, September 29, 2013

After A Busy Week.....

it was high time for a ride.

This week.....

I found, purchased and brought home a plow truck
Moved dad's sister out of her apartment into Assisted Living, her furnishings now here with us
Have been dealing with and coming to grips with dad's sister's financial and legal issues
Friend Dave (and Justin) got an 8 point buck Friday evening.....with the sidecar, both OK
Worked too many hours

My winding down started yesterday morning, outside with the coffee, our barn lap cat and some incredible hues in the sky. Naturally today's mission was to go for a ride. The weather couldn't have been more perfect; cloudless skies and warm mid-day temperatures.

The boys can't help themselves.....

Recent showers have really helped to green things up again.....I've had to start mowing the lawn once more.

This abandoned farm site, the silo has an honest-to-goodness tree growing out of its top, something I've never, ever seen before.

So far, just some isolated pockets of color.

14 comments:

Martha September 29, 2013 at 7:26 PM
You look about the same over there as we do. I can hardly believe that I don't get to ride out like that anymore. The countryside is getting to be a stranger to me.
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AnonymousSeptember 29, 2013 at 7:51 PM
nice photos...yer do'n well Mr. Cooper... :)
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VStar LadySeptember 29, 2013 at 11:23 PM
Good thinking ahead on the plow truck (hope you don't need it so much.) ...
Welcome to the I store my relatives furniture club...
The same boys must live on my road 'cause I've seen just about the same amount of rubber left behind (on the strip) ...
Here the trees grow out of abandoned pick ups (I had a couple in my back yard)...
And it looks like fall is dawning spectacular - it's all good when you get to ride on a glorious day!
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SonjaMSeptember 30, 2013 at 3:24 AM
After such a week you definitely deserved a serene weekend. And there is nothing better than being able to venture out and enjoy the gifts of nature.
Obviously there is a hidden benefit in living an apartment life, nobody will ever ask us to store furniture ;-)
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Thomas KeeneSeptember 30, 2013 at 6:05 AM
Coop,

Magnificent photos, again and as always

Tom
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TrobairitzSeptember 30, 2013 at 7:56 AM
You have been busy. Helps keep you young. Great pictures showing us fall is on the way.

We had 1.25 inches of rain yesterday. Brad had to work overtime so I hid in the house and did chores.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwaySeptember 30, 2013 at 12:15 PM
Young?? Is that what they're calling this now?? :)

We could sure use an inch + of rain before frost. I know that around here, a rainy day is the only good excuse that we can come up with to get things done.
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RichardMSeptember 30, 2013 at 12:56 PM
Nice photos of the coming Fall. I can't believe how bright that green looks. Ours is almost past with frosty mornings, fog, and light snowfall that isn't sticking yet.

Every year about this time, I think about picking up a snow plow. But it's in the "want" category rather than "need".
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The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

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The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

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Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

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