deltamiss: (Photo Miss)
Last year when I participated in Project 365, the field across from the school was planted in wheat. This year the field was planted in corn, which now is done and needs to be cut down. It's actually an eyesore.

But, it looked pretty good this morning just after sunrise against the cloud-streaked sky.

deltamiss: (Photo Miss)
This is what happens when I fool around with a photo while editing. ;)

deltamiss: (Camellia Japonica)
Camellia Japonica became aware of her extraordinary beauty the moment she budded. It was difficult to miss the tender blush of color on her soft, smooth cheeks. Everyone said she was the most beautiful bud they’d ever seen – even outdoing Rose Mallow, who had been simply breathtaking as a bud.



Camellia Japonica )
deltamiss: (I am such a sheep!)
Rules:
Go to your picture files
Go to your 6th folder.
Go to your 6th picture.
Tell us about it.


I'm supposed to tag someone, but I won't. Just know I'd really like to see your picture if you'd like to share. :D

My sixth folder had only ONE photo in it so I had to go to my tenth before I found one with six photos. Hahahahahaha!

Just a plain old flower...gosh, I took sooooooo many pictures of flowers last year. This was at the end of the season, though, and I never edited it. It was taken with the crummy camera, too.

deltamiss: (Cup of Joy)
Food today:

English muffin/sausage pattie/coffee for breakfast...protein...check...

Snickers bar for snack (STOP IT!)...chocolate...check...

Mini-bag popcorn for lunch...fiber...check...

Sensible supper? Honey Nut Cheerios/banana...fruit...check... ;)

deltamiss: (Photo Miss)
No, I am definitely NOT participating this year. ;)

BUT, I ordered a poster of my set of photos and got it today. All 366 photos are there. Looky!

Of course, it has been rolled for a while so the corners are curling, but you get the idea anyway. I love it! I'm going to frame it and hang it in my classroom at school.



It does have a title...sort of blurry but I had to hold that corner up to get the picture and my arms just aren't long enough to take a clear picture. ;)

deltamiss: (Cup of Joy)
The moon was so bright this morning I almost could have driven to work without headlights. Absolutely beautiful.

We've been reading some poetry about winter in class. The moon reminded me of one of the poems.




Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Walter de la Mare
deltamiss: (Cuppa Joe)
They say it's the most important meal of the day.

My mother cooked breakfast every day of her married life - every day. Cooked it from scratch. Sunday morning: pancakes and sausage or bacon; Monday-Friday: oatmeal, toast, sausage or bacon; Saturday: biscuits, gravy, eggs, grits, sausage or bacon. Sometime she'd melt a little cheddar cheese on the side or add grits to the Sunday meal, but Monday-Friday was always the same.

Food was the last thing on my mind first thing in the morning all my life. I think it's because I'd always eaten my big meal at night, but the thought of food early in the morning was revolting. Mama made me eat something, though, and drink a glass of juice. When I moved from home, I swore off breakfast. For years I would consider it on weekends because I could eat later in the day, but never during the week. Never.

Worse yet, were the cold winter nights when Daddy would request breakfast for supper. UGH! When one could have a juicy hamburger or chicken and dumplings, WHY would one even suggest such a meal? Mama usually tried to make the meal at least a little enticing for my brother and me. She would make two little biscuits that snuggled into the center of the iron skillet, squish her thumb print indention in each and say, "One for you, and one for Dwayne." When you're hungry from a long, active day, you'll eat anything put before you. Those little biscuits were surprisingly good with Uncle C.D.'s honey drizzled over them or Miss Juanita's pear preserves piled high. ;) Once in a while, she would make another treat that has become my favorite.

When the girls came along, I realized they needed to eat breakfast, even if I didn't. I was a stay-at-home mom until Melanie was six, and their dad had a grueling job on a ranch. Everyone needed breakfast. I cooked just like Mama had. Eggs, biscuits or toast, grits, oatmeal, bacon or sausage, etc. But the girls liked cereal best. In fact, Melanie learned to read by stringing letters from Alpha-Bits together. ;) Eventually, they even eschewed the morning meal. I don't think Melanie eats breakfast to this day...maybe on weekends.

A year or so ago, I began taking a breakfast bar or a bagel to school with me, and would eat it around 6:00 or 6:30. Since I'd been up since 4:00, my mind and stomach didn't rebel against the thought. I'm in the habit now, and have successfully incorporated breakfast into my life - even on weekends. Of course, I've gained close to ten pounds in the last two years, too. ACK! But it's a habit I don't want to break. I feel more energetic longer on school days, and I need all the energy I can get Monday-Friday.

My all-time favorite breakfast is what Mama called Eggs in a Basket. A slice of bread with the center cut out toasted in a skillet with an egg dropped into the hole. I've begun adding a little cheddar cheese on top for some added flavor. The cut-out is slathered in some sort of jelly or jam. Include coffee, and I'm in hog heaven.

Saturday Morning Breakfast )
deltamiss: (Photo Miss)
It's Friday...and pay day...and more rain is falling...and I've just begun a three-day weekend.

'Color Me Happy'...photo of the day...

deltamiss: (Happy New Year)
I love fireworks, but I'd like to have some warning before they begin. Since the unfortunate school shooting in 1997, unexpected loud noises throw me for a loop. My first instinct is to dive for cover...until my brain recognizes the source of the sound.

My apartment is two short blocks from the stadium where the Kinston Indians baseball team plays. Before and/or after most home games, one can expect a fireworks display. That means it sounds as if it is right over my house...LOUD!

The K-Tribe was home tonight, and right on schedule at 11:00 P.M., BOOM! I waited until my heart stopped racing, grabbed my camera and ran outside. Thirty-four snaps later, I had seven pictures that actually had a bright dot or two in them. LOL!

Try, try again... )
deltamiss: (Rainy Day)
It rained today so I went out into the yard to get some pictures of wet things. LOL!

None of these is my photo of the day. I'm saving that for later because something very special is happening this evening. Oooooo...gotcha wondering, huh? ;)

Impatiens always look so dejected after a rain. 'Drenched'...




The tray on the bird feeder has drain holes, thank goodness. I think it's the squirrel leaving the mess. 'Scraps'...




The next two pictures are of different spider webs. Honestly? I don't know if I have them turned right or not. I couldn't remember which way I took them. Yeah. I need to go back to work. My brain is atrophying!






And while y'all take magnificent photos of dragonflies and bumble bees and butterflies, I get...ewwwwww...houseflies!

'Shoo, fly!'

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