Poor bee! I encourage bumble bees to pollinate my vegie garden. However, the other critters like hornets and wasps are terrible here
Poor bee! I encourage bumble bees to pollinate my vegie garden. However, the other critters like hornets and wasps are terrible here

I took the day off, finished a little storage box near the water. The grill is cooking, here's the view from my chair.
Looks peaceful MarkWonder why my computer won't let me click those kinds of pics and let me see it bigger?
5's been creating again...Salem will love the gold bar, and I love dead hornets![]()
I took the day off, finished a little storage box near the water. The grill is cooking, here's the view from my chair.

Seems like I had to dump my cache once before. I had the pic problem, then it went away, then came back again after some ECF forum work. I'm too lazy to remember all of my passwords to dump my cache again![]()
Hey everyone! I just wanted to thank you all for your continued thoughts and prayers.
908 is ok, I promise, but my Dad passed away yesterday morning. He is in a much better place now and for that I am happy.
I have a ton of things to handle, and none of which I have done before, so I am pretty preoccupied to say the least.
I love all you guys and gals bunches and will be back as soon as I can.
(((Huggerzzzzz)))
Wharf,Tracy I am so sorry about your loss. Please know that my heart goes out to you as well as my thoughts and prayers.
My DD read this at my dad's service and will always stick with me ~
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"