Spring???

Everyone is asking, "Is Spring here to stay?"  Just because the Forsythia is blooming ....

.. and the Redbuds are blooming ...

.. and the frogs are ...  well, the frogs just are.  

It doesn't mean that Spring is here to stay.  But we sure hope so!

Blue Birds, Photography and a Dog Named George

The Friends of Tennessee Wildlife Refuge are hosting a Refuge Discovery Series program dedicated to Blue Birds. You can get the details here.

I want to say a special thank you to Kate Young for loaning us this beautiful photo of a Blue Bird.

A few months ago I saw a link to a photograph of a beautiful Border Collie name George.  I clicked on the link to Chronicles of a Country Girl and I've been hooked ever since.  It's about a lady named Kate who lives on a hill in Maryland with her husband, their dog - George and a cat.  Kate says she's an "amateur" photographer.  I think she doesn't give herself enough credit.  Kate doesn't just take photographs of birds ... she creates fine art.  You can visit her website above or her gift shop  and judge for yourselves.

Spring????

I am still having technical difficulties.  Well ... not exactly.  I know what the problem is.  I just haven't had the time to reload all the photos that are missing form my website.
But ... in the meantime ... I think Spring may have sprung!   At least for the time being.  And here's the proof.

"Cotton in March????" you say.  No.  It's a Bradford Pear Tree.  I love, love, love these trees.
They are one of the first things to bloom around here and we have lots of them in Paris Landing.

Kind of takes your breath away doesn't it.

Winter may be back next week, but in the meantime ...

Happy Spring!!

Sitting Rocks

Way down there at the bottom of the hill are some sandstone rocks.

They've been there as long as I can remember, but perhaps they used to be a little larger.  We always called them the "Sitting Rocks" for obvious reasons.  They were a perfect place to sit.

This is my Grandma Ruby Hailey Heavrin sitting on one of the rocks

around 1965. I took this photo of her and then she took one of me.

Here's another one she took of me standing on more of the rocks closer to the bank.

Everytime I see these rocks I think of my Grandma and the beautiful fall day we took these photos.  The rocks have become a sort of special place for my family.  

A place we continue to sit at and ponder and take photos.

Who would have thought a few Kentucky Lake rocks could evoke such nostalgia.