Lydia

Is this not the look of love?

 

Lydia ponders, wishes, and waits for her Donald, Jose, or Hans Helmet Wearer. 

 

She is starting to question her principles, morals, and ways of the world.

 

I relay to her ~ my dearest Lydia ~ you are your own scarecrowette, you are precious to all that share this world.

 

We All Love Lydia!

We Will Always Love Lydia!

She Is A Beautiful, Wonderful Scarecrowette!

 

As a side note here, I do not believe that the fellow who wrote the song Donald and Lydia - (John Prine), ever anticipated such accolades/postings would come from some scarecrowette.  Too funny.

 

 

 

 

The Saga of Donald and Lydia

My Lydia has competition.  Egads - Agnes!

 

Holy Smucksville, Lydia was in quite a fret this morning, she does not like guns.  Agnes is a wild, wild women - she is pure evil.

 

I suspect Donald must have been around last night as I found a flashlight near Lydia.  For all I know, maybe it was Jose or Hans Helmet Wearer. 

 

God knows what the coming week will have in store in the continuing sage of Donald and Lydia ~ Jose, Hans Helmet Wearer and now Agnes!

 

Major Giggle!

Lydia

Lydia is struck/taken with Donald, Jose, and Hans Helmet Wearer. 

 

She has left slices of a dark chocolate bundt cake (fudge filling and chocolate glaze), for whoever arrives first.  I do wonder who it will be. . .

 

...and felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon...

~Donald and Lydia~ John Prine

Lydia ... and Hans?

My word, Lydia has suddenly become very popular.  Apparently, this fellows' name is Hans Helmet Wearer and he has taken a shine to Lydia. 

 

So happy I am for my dear Lydia.  She deserves nothing but the best and my word she has certainly found it with Donald, Jose, and now Hans! 

 

You Go Girl!

Donald and Lydia

Good heavenly days, the Donald arrived!

 

Lydia is so very happy.  Donald brought a bottle of something and they chatted until the wee hours of the morning. 

 

I went to see Lydia a few minutes ago...she tells me that Donald is a wonderful, kind gentleman.

 

Long live Lydia and Donald!

Egads, My Dear Lydia. . .

Holy Smucksville, my darling Lydia has no head. 

 

I was gone away from the home for just over four hours and came home to Lydia having no head.  We have had great winds and a rain storm is anticipated to blow in.  I trust it was the winds that have brought Lydia into the realm of no head.  I did try to set her up again, the wind came in again, and knocked her bubble head off.  I shall try again when the weather calms.

 

The second time around of the head knocking event, I said to Lydia - my word, girl - do you think Donald wants to pay you a visit? 

 

When I look at the above photo, good lord, I see Donald - or some foreign object a float in the formation of the clouds.  Ah, but alas, Lydia is somewhat protected by the little angel.

 

I trust, John Prine never anticipated the words to Donald and Lydia would be such an event as they have become in my life on the mountain side.

 

 

 

 

The Lake

Up the road from where I reside.

A beautiful place indeed.  Especially in the summer months.

 

The Red Poppy

My neighbor, Bob's poppy.  It is so beautiful and the only one red.  The other poppies are orange.

 

Beautiful sunny day on the mountain side.  My little container garden is coming along very well.  I have a variety of tomato plants - eight of them.  I grew from seed, so proud of myself.  I only hope the deer do not come and decide to eat them for breakfast, lunch, or supper.  The suncatchers work well - the deer do not like them spinning and shining.  I love them especially the Prine ones.

Flowers

Columbine (red/yellow) - one of my favorite flowers.

Pink/Purple Lupins and some kind of daisy - all the flowers well, they just make me on the side of happy :)

A variety of Tiger Lily.  It is small, only about one foot high.  The flowers are approximately 1" in size.  Very dainty.

 

Hope you are all smilin' - have a good weekend, folks.

 

 

 

 

Introducing, Stevie. . .

My little scarecrow, I call him Stevie, he is next to Prine (the suncatcher).  So cute, he is.  Between him and Lydia, I get a big smile on my face when I go to the garden.

 

Speaking of Lydia - oh my, the poor dear lost her head two times the other day.  I got it back on, but not secure and poofola - down it came again.  Lydia's head is made up of bubble packs so it does not take much to have it come flying off.  I fixed it correctly after the wind had ceased - she is very happy now.  Geez, even my seasonal neighbors came over to see Lydia.  They laughed and both commented on her lovely new hat.  My darling, Lydia.

 

New Prine

New Prine is right!  Working very hard to protect my tomato plants from those four legged critters, the deer. 

 

I am wondering how many of you actually were thinking new Prine as in a new cd.  Teehee