Thursday, June 28, 2012

Fruits and Stuff



Hello, Dear Ones!
I was excited a few weeks ago to find this 'pick it yourself' orchard off the island.
Fruits 'n Such...

Off the highway and down a little country dirt road.
Acres of sweet picking ~ blackberries, squash, eggplants, tomatoes, figs, peaches.
It was too late for the peaches and some of the other fruits and veggies were already gone.
But the blackberries were plentiful and H.U.G.E. and delicious.
The tomatoes, oh my Lord, to die for. 
They open up for business around Mother's Day and this is the last weekend you can go and pick.
Just wanted to show you around a bit.

I'm not too versed on my peppers.
Are these ornamental ones? There sure were purdy!!

A little lake.
Wonder if fishys are in there?

There goes Mr. Precious to the herb garden.
They were giving away the herbs for free but like a silly ~ I didn't get any.



Pretty, tranquil and I didn't pick any herbs! : (

Isn't this little bench the cutest?

Gorgeousness!

And look!!! Guineas!

Then God smiled down and just knew I needed to see a little bunny.
Thank you, Lord! :)


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Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Heartland

When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar,
You're listening to the sound of the American heart.
And Opry music on a Saturday night
Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye.

Sing a song about the heartland,

The only place I feel at home.
Sing about the way a good man
Works until the daylight's gone.
Sing the rain on the roof on a summer night
Where they still know wrong from right.
Sing a song about the heartland.
Sing a song about my life.

There’s a place where mornings are an endless blue

And you feel mother nature walk along with you,
Where simple people living side by side
Still wave to their neighbor when they’re drivin’ by.

Sing a song about the heartland,

The only place I feel at home.
Sing about the way a good man
Works until the daylight's gone.
Sing the rain on the roof on a summer night
Where they still know wrong from right.
Sing a song about the heartland.
Sing a song about my life. 
~ sung by George Strait