The Harvest is Plenty

This is a very short story about a man name Charlie. He was born and raised around my neighborhood. His family was very poor financially but, the love he had for animals and people of the community was unbelievable.
Charlie was a very smart boy that grew to be a very smart man.
When Charlie was a boy growing up he loved to hunt and just be in the woods. After school almost everyday his mother would find him in the woods, if not hunting he would be just watching the many animals there or taking pics. of them. He grew to be a very wealthy man and with his money he would help anyone who needed it and that he knew was trying to help themselves.
He also bought about 800 hundred acer's near and around his home. This land was bought for the soul purpose of letting all the hunters around here hunt wild game. As long as they eat what they killed, and for letting the animals live and eat there as they wish.
Every year Charlie would plant chestnut trees, blueberry bushes, satsumma trees, persimmon trees, pear trees just to name a few. If I was to guess I would say he has planted about 200 or more of each one of the trees and bushes. These trees and bushes are all planted along side all the dirt roads he has put on the land. It is just a wonderful sight to see when all this is in bloom every year.
He also plants a very large garden for the people in the community . Every year he plants about 200 tomato plants, rows of okra, squash 3 or 4 types of them, turnips, collards, mustards, eggplants and the list go's on and on.
He doesn't have any running water any where near the trees or garden so he comes over 2 or 3 times and week and brings alot of 5 gal. buckets and waters all this by hand. He dosn't allow anyone to cut down any trees on the land either, but after hurrican katrina he had a lot that got blew down but with these he peeled the bark off by hand and pole peeler and used it to mulch his new trees he planted this year.The trunks he cut to go under the mulch. He would also take some of the larger trunks and hollow them out and make feed trough out of them.
Now let me tell you something there is just absolutely know way I could do all this. This is one man that truly loves and is well loved not only for what his does for the community but for his heart as well.
I say God Bless this man for he has surly blessed us.

This is just a few of the different trees and things he has planted and made.

Back in the Day Lily

I found this daylily in the woods on my land one day. Back in the day before I moved here, This lady name Lula lived here and she planted it. I was told she planted it the day her and her husband Wayne got married which was June 19th 1958. Well Lula found out she had cancer and she died in 1984. Her and Wayne lived a very happy life together. Then in 1987 I met and married Wayne.We were out walking one day and came across this daylily and he told me the story about the lily. We decided to clear some land and inlarge our yard one year and I made sure the lily was part of the yard. Well Wayne died of cancer in 1997, but this beautiful lily lives on. I think Lula knew what she was doing the day she planted that lily.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

By:William Carlos Williams

Meet Bill "Buffalo Bill" that is

The Buffalo

While grazin' quietly a man I see

so I watch him, as he watches me

the question bein' who's gonna flee!

I guess he will 'cuz I'm that big

but I can't stand his feathered wig.

So I'll just blow me, lots of snot

and watch his pony spook a lot

Well! it bucks to the West, lands in the East

for I the buffalo, am a mighty beast.

Brown and hairy, but do I care

these northern plains, I will not share

but! Go young Indian do not fear

as your painted pony starts to rear.

I shall let you live to tell the tale

brave young Warrior who's face is pale

as the sunset fades over mountains yonder

I can't help but to look and wonder

why the painted pony stands quiet and proud

beneath western skies without a cloud

but then I see,

in the Warrior's eyes,

sad tears have filled

for I the buffalo, shall be killed.

Written by: Mary Ann Pont

These cute big hairy critters live down the road from me. They have lived there for about 22 years that I know of. Today when I went to take there pics. one walked up to me and let me pet him. The one I got a close up of is name Bill, "imagine that" lol. The hair on his face feels like a wire brush and it's really thick. He kept giving me mean eyes. I wasn't sure if he was going to attack me are not, but he turned out to be really nice. I tried calling the rest of his family up but they wouldn't come. Then I thought maybe I wasn't calling them right. Just how do you call a buffalo? I figured the best way to get a close up of the ones down by the pond was to use the zoom on my camara. After a day of walking in the woods and taking pics. of buffalo, I figured I might need to get home to my "brave" husband and cook his dinner. lol

This is a female sago and it's time for her to be pollinated.This sago belongs to my boss. She has a beautiful yard, I will be posting some of her other plants and palms later.

Cycas revoluta, one of the most primitive living seed plants, are very unusual and popular ornamentals. A rugged trunk, topped with whorled feathery leaves has lead to the common name "Sago Palm", however it is actually related to conifer and Ginko trees - all cone bearing plants which trace their origins back to the ancient flora of the early Mesozoic era. Often called "living fossils", Cycads have changed very little in the last 200 million years.