This is a picture of a window in my dad’s tractor.
It looks a little strange for a window, huh? That’s because a rock broke the window, but the window tint held the safety glass shards together. Amazing!
***Allison***
Cracked Up
Photography
Willow: The Fuzzball Returns (Caption It)
Dun-duh-duh-dun! The return of the fuzz-ball! Her fuzz is looking particularly fluffy today, isn’t it? I have a few photos for you to caption today. If you want to play, just comment with what you think Willow could be saying or thinking in the photos below. You can caption one, two, or all three if you want!
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***Allison***
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Bubbles in a Pan
A greasy pan left to soak in water. Soap bubbles, grease bubbles, water in the pan. You can find little wonders everywhere if you look closely.
***Allison***
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Macro Chicory
Chicory is one of my favorite wildflowers. I love it’s periwinkle blue color, and it’s simple but beautiful petals. Once I took some macro photos of chicory (or rather I cropped them so they were macro), and it’s fascinating what they look like up close. Here is a close-up one to start with:
And here are some macro pictures. The last one looks kind of odd, but it’s a picture nonetheless.
And I’ll throw in a bonus picture just for kicks. 🙂 Can anyone guess what flower the little bee (or whatever it is) is on?
***Allison***
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Labor Day Celebrations
For Labor Day this year, my family, my grandparents, and my cousins got together and made potato chips and funnel cakes. Boy, were they delicious! We fried them both in a rather rusty contraption that worked quite well none the less. (Don’t worry, my grandaddy cleaned the inside of the kettle quite thoroughly.)
The oil in the kettle had beautiful reflections in it of the trees above.
First we made potato chips. They were deliciously light and crispy.
Next we fried funnel cakes. It took a bit of experimenting to get the batter the right consistency, but boy were they delicious! Here is a link to the recipe we used. At first the batter was too thick, but it made some quite interesting shapes.
Finally we got the batter the right consistency. Are you hungry yet?
We had lots of extra batter left, which made some tasty, very smooth waffles, although they were a little tougher than normal.
What did you do for Labor Day?
***Allison***
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Willow, My Willow
Here comes another photoshoot of the adorable flufferpuff! I absolutely love Willow, but I must say she is harder to photograph than Lily because she is so fluffy and dark. But oh well! I couldn’t just leave her un-photographed, now could I?
Willow is getting more gray instead of black, for some reason. She must be getting old! 😉
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Willow and I, swinging on the porch swing…
And now she is left all alone –
Hooray! Some playmates!
Isn’t she adorable with a bow in her hair – er, ears?!
Now we take her to the deck, where she is fondled by a small human,
And becomes a ball of fluff with ears.
Willow wishes to escape being a model. She looks longingly over the side of the deck rail, but decides it is too much of a risk to jump.
And for the final humiliation, she is wrapped in a damp cloth to “cool her down,” or so the humans say.
Good girl, Willow!
I hope you enjoyed Willow as much as I did!
***Allison***
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Joyful Kitty
We currently have two kittens named Joy and Coffee Bean. (Coffee Bean is black and fluffy like Willow, but he has a bad eye, so I just took pictures of Joy.)
Joy is very energetic and playful. She was trying to capture my dangling camera lens-cover while I was taking pictures of her. Her prowess was all in vain though, because the lens-cover is attached to my camera, and I was NOT going to give my camera up as a kitten toy. 🙂
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Joy is – hmmm… tasting the air?
“Relaxing in the bunnies cage, just lettin’ off steam….”
Daydreaming again!
I love this close-up picture of her fuzzy little paw!
Oh! I have a snippet of news – I sold Honeybunny! The man who bought her is going to breed her, so someday she will become a proud mama rabbit. Goodbye, Honeybunny – *sniff, sniff*. Although I’m kind of sad that she had to go, at least she will have a more interesting life than staying penned up in a small cage so she won’t nip and fight with our other rabbits. Have a good life, Honeybunny!
***Allison***
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Strawflower and Thyme
Megan, my sister had a gorgeous strawflower blooming in her garden, so of course I had to take pictures of it. (See her beautiful pictures, and Willow-the-photo-bomber here.) I also have flowering thyme in my garden that I took pictures of with an interesting bug on it.
One more thing – can any of you spot the hidden animal in one of these pictures? (Hint: It’s not the spotted orange bug in the last picture, actually, it’s not in the last picture at all.) If want to inspect a picture more closely, just click on a picture to make it bigger. It might take a bit for the picture to load completely.
***Allison***
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Willow Eats Her Namesake (And Lily Is Jealous)
“One bunny salad coming up!”
Yumm. I, Lily, love a good bunny salad. Our mistresses always make them with the freshest and most delicious ingredients: crisp parsley, fresh dandelions, sunny marigold petals… As I joined Mango and Willow at the bowl, I sniffed in all the delicious smells.
Mango and Willow were already scarfing down the salad. Diamond joined us briefly, and then hopped off in search of… I don’t know. A piece of straw or something. She’s a strange bunny.
“Awww, look at Willow! She’s such a cute little flufferpuff!”
Grrr. They’re always talking about Willow. Ever since I got back from the fair it’s been the same story: Willow is the star of the show, the life of the party, and I’m always just in the background. I once had a good life – I was a model, a cherished pet… but now, that life is gone. I don’t even see what’s so cute about a rabbit so fluffy you can hardly see her face. And another thing: my mistress always goes on about how Willow is so easy to hold, where as I, on the other hand, always scratch when she picks me up. What’s wrong about a rabbit that has a little spirit? It disgusts me how Willow just lets herself be taken over by humans. Speaking of humans…
“Hey, let’s give Willow a willow branch!”
Look. Willow is eating her namesake. How cute… NOT! I couldn’t take this any more. I huffed over to a corner where I could think about the troubles in life in privacy. Joy the cat was snarling and growling over a piece of Willow fluff. Suddenly she turned and looked at me.
“What’s wrong with you, Lily? You seem to be in a foul mood lately.”
“Humph. I’m not in a foul mood.”
“Yes you are. Really, what’s eating you?”
“Uh… mosquitos? Nothing, Joy, it’s nothing.” I hesitated. “It’s just… it’s just that Willow gets so much attention and I don’t get any.”
“Ahhh,” purred Joy wisely. “Well, think ahead – someday you will be a mother of a fine litter of baby bunnies, and think how much attention you’ll get then.”
Hmmm, that was so. After all, I am a purebred New Zealand, and Willow is only a mixed breed. Someday I would be a proud mother rabbit, and she would still just be a pet.
I looked back at Willow. The humans had finally went away, leaving peaceful silence behind them. She looked, I don’t know, a little droopy. She hopped slowly over to me.
“Can I snuggle with you, Lily?” she asked wistfully. “I’m tired of being held.”
I didn’t answer. But Willow hopped over anyway, invading my space with her fluffiness.
She sighed, “I like snuggling with you. I love you, Lily.”
She looked up at me with her fluffy little face and my heart began to melt. She was awfully sweet. But how did I know she wasn’t just putting on a false front to get me under her paws? Finally, I sighed.
“You know Willow, I love you too. Even if you are cuter and cuddlier than me, and even though you do get more attention. I guess I don’t get much attention because I choose not to be cuddly. Maybe you could give me lessons sometime, how about it?” But Willow was already asleep, tired out from being cute and cuddly. “Sweet dreams, little flufferpuff,” I whispered, “sweet dreams.”
***Allison*** (With Lily and Willow)
Allison Marie 