Old 1947 Buick

Although I don’t know if that was the year or the make of her car, I do know it was old and manufactured prior to 1950. It was a dark green color but much of the paint was worn off and showed the rusty color underneath.

Every summer I would go to my grandmother’s and spend the summer with her. Often, my cousin who was close to my age, would join me. This story is about my grandmother, her old car, my teenage self, and my teenage cousin.

One particular summer, after I had obtained my drivers license, my cousin and I were at my grandmother’s home and like 100% of teenagers, we were bored. I finally got the courage to ask my grandmother if we could take her car to the Dairy Queen and get an ice cream. She agreed and asked us not to be gone long and to be careful.

What she wasn’t aware of was that the Dairy Queen, in this particular town, was the “hang out place” for all the teenagers. WhooHoo! We were free to go, had a car (even though it was older than dirt) and the okay to go where all the teenagers of this town go, THE DAIRY QUEEN!

As soon as we pulled up to the Dairy Queen, about four boys (who we had never met in our life) piled into our car. We were teenage girls and the boys were cute, do you think we minded? Heck no! We were having fun talking to these cute boys and sitting at the dairy queen when a voice came over the loudspeaker paging me! What? Why am I being paged?

I went to the window and they handed me the phone. (This was way before cell phones). It was my grandmother and she was mad! We had lost track of time. So, we scurried our little butts home. (Fortunately, she wasn’t too mad).

Oh, and did I tell you that the car wouldn’t go over 20 miles per hour?

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I wrote out a lot of different prompts (mostly single words) and put them into a box so that I could pull one out once a week and write a story about the prompt that had been selected. The story could either be fiction or non-fiction. Today, I pulled out the prompt, “Old 1947 Buick.” This particular story is non-fiction.



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Birds of a Feather Band Together

I love watching the hummingbirds at my feeders. I have three feeders that are relatively close to each other. For about a month this summer, little orange Rufus Hummingbirds took over the feeders and would chase away all the little green humingbirds (the most prominent hummingbirds here). Sometimes I would go out and stand close to the feeders and the little orange hummingbirds would even try to run me away from the feeders. Instead, I would shoo them away so the green birds could feed.

One day I was watching the Rufus hummingbirds (there were about three of them) running off the green hummingbirds. There were so many green hummingbirds they were just running the orange birds ragged by their constant attempts to feed. (It was quite entertaining watching the green hummingbirds wear out the orange hummingbirds). After awhile, all the birds, green and orange, were peacefully eating at the feeders together.

The very next day it would start all over again.

 

 

 

 

I Am Looking For You

It has been quite awhile since I have been on WordPress. I decided to take the summer off to read, relax, take care of my yard, and so on…

I have not kept in touch with my WordPress friends, so I went to the “Blogs I Might Like” to find my blog friends. I have nothing against those who get “Freshly Pressed” in fact, those who have obtained this honor have my upmost respect. However, I want to read those blogs that haven't been discovered yet. (That is where most of my friends are — among the “undiscovered”). So… if that is you, help me find you!

I am looking forward to reading your blogs and seeing you again!

 

Southwest Spring

Today I will officially drag my water hoses out of storage and begin watering my outdoor plants. It is actually a little early but the weather has been too nice to ignore the signs of spring.

My Forsythia is now in bloom. It would be much prettier had we had our normal spring rains.

Hopefully this year, my lilacs will bloom in full glory as well as my Queen Ann's Lace and my other flowering bushes.

I love spring. I love when the trees start budding out their leaves and all the glorious colors of the flowers and flowering bushes brilliantly awaken from their long winter's sleep.

Today, I am going to go outside and sprinkle “angel drops” (aka water) on my sleeping plants.

Are you preparing for spring and summer? How?