In total I only burned a small portion of what I wanted to. Strong head winds burned all my underbrush but gave way to a lack of time for the big piles to catch. It'll have to wait until next week on my next off day.
Just sat down to start taxes and found an angel in my tax folder. Memaw passed this month five years ago. Today was the day of her funeral, five years ago.
This was the last thing she ever gave me.
(Cody is my cousin, more like a brother. We grew up in the same house. I sent him this picture and we had a moment of silence over the phone. )
They lifted the burn ban and we burned everything that was dry, D!!
Except today. The wind was just enough of a nuisance that I didn't want to risk a diesel fire so I burned what I could in my piles. They didn't get very hot, the goats were literally browsing in the yaupon between piles.
Memaw was a special woman. She meant a lot to us great grandkids. She supported me when others didn't. I think of her often and keep her picture taped in my bathroom for a morning boost on bad days.
Grandmothers are a gift from Heaven. I lived with my grandparents growing up and I can still here her say "Good Night Atsutsa" at bedtime. That's Cherokee for My Son and hopefully I spelled it right. I have forgotten what little of the language I used to know.
My great grandmother was Cherokee. She used to get onto us in it when she (and we were) was younger. As she got older she mostly spoke English as the language slipped from her.
She had a big middle knuckle and a bent finger from shutting it in a stove. She used to "threaten" to give us the knuckle if we were bad.
The woman who lived through so, SO much in her life was incredible. I miss her greatly. I wish my future children could've known her. They'll get to know my grandmother, their great grandmother, which is incredible in itself. My Nanny is also am amazing woman. I don't get to see her as often as I like. She and Memaw raised Cody, my brother, and I for most of our teenage years.
I know how you posted about being super close with your cousin, I currently am close with them or most of them. I hope we continue to but there is a hard thing in both sides for me, on my dad's side they are at least 3 years older however there is the fact we all can ski pretty well. And not sure how it is going to work on my Mom's side, the only cousin I currently have is 2 days old so haven't met her yet.
My missing dog has been located. My uncle just brought me his caller. Joker, the dog who wouldn't even hurt the fleas on his back, was tied and shot in the head.
My husband's dog. A stray. A heart full of gold. In four years he never strayed from his yard. The one time he did and he will never come home again.
Never sleep in our bed. Never fight for a spot on the couch. Never paw the cats for attention, or roll over and expose his bellies for rubs. The poor dog was the sweetest, kindest soul. I need to find a picture of him to show you just how sweet he was.
Joker, I hope you're having fun across the rainbow bridge with Mario, Ko-T, Karma, and all the others we've lost in your time with us.
That just makes me so angry... There isn't an imoji to display how angry. If the collar was found, there must be some idea of who the shooter was. So sorry.