JH: I’d asked Toodles how things were at her riverhouse a morning or two ago, her time and she sent:
The river is like glass atm.
Some of the clouds are dark and hovering, mixed with fluffy whites along with lovely blue patches. A few birds are chasing one another. They are fussing, while the background of nature’s choir is sweet and just slightly dissonant.
Oh! A boat just went past, cutting through, little ripples tapping the bank.
It’s started raining across the other side of the river. Like an army, it is marching quite deliberately over to my side! On the once smooth river the sound is nice … steady and heavy but not pounding … it brings a nice fragrant breeze up to the verandah … now it’s gotten to the house, making music on the tin roof.
It has been fresh and sweet but now with notes of earthiness. I am getting spray on me, here in my cave, looking out enjoying the breeze and spray….
… oh, that small plane who visits just went through the rain clouds, adding to the music with its low, slow rumble …
… and as it came, it has gone in a flash. A few dripping soldiers linger drip drooping from the tin and from the cypress needles … the river now flowing at a quick pace.
Interesting texture.
JH: Just a word about those rocks … they’re meant to halt erosion of the bank but apparently, some ex neighbours got naughty about the rocks (lovely for their garden I suppose) … the Toods clan has been repairing the damage since.
Three more pictures tomorrow to give an idea of the Toodles habitat in southern Bama.
“That small plane who visits just went through the rain clouds, adding to the music with its low, slow rumble“
Sounds like a radial engine – a De Havilland Beaver perhaps?
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JH: We need to ask Squadron Leader Toodles.
She’s a Squadron leader also?!
Who can argue Bama girls aren’t the best?
I bet she can skin a buck with her Buck knife nd
run a trout line.
Not to mention catch a catfish with arm down it’s throat.
Cook up some collard greens with ham hocks nd iron skillet cornbread with a side of pinto beans nd sweet teach with lemon nd sugar available.
I bet she changes the oil/filter and rotates her own tires too.
Give a single shot .22 nd she’ll make ya squirrel brain soup to go with the above fixins.
Sorry.
Seems my magination got away from me.
Thanks to share all that Miss Toodles.
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md…will check on the ✈️ . It might be a while before I find out, but you have me curious. I have every reason to believe you are correct!
RD…you have me confused with Ellie Mae…well, Granny these days! I aspire to be jusss like ‘em!
I can cook collards ( prefer turnip greens) and yummy cornbread! I can shoot. Haven’t killed an animal….but should I need, I think …know…I could. There is a scene in GWTW when Scarlet must AND she does!
For those who know Him…We can do all things through God Who strengthens us….I hope to never need to shoot, but anyoleway I need Him during good times and bad.
The river pics were taken hours after I had written to James about river neighborhood life, so no glassy river then. Clouds are around, but after that rain and a few hours hence they were no longer low enough to touch while on my tippy toes like earlier that morning yesterday.
It was a mirror today too, but when my awe-struck-self got off my sit-upon, then up the stairs to grab my phone the river glass had smears in it.…but still lovely.
Good day to all….y’all!
@ Toodles – When you said “the small plane that visits us”, I imagined you meant a float equipped plane which lands on the water. Combine that with the “low, slow, rumble” and my first thought was a DH Beaver…
MT
I like how you brought it all back to
Him.
👍🏻
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md!
My ignorance abounds! I was obviously unclear in my description. For some reason I imagine, it is the same pilot getting in his flight hours. I feel like I know him after so many years seeing him in the sky. I really just might know him and not realise it. Small community here, or rather used to be.
We did have one of those water planes fly up the river and land after which he motored to his hanger way up river. Unexpectedly, he flew right over our heads and shocked the stuffing out of us! Unnerving!
I am not sure it was the kind described by you, but what fun to be that pilot!
Redacted, everything goes back to Him.