Lucky Leaves

Yesterday, my family had a cook out. My family came over as well as my friend Megan and her family. During the day while we were cooking food and getting everything ready, my dad came in with a glass of water. I looked at him as he held the glass out to me. 

"No thanks. I'm good," I said pushing the small glass away. 

"Look what I found," he said shoving the glass in my face again.

I looked down at the small glass and a dark green stem stuck out of it. Attached to the thin stem were four leaves. I shook my head. A four leaf clover. 

My mom walked over. "Where'd you find that?"

"The backyard," he said putting the glass down. "Must be my lucky day."

Today I took Baker outside. While he was doing his business, I looked down at the patch of clovers. I thought about the weekend I spent in Indianapolis a few weeks ago. My Aunt Marie let us stay with her for the weekend. She took us downtown to the Riverwalk and to see the city. While we were there she stopped and started searching through this persons grass. My mother, Linn, and I kept walking. We sat down on a bench. 

Linn looked over at my Aunt. "What's she doing?" Linn asked as my aunt hunched over the patch of grass.

"Probably looking for four leaf clovers. She does that," my mom said.

I laughed thinking it was a joke, but a few moments later, Aunt Marie came walking over with a small green clover between her fingers that proudly showed its four leaves. 

I starred in disbelief. "How did you find that?" I asked.

"She finds them all the time," my mom said looking up at the trees.

"I do," Aunt Marie laughed. "I don't know. It's weird. Once you find one, you find them all."

I had laughed at her then but as I was thinking of the clover she found, I noticed a small clover with four leaves. I hit it gently waiting for another clover below it to pull away and take away the allusion of four leaves. Another clover didn't pull away though. I stooped down and picked the green clover and sure enough it had four leaves. I smiled. "Must be my lucky day," I said to myself as my dog came running up to see what I had found. 

When I was younger, I used to say, "I love the smell of rain and thunderstorms."

My sister would wrinkle her nose and say, "You like the smell of worms?"

Scared of a Little Rain

I love Thunderstorms.

My first dog, Shiner, didn't mind them when she was a puppy, but once she turned four or five she started freaking out when it stormed. She would pant like crazy. She would run around the house and try to find a place to hid. She would follow you everywhere. Once she started losing her hearing, she suddenly didn't care again. Probably because she was blissfully unaware of the storms. 

Gunner is now seven. When he was a puppy, he didn't mind storms either. He used to watch Shiner run around like a goof. Now, he is starting to hate storms. Tonight, when it started storming he got really antsy and kept walking around. Now that its night time and it's storming really bad, his tail is down and he is scared. I picked him up tonight and held him real close. I told him, "It's okay Gunner. We won't let anything happen to you. You are safe." He calmed down while he was in my arms, but once I put him down he went back to being a mess.

Currently, my other two dogs are laying next to me, passed out. They could care less. 

It makes me think about the cycle of life. Not just with dogs, but adults too. As puppies or babies we don't care about the storms. Once we get a little older and we start noticing the storms, we are frightened. I know I was when I was little. I used to have to sleep with my parents or sister when it stormed because they scared me so bad. Then once you get older, you see that they aren't really that scary. Though the one doctor my mom works with would disagree. He got hit by lightening. 

I'm not scared of storms anymore. I think they are beautiful now. I love watching the rain come down and bounce off the ground. I love hearing it fall and the sound of each drop hitting. I love thunder as it rolls across the sky. I love when its dark out and the lightening suddenly lights up the sky and the world is bright for one brief moment. I love the smell. The smell of the world becoming clean once more. The smell of the water washing away the day and the dirt and making everything fresh. 

I love Thunderstorms.

To Whom It May Concern

Last week, I took my Aunt Mary to the laundry mat so that we could wash her comforter. This was a sign on the change machine. It made me chuckle. 

Mulch and Soil

Today I woke up a little late. I spent the night with my friends last night. We sat around a fire and talked until midnight. It was great. I was supposed to wake up early to go out to the greenhouses with my mom to get flowers. Instead, we went around 1. Late start for me, but my mom got a lot done before I woke up.

We found a lot of great deals at the greenhouses. When we got home, my mom and I started gardening. We got home around 3 and worked until 7. We planted almost everything that we bought except for some Petunias. I also helped my mom mulch a little around the house. I forgot how much work gardening is. It was almost 90 degrees here today to, so we were both sweating a lot!

 I don't have pictures of the gardens yet, but I do have pictures of some of the flowers. Here's what we did today. 

Strawberries! Yum!

Can't wait to eat them!

I forget what these are called but they are so pretty!

Mom really liked these

The whole front of the house is done in Snap Dragons this year!

Some of the Snap Dragons we bought

I picked these out. I thought they were really pretty!

What are your favorite flowers?