Enjoy the Sunset-Birdhouse ThoughtsPosted Thursday, February 16, at 10:48 PM I miss those wonderful Idaho sunsets. Sunsets are meant to be enjoyed and shared and I am going to share some of mine. This week, I watched an interview about a couple who had been married for 70 years. They are a lovely pair. Of course, the interviewer asked what their secret was...
True love comes in different packages. I have been thinking of couples who have survived the test of time and made it to their 40th, 50th, 60th or 70th wedding anniversary. Each year is an accomplishment in itself. If you ask any of these couples just what their secret is-I am sure that their answers will all be very different...
My husband is the ultimate romantic. From the very beginning of our courtship, David has given me flowers and continues to be very thoughtful with his gifts. Valentines Day doesn't top the "Just Because" moments that we have shared together. A meeting on the freeway, found me accepting two dozen roses from David---- "Just Because". I might have a package of M & M's and a note attached to the steering wheel of my car or some other wonderful surprise...
I am supposed to exercise regularly. My diet should consist of green vegetables and brightly-colored vitamin-rich food. My resolve was working just fine until everyone moved back in. Suddenly, there were cookies, pastas and junk food in my pantry! All of my efforts were additionally hampered by a particularly stubborn sinus infection...
The Dumb Dirls are a group of women who started out taking trips and celebrating our birthdays together. Sallie's son Dane gave us our nickname when he was quite young. In later years, we shortened name to DDC. David used to call us one short of a 6-pack and seemed to be much happier when we asked Sandy to be a part of our group. That odd number seemed to bother him...
When you are feeling down and out, Lift up your voice and shout--It's going to be a great day! If someone is dogging your every footstep & challenging your sense of peace. Stop walking; Look them straight in the eye And Give Them Your Friendliest Smile!...
This winter in Missouri has been pretty mild so far, but our turn is coming for the bad stuff. Last year was a nightmare and the year before wasn't much better. Talking about the weather used to be light conversation, but nowadays, it is serious business...
When I think of carbon footprints, it reminds of tracking mud on my mother's clean floor. Our mothers had a way of leaving a lasting impression on our backsides when we were careless about leaving tracks on their clean floors. Measuring your carbon footprints seems to affect everyone's entire way of life these days. Even shipping a package requires an answer of yes or no to the question of contributing a dollar to offset the your carbon footprint...
I wonder if it is because our last name is Bird, that our little birdies keep coming back to the main nest. We now have two grand-kids; 4 cats, 2 dogs and sigh--two adult children. If we were homesteading, we could give them their own dug-out to live in. And they could have their choice of milk cows too. Everyone could work their own 5 acres and be self-sufficient...
Mom didn't have a set recipe for her bread. She just put in a little of this and a little of that. Bread-making days meant a batch of biscuits or a warm loaf of bread was slathered with butter and honey and eaten shortly after coming out of the oven...
"Walking the Fence Line" has grown into something that I could have never imagined a year ago. I have been blessed with new friends and privileged to share some precious memories with my loved ones too. As the year comes to a close, I can hear the sound of my friend Susan's laughter. ...
I don't know about you, but when I was a kid, it seemed as though Christmas was about Santa Claus and Candy. Christmas was about the only time besides Halloween that we were allowed to have extra candy. My mother was very strict about pop and candy growing up. The five of us have her to thank for having good teeth and very few cavities...
For those of you who don't like my "preachy' blogs, I am giving you fair warning that this one will be full of sugar, spice and hopefully, everything nice. The perfect Christmas Gift cannot be wrapped and put under the tree. It cannot be found in the Mall or cyber-space. You will not be able to make a bid on E-bay either...
On Thanksgiving Day of this year, our family was able to dedicate "Dad's Place On The Hill". Our brother, Buddy began an ambitious project to create a place for Dad's covered wagon complete with a gathering place for us all. Many members of the family; siblings, grandchildren and cousins labored at different times to complete this memorial...
When I was a child, Christmas was one of the most magical times of the year. We didn't have much money, but as I mentioned before, our parents made it special. We sometimes didn't get a Christmas tree until the 24th and when they were all marked down. ...
I believe that life is always sweeter when there are events to look forward to. My trips to Idaho are always filled with anticipation and excitement. For the 2nd year in a row, I was able to take two of my grandchildren with me. They were as excited as I was to see everyone again, especially their "Grandma Betty"...
Thanksgiving is my mother's favorite holiday and it has come to mean more to our family than all the other holidays combined. If you can imagine 40 or more people gathering in a house to eat, then you have a small inkling about how the Allen's celebrate the 4th Thursday of November...
This blog belongs entirely to my dad. I am not sure when he wrote this. The first time I heard it was at a family gathering shortly before he passed away. Dad wrote all kinds of poetry over the years, but it was Cowboy Poetry that captured the essence of his talent and heart...
If you are in the military today or have been in the past, I want to THANK YOU! Veterans Day should mean more than a holiday weekend or some fantastic sale at a department store. Honoring our flag for a mere 3 or 4 minutes should not makes us impatient for a sporting event to begin...
Guests and Food come in many different varieties and I have attempted to serve up a few samples and thoughts of my own. THE INVITATION: A planned event complete with a written RSVP. Your best dishes and a groaning table of food. You choose your dinner guests with the same amount of consideration as the menu...
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Walking the Fence Line  - Blog RSS feed ![[Feed icon]](http://www.mountainhomenews.com/images/icons/feed-icon-14x14.png){kind=icon} - Comments RSS feed - Send email to Bonnie Bird - Login Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is.
There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle
up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.
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