Parasol Mushrooms, Sleepy Lizard and a cup of coffee…

Parasol Mushrooms are everywhere. It is that time of the year. Most are pushing up under thick grass and thus struggling to get shown, but if you walk the fields, you will see that they are full of these mushrooms…

Many types of these mushrooms and some are edible and some are poisonous. I do not care, I simply enjoy looking at them and taking pictures. I am not much of a mushroom person and the thought of getting a poisonous mushroom is too strong in my, “Not wanna eat then die list!” That I simply stay away from eating mushrooms from the wild. Well except when morel season is here. I am a good ole boy from Missouri and we ate morels deep fried in real butter and salt and peppered to taste…

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finished fence gate

Finally finished the gate. Well….it has been built awhile, but never painted. It is now painted and I think it looks pretty good. It is side by side gates, to allow us to drive in if necessary and has a removable center post and bench seat. This is how I tell people, “Welcome to our home!”

My friends and I sit here and discuss world problems… 😉

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Svetochka takes such wonderful images. This little guy just slept away as she took as many pictures of him as she could. After she was done he just woke up and ran away. If I tried that, he would hiss at me and run away, even before I could get the camera out. Sveta has a way with taking pictures and all around her seem to love for her to do it…

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Coffee-icon“If you don’t want a man unhappy politically, don’t give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. Then they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change.” – Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

And that is a quote of truth, from one of the greatest SciFi writers ever…


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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.