Saturday in Black Mountain

Well, I'm over at the Tailgate Market of course, showing my pottery to the folks who just really have thought; "great aunt Gertie might like that and she's always got room for one more little piece of pottery"...or perhaps "that is just the thing I need for my ----!" Thinking positive this week!

I forgot to introduce you to our favorite critter visitor last week, this charming little grasshopper. She had really sticky feet, and when we tried to flick her off my finger, after she quite willingly walking on it from Amelia's arm, she held on for dear life. We finally gently put her in the bouquet of flowers that were displaying a beautiful vase.

Lake Tomahawk Canada Geese

The picnic shelter offered cool shade on Wednesday last week...and there was a great breeze off the water to increase the cooling of our 84 degrees of sunshine.

Better detail of the Canada Geese. They seem happy feeding in the grass, perhaps recently cut so there's lots of goodies. But they also are not-so-politely waiting for the folks picnicking in the shelter, as seen above in silhouette. The white ones often will waddle right into the picnic area looking for scraps.

Lake Tomahawk Dam

As of Wednesday last week, there were sprinklers working on the dam. Some of the grass looks a bit parched.

And for those thinking of fishing, it is allowed in the lake, with usual state licensing provisions, but I think kids can do so without a license.

10-30-1904 Hannah's Reef, Galveston Bay.

My grandfather, George Rogers was probably the smallest man there. And his sister Annie Lou might have been the person on the far left. I never saw my grandfather with hair, so he could perhaps have been the boatman on the far right. That gentleman isn't holding a fishing pole. But this is all conjecture, and I never bet on my own guesses. Don't they have a fine catch!

I prefer Norman Rockwell's version of fishing!

Today's quote:

When we offer nothing but excuses in our lives, we are not being honest with anybody, mostly ourselves.

Sharing with Sepia Saturday this week

and Eileen's Saturday Critters

Working and playing at Lake Tomahawk

 If you dye your hair brilliant blue and cut it in a Mohawk, you should catch fish better, right?
Well, he caught a hose, which is part of the aeration system to keep the lake healthy.  I wonder if he threw it back, (as I didn't stop once we saw he had a hose on the line.)

 Nearby a man with serious gardening activities was hoeing away at the ground. His mother (I always see him as her caregiver) sat nearby in her wheelchair, enjoying the sunny afternoon.  I wonder what he'll plant there by the water...

And Saturday is a great day for the kids and families to visit the playground!

Fishing floats

Thanks to Hank for collecting these and showing them off outside in his garden.  Do you think he will sprout some baby floats?  Or fish?  mmmm, unlikely.  I remember my ex-husband had collected Japanese glass fishing floats (all in green) which washed up on one of the Aleutian Islands when he was in the Coast Guard.