It all started when my best friend went on her honeymoon to Hawaii. She asked me what I would like for her to bring back and I said a bottle of sand. Sand? Yes, sand. Why? Well, it's free and sand has its own color and texture from where it came from. 
I don't travel very much and never have been out of the country. I have sand from France to Israel to Germany to Mexico and quite a bit from all over the United States. All thanks to friends. It really is amazing to see the different colors. There are still a few places I don't have sand from. Maybe one of these days it will get added to my collection. Pssss, don't look at all the dust on the shelves. Haven't gotten around to pulling everything out of the case and cleaning. 
Cookie, Doughnut and Arnold wanting out of the front pasture and into the yard. Sorry guys, not today. It is suppose to start raining later on. And if you know donkeys, they despise to get wet! Snow is okay, but for some reason they ( at least the ones here) detest water.
The one and only Iris finally bloomed.
And there are bird nests in the breezeway where the stalls are. Yes, there are tiny babies in them. Only reason I know is I heard them!
Last night I watched an old 1957 Joan Crawford movie I hadn't seen before. It was called The story of Esther Costelle. Well, wasn't impressed at all. It was like watching a remake of Helen Keller which wasn't done very well. I fell asleep before the ending. I really do like watching the old black and white movies. Although I get kidded about it a lot.
And yes, I am still going through stuff which explains why I haven't posted in a few days. No, no good treasures this time. Next stop is out to the barn!!
Until next time..................
