The Aren't People! or Life Is Beautiful!

Today has been a great day. This morning after Tony and I did our outside chores, we discovered that my faithful sidekick and companion, Roy Rogers, was in the dog house sort of, because he had wanted to come inside The Cabin, while we were working, so he single-pawedly tore up the new screen on our front porch window.

After I gently scolded one of my dearest friends, for tearing up the window screen that we had just replaced, last month, I leaned over and hugged and kissed my ninety-three pound, sad-eyed looking dog. Then I laughed and said, "It's okay, Roy. Don't worry about it. We're just not meant to have nice things. Some people are and some people aren't and we are—The Aren't People..."

Then I came inside The Cabin, grabbed my camera and took this beautiful picture of Roy-Boy looking a little guilty, through his newly torn up screened window, that he alone had done, because I could not be mad about something as unimportant as a ripped-up window screen, because it can be so easily repaired.

After I shot Roy, with my camera, Tony and I went outside to do some more beautification work in The Okay Corral. While he patiently planted dozens of my beautiful flowers in the wood-lined flowerbed, I spray painted the bottom part of our big windmill—purple. Then T. painted the top part for me, because I'm too short and the windmill, right next to my writing cabin, looks absolutely beautiful! Thank you, Tone!

While T. dug six deep holes to plant our new blooming Blue Plumbago plants, which are so beautiful and also my favorite blue plant—I stole rocks from our old fire pit, that we are going to redo using much larger rocks and I made a rocked-lined flowerbed, along the fence, in front of our beautiful, newly painted purple windmill.

Two hours later, we called it a day for The Okay Corral and then we sat down in the metal, lawn chair rockers to rest and to admire the beauty of our work today and five minutes hadn't passed, before I had the living daylights scared out of me. "OMG! Tony!" I screeched like an owl, as we watched this giant bird, just a few feet away from us, by his bird feeders, dive down and grab an innocent, sweet, little Sparrow eating seeds off of the ground and then it flew off with it! "Did you just see that Vulture do that?"

"That wasn't a Vulture, Nance. They have a name, which I think starts with a "P", but around here we just call them Sparrow Hawks..." Even though Tone explained it to me—I was sick about the poor Sparrow's fate—it never knew what hit him/her.

Before I end this beautifully written post tonight I must apologize to you, for purposefully over using the word "beautiful" so often, because while I wrote this evening—I've been listening nonstop to my new favorite Keb 'Mo song, Life Is Beautiful, because it is one beautiful/happy/upbeat song, that I am totally in love with, which earlier this evening I finally learned how to play all of the way through and can now pick on my guitar—that Ronnie made for me.

Y'all have a great evening, because life is beautiful and torn window screens don't matter at all.