Ok… my dog mind thought that each time a hurricane presented itself in the Atlantic…well…a bunch of people just decided on the spot what to name this horrible thing. But no…that’s so incorrect.
The World Meteorological Organization selects the names and the names are in rotation every six years…get it…rotation. Best part of this name game…any hurricane that is really nasty and destructive…that given hurricane name is retired…so goodbye Harvey. Prayers going out to all in the aftermath of Harvey and to those in the path of Hurricane Irma.
Mitchell spends and devotes his life to doing the “good” with passion. Such wonderful young man and a lovely dairy cow.
Mitchell Miner, 15, of Williamsburg, Iowa and Audri entered the Iowa State Fair’s youth dairy cattle show. They prepared for weeks with Mitchell leading, clipping, walking and bathing Audri nonstop up to the competition. On the day of the show, Mitchell woke up at 3 a.m. his third straight early-morning rise putting the final touches on Audri.
Mitchell and Audri ended up placing fifth out of seven contestants, after hard competition, the two took a nap together.
“Each morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.” Buddha
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Stay your path…
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
– Henry David Thoreau
“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” E.B. White
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Hanging out with the hummers.
Coming home means hanging out with the hummers. I don’t worry about them when I’m gone. I just miss them. My husband, the actual-factual, logical-biostatistician, said incredulously, “They fly up to me like they missed me.” He’s not used to thinking like this, but he can’t help noticing such obvious birdy behavior. Speaking of birdy […]