A 100 Years from Now, Like in 2124

 In 100 years, like in 2124, we will all be buried with our relatives and friends.

Strangers will live in our homes we fought so hard to build, and they will own everything we have today. All our possessions will be unknown and unborn, including the car we spent a fortune on, and will probably be scrap, preferably in the hands of an unknown collector.

Our descendants will hardly know who we were, nor will they remember us. How many of us know our grandfather's father?
After we die, we will be remembered for a few more years, and then we will be just a portrait on someone's bookshelf. A few years later, our history, photos, and deeds will disappear into history's oblivion. We won't even be memories.

If we paused one day to analyze these thoughts, we might understand how ignorant and weak the dream of achieving it all really was.

If we could only think about this, our attitudes and thoughts would change, and we would be different people. We will always have more, and there will be no time for what's valuable in this life. I'd change all this to live and enjoy the walks I've never taken, these hugs I didn't give, these kisses for our children and our loved ones, and these jokes we didn't have time for.

Those would certainly be the most beautiful moments to remember; afterward, they would fill our lives with joy.
And we waste it day after day with greed and intolerance.

Sally, The Donkey & Speck, The Horse

This is a picture of Sally, the donkey, at my granddaughter's home south of town while my daughter, Kathy, and grandson, Carl, were visiting family from NC. It was getting dark, and I had my phone's flash on. Sally looks like she has a perfect heart in her eyes.

Speck, the horse, grazing in the wildflowers at my granddaughter's home south of town in Vicksburg, MS.

A Shoutout to Maggie Boineau

In Her Own Words:

Day two! Eight hours spotting,stalking,calling gobblers. Hardest hunting when turkeys are not vocal! Another year solo hunting. Just when I thought the hunt was over for me, today I spotted this turkey strutting about 400 yards. I slowly worked my way through the woods and found a good tree to sit and to call. I was not optimistic because he already had a hen. I put out some soft calls and within a few minutes he was looking for me. I did not use a decoy so he let out a loud gobble which got my heart racing. Seconds felt like hours but he came into range. He is not the most magnificent turkey I have killed, but my heart is so grateful. More details on my blog soon I have a new slate call and it was custom made for me! Not a great pic as a solo hunter who does NOTsleep well during turkey season! #proishunting. #camo365 #turkeyhunter #iamprois #slatecalls

My congratulations to Maggie from South Carolina in our great outdoors!!