No not "Here's your sign" like comedian Bill Engvall is famous for saying. I was asking if you have a sign as a part of your "yard art." I have always wanted to add one to my collection of creative art in the back yard. I found myself recently with some left over 1- by 4-inch trim boards that were primed already. "They'd make great sign boards," I thought to myself. The hardest part of the creative process is coming up with destinations that would be clever, eye catching and of course, funny.
I asked our family for help. Our oldest son Garrett said "Norfolk, mom, that's where I'm at." So, Norfolk got a sign, 3,000 miles and an arrow pointing the direction to go.
Our middle son, Taylor, said, "Provo, mom that's where I am going to College in the fall."
Our youngest son, Davis, said, "San Diego mom, 500 miles, that's where I'm at."
Jenee offered suggestions of Neverland, Land of Oz and heaven. I liked "Uncle Mikey's," 9 miles north and "Grandma's," 12 miles southeast. My husband suggested Yellowstone (my favorite vacation spot).
This was a fun, spur of the moment craft project. Where's your sign?
Observing the birds
A pair of red robins have been making a nest in my climbing rose at the front of our house. She laid eggs in the nest, three of them. But a week or so later, I found two little light blue eggs on the lawn below the nest. One was cracked open and cleaned out. The other egg felt hollow. She still came back to the nest and I wondered if she could lay more eggs. Weeks have passed and now I see the parents bringing worms to the nest. They must have hatched. I didn't want to disturb them, so I waited until I knew the parents were out hunting. Wow, to my surprise, there are two babies sitting with their mouths open. They look so big already. It couldn't have been that long, could it?
About the time the robins occupied this nest, a pair of quail seemed to be intent in hiding under the miniature rose bush in this same planter. I thought birds didn't want to nest where there is foot traffic. These guys are within 15 feet of my front door. Well, they must be silly, because anytime these past few weeks that I walk out front, the male quail "beats feet" out of that bush. I haven't seen mommy lately. Maybe soon we will see a covey of babies.
I love watching the birds in our yard.
-- Lisa Welch is a Johnson Lane resident and can be reached at 267-9350.
