Kathleen H. Taylor

Welcome back to Beason. We hope you enjoy this overview of the best little place in the county.

I had my first experience in weed-eating this past week. From this experience, I can now give amateurs some tips on this favorite farm sport. Please be aware of the wires around your home and what they are for. You know there's a story behind that, don't you? I was weed eating, listening to my MP3 and refereeing a fight between children. It has always been said farm chicks are good at multitasking. I don't really consider myself a farm chick, just a wannabe or more like a havetobe. You know how they say don't listen to an MP3 while driving a car? Rest assured this rule should also apply to weed eating.

That magical piece of technology puts one in another world. Although, they are still handy to drown out children screaming at each other. Anyway, the weed eater apparently got hooked up in a wire coming out of the house. (That's how high the weeds were around the house-the daisies looked cute, but they were taking over the place) I totally freaked out and hoped the wire wasn't to anything critical (such as the Internet, I would have withdrawal in no time) Ethan explained to me it was a ground wire (like I knew what that meant?) and all the technical details that went with that. So, I said, 'just tell me is it important or not?" Apparently, it's something important. Thankfully, it didn't shred it enough to ruin the wire.

Another helpful hint is being aware of your arms turning to jello after the job is finished. I was outside for a long time and was pretty proud of myself for doing so much manual labor. But, I paid for that moment of pride. My arms turned to jello as soon as I put that wire shredder down. I was so pathetic.

The boys and I are hoping to make it a habit to walk every night. They usually ride their bikes instead of walk I always scope out the terrain for something to take a picture of. I usually end up taking photos of my kids. But, that's OK, they are only young once. Avery is quite the ham so he will strike a pose at any given time. I think he is preparing for a career in being a GAP model.

Ethan is at the age where he'd rather not be in pictures. However, when I do come across something amazing it's when I don't have the camera. For example, we saw a baby deer curled up in some tall grass and of course the camera was at work. We grabbed our cell phones and tried to take some photos with them. That was a joke. One evening, I did manage to get a picture of a rainbow that I am proud of. I stood in the rain on route 50 to capture it. Everyone that went by either blew their horn or thought I didn't have sense enough to get out of the rain. Just call me Forrest Gump.

I need to give a shout out to my friend Thelma. I haven't seen her in a really long time. I think she is really a James Bond girl, always on a mission. Anyway, miss you and love you friend!

Congratulations go out to Annie Sparks and her husband-to-be Joey. I would offer to throw you a bachelorette party, but, perhaps it might be hazardous to one's health. I could probably arrange some sort of Post-Wedding Bash. It sounds like a perfectly good reason to grill and have fireworks. If you can't make it, we'll do it anyway in your honor. We'll be thinking of you between oooo's and ahhhh's of the fireworks display.

In closing, I will leave you with a quote. I hope you like it as much as I do. "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy. They are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."-Marcel Proust.

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