Home to say goodbye

While I was in New Orleans, my mother called to tell me that her mother had passed away. She had been sick for a very long time and fading fast in the last couple of weeks, so it was somewhat expected, but it meant going home for the funeral right after getting back. Generally everything went ok, but it is a pretty tough time for my mom. I'd say she is more sensitive than the rest of our family, but that isn't really the case. We all feel things deeply, but the rest of us tend not to be expressive. We're bottlers. We don't seem to know what to do to help expressive people in pain and end up not being very supportive. Wanting to help and not knowing what to do isn't a good feeling. Anyway, my mom seems to be doing ok and getting through.

Naturally, while I was home I played with my nephew. He demands an audience with his Aunt Dufus. He was obsessed with a John Deere tractor catalog. In this picture he is showing it to his great uncle Ken...
I also took some pictures on my mom's flowers. Each time I go home, there seems to be another set in bloom...



And then there are the various animals. Here is a mama cat and a kitten, and no, it isn't her kitten...
What happens when a kitten shakes his head very quickly? His ears fall off...
My brother thinks this mama cat had her kittens the day I came home, but I don't think they've found them yet...
Watch out, I'm going to pounce on you...

Sara says, "Don't play with the cats and ignore me!"
And a bee butt...
While I was in the yard taking pictures, my dad was gathering stuff to take to burn. I decided to go along with him. As soon as we got into the truck I asked him if there was an guaranttee of seeing deer on this trip. He said no guaranttee, but given that it was almost dark, there was a pretty good chance. Less than a minute later he pointed out about a dozen deer down at the end of one of the bottom fields. This was one grouping...

We also saw a couple of bunnies on the field road...
This is the truck that my dad drove when I was a kid: a 1955 International. I might take more pictures of this in the future. Oh the memories.
The fields seemed so peaceful...


And the purpose of the mission was to burn some trash. I really like how some of the pics of the fire turned out...

Finally, note that when your dad warns you about something, you should listen. After he lit the fire, my dad said that there are some aerosol cans in there that might explode so we should stay behind the truck. I took some pictures from pretty close and then went to stand by him. We were chatting away when all of the sudden there was a big boom and the fire jumped much higher in the air. My dad ducked down and I just stood there looking at the fire. I didn't get hit by any shrapnel, but I easily could have, and my dad proceeded to tell me some stories of people who did.