More redneck lawn art

Two of my fabulous friends and I started a blog to help keep us [better] connected across the miles that separate us. My post this week is about redneck lawn art. I had a pleasant little promenade down memory lane browsing through my archived photos of Ferdinand, the old farm truck. Here are a few more of my favorite snaps: 

"I'm ready for my close-up"

the neighbor's cows are fascinated with him too ... 

this one gives me the impression Ferdie has a runny nose

I love the way the wheel turned out in this pic

spidey's web just about makes the perfect frame...

Circumstances. Shirk-um-stances.

The iris on the north end of the house is a reblooming iris: normally it blooms once in early spring and once in later summer.
Today is the first of December. We've had several nights already with temperatures hovering around freezing. I'm pretty sure this flower missed the memo that it's now ... winter. Or, maybe it simply doesn't care about the calendar. Either way, it's defiantly blooming when conventional wisdom says it shouldn't.

An iris blooms, that its' job.

And this particular iris obviously takes it's job seriously. So seriously, it forgot to care about when. Boundaries can be useful, but they can also limit capacity. Because it forgot to watch the weather forecast, it will bloom three times this year instead of only two. When I took this picture, it struck me how productive I could be if I were a little more iris-like. If I were to pay less attention to circumstances and just go do what I'm good at doing ... I could have a longer Done list.

This morning's observation also has me thinking about how (and why) I sometimes let circumstances dictate the quantity of my accomplishment. I haven't come to any actionable conclusions ... yet ...but I'm definitely going to keep mulling this over!