What Happens to all the Leaves?

Where do all the leaves go?  It seems like the oak and hickory woods of Southern Missouri should either be covered in 10 feet of top soil or 40 feet of leaves.  It's neither.  I may ask Klietus to do some light leaf-research if he's not too busy riding his motor-scooter from Arkansas to Alaska and back.  I'll check on that and in the mean time try to keep you reasonably posted....  

Simple Shakers

Most of the good things in life are simple and uncomplicated.  Like this salt and pepper shaker set perched on my Mom's window sill above her kitchen sink.  If I'm not mistaken (I'll have to confirm this with Mom), these are the same salt and pepper shakers that sat on the kitchen table in our home the entire time I was growing up.

Simple and uncomplicated?  You bet!  And, they work just as good today as they did 50 years ago.  Just turn them upside down, shake, and VOILA;  instant awesome hamburger!  No instructions required, no politics involved and so darn simple even a hard-headed (fill in the blank with the derogatory term that best describes the people who affiliate with the political party you just loath) could do it!
On random related and unrelated topics...I'll try to keep you posted.

Meandering & Lounging

Ol' Maxie Pad was one of the sweetest dogs God ever placed on the earth!  This picture was taken several years ago, shortly after his first encounter with the bovine.  Upon seeing this particular cow standing just on the other side of this fence with several of it's friends, Max ran at it at full speed, unaware of the barbed-wire fence that stood between them.  When he hit the fence, all 105 pounds of my old friend came to an immediate dead-stop.  It scared the snot out of me and for a couple of seconds I thought it might have killed him, or at least, cut him up real bad.  

Somehow, there wasn't a scratch on him, as far as I could find.  After he shook it off he walked back over to the cow and stood there waiting to see what it would do.  The rest of the cows meandered off; all except this one Ol' gal.  I don't know if it was her first encounter with a dog, but she warmed up to Max almost immediately.

From that point on Max never chased another cow; although he did bark at them every time he saw a heard meandering around a pasture.  Funny how the only thing cows seem to ever do is eat, meander, lounge and make room for more food.  And that's probably why Max ended up getting along so well with the bovine.  Like my old K9 companion, the cow seems to have a lot of this stuff figured out🐮🐮🐮