Here's some first color for your page...make yourself at home.  Compared to FB, this place is non-existent, but that may be to your liking; I hope! There's some good groups and people here...let me know if you need any help getting around, it's pretty straightforward though, especially if you are used to Ning sites at all, like Garden Share.

Later, Sylvia...Jim

Welcome, Sylvia

Howdy and welcome!

Just for the woman that hates being up with the sun more than anyone else I know...another one!  Hope you enjoy it vicariously!  JIm

There once was a farm near Brenham, TX that had those Dutch Belted cattle. I always enjoyed seeing them on my way to Brenham. Very rare to see in Texas.

and have a nice day!

Thank you for that great photo, Sylvia.  I'm really not trying to razz you too much about being up with the sun...I understand fully the desire to be able to "choose" one's rising time, I'm really just a morning person (and that includes several hours before the sun even throws a glimmer on the horizon.)  As for sleep (which you wondered about in one comment or another)...I seldom take more than four hours a night.  Just a metabolism thing, I guess.  (Fibro also accounts for a certain amount of sleeplessness, but my habits have varied little over the last forty years or so.)  Thanks again, and it is a pleasure seeing you around here....stick some of those great photos in the Garden and/or Planet Earth groups, the decor can use a nice feminine touch!   Jim

Sacred Earth

 

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our
joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and
economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward,
every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant,
every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child,
inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt
politician, every "superstar", every "supreme leader", every saint and
sinner in the history of our species lived there — on a mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam. ~Carl Sagan