My office mate is convinced that I’m confused about what’s fun and what’s not. Why? Well, I love my job. I think it’s fun to go to work (most of the time) and look forward to being there.
She really thought I was in backward world when I told her about my Labor Day weekend fun.
G-Man was asked to go out and check a piece of equipment. Naturally, he was told he could take me along. 🙂 I jumped at the chance, and we had a great time.
I got to go on a nice long drive with my man through country I don’t get to see every day. I asked all the questions I wanted and he patiently answered them.
And I saw something that reminded me of being a kid again.
Know what this is?
If it doesn’t make your legs itch and sting just to look at that picture, you don’t recognize this plant.
They’re bull nettles. Get into a patch of those when you’re out playing (okay, some people call it work) and you won’t stop dancing for hours.
The picture isn’t so good because the light was just too bright. We were not in danger of freezing on our little road trip! (That’s a good thing.)
Later, we left by a different way than we went in and I saw this.
It’s a sweet little cemetery in the middle of a wheat field. There are maybe twenty tombstones there, if that. G-Man didn’t pull in and let me take pictures of individual stones (he has a thing about respect) but he did stop so I could get a few good shots.
Here’s another view. I guess that’s wheat that’s been harvested. It might be something I don’t recognize. My man wasn’t sure, either.
I’d love to know the story behind that cemetery. Is it a family resting ground? Was there a church close by at some time that started that little grave yard?
Naturally, we went out to eat on the way home. And since we were over that way, sort of, we went to Drumright. I’ll give you a hint about where we ate dinner.
Hummus, tabouly, cabbage rolls. 🙂
If you guessed Joseph’s, you’d be right. Those wonderful, delicious steaks and so many side dishes you nearly founder, made the trip worthwhile, even if I hadn’t had fun.
They even gave us a bumper sticker. The one we liked best says, “Tabouly! Get in my Belly!!!”
This picture is from their website. And they’re on Facebook. (Who knew?)
Just imagine. They’ve been around since 1914. I guess it’s true what they say.
Practice really does make perfect.
So, what do you think? Was that fun or not?
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Susan Spess Shay 
September 6, 2012 at 7:26 am
I love pics of old cemeteries. I have always had some strange, morbid fascination with old grave stones! Jaz
September 6, 2012 at 7:46 pm
I grew up near a cemetery and spent lots of hours “walking” there. We were playing, truth be told, but we told Mom we were walking. Sounds nicer. 🙂
I love the oldest tombstones in the C-Town Cemetery. They’re beautiful.
September 6, 2012 at 8:42 am
Sounds like my kind of fun….there’s still some kid in us I guess. Thanks for taking us along with you.
September 6, 2012 at 7:48 pm
I had so much fun! Didn’t get to talk to any of the guys (they were tripping out to change the bit) but I watched them work. I took a few more pictures, too. 🙂
September 6, 2012 at 9:16 am
Love the dirt road picture. And the cemetery is lovely and lonely and looks like heaven compared to most cemeteries.
Gee, how have I missed bull nettles in all my years in Oklahoma?? I’ve had multiple run-ins with everything else bad here and can get hives sometimes just by going outside. 8-0
Jaz, when we lived in the Carolinas, one of our favorite ways to pass a lazy afternoon was in the old cemeteries, reading the tombstones, enjoying the solitude, learning cool stuff about people we never knew.
September 6, 2012 at 7:50 pm
You MISSED bull nettles? Hard to believe, M. I kept expecting that one to grow over and grab me before I left that afternoon. Oooowie! It missed me, though. Gotta love those old cemeteries. They’re beautiful.