Wind Chimes

This wind chime I made years ago.  I have always used vintage glass-ware (long before it was called vintage and very collectable) and with 5 kids they were often broken.  What to do with the beautiful, thick colored glass?   Sometimes the pieces were put into a mosiac, or collected in a jar, but usually found their way into a wind chime.

                                An old hanging lamp top was used to hang the glass-ware from

These two wind chimes were made from old bits and pieces found at the different places we have lived.   Old utensils, a real glass piece from a old 36 Buick's  tail-light, gallon jug necks, spark plugs and colored glass.   I have 4 box crates just full of items waiting to be made into chimes.  When making your own use heavy duty fishing line and a strong adhesive  to glue the glass to a beading hasp for hanging.   If hung outside in the sun the line gets brittle in a few years and breaks so hang them in the shade.

I hung these chimes in the sunroom, excess wind can  shatter the glass as it hits into each other.  A soft breeze coming through an open window makes these chimes play a beautiful melody.  One of my favorite chimes was made from a collection of old different sized hand- made nails.   If you make one send pictures and I'll post them.

I'm Parched !!

I actually painted this in beautiful colors, however without any rain this spring this is how I look.  Everything is covered in dust.  There I am in my hat walking down the lane to the farm.  Little puffs of fine dust rise up to float around my cracked dry feet.  My smile is full of grit and my lips will crack when I speak.   The wind picks up the dust and twists it round and round.  I have observed several dust devils dancing in a row together, picking up tumble weeds and scattering them where they may.  Sometimes they are so tall they reach hundreds of feet into the sky and I watch in wonder.

Until the rains come I will use the water hydrant.

When my kids were little, every time is was about to rain I would send them out to do a rain dance to assure that it would rain.  One day in the spring as the clouds were building it became really cold.  The kids began their rain dancing and the rain began.  It rained harder and harder and the kids kept dancing.  All at once it turned to hail.  Big stones, as big as nickles came pounding down on their heads.  They all ran for cover under the picnic table.  After the hail subsided and the kids made it back to the house, my cute little Meadow who was 4 at the time, and in all innocence said.  "  We did a HAIL of a dance didn't we mom!"