My birth Mom turned 85 last Saturday. There was supposed to be a special birthday party with all her children that could make it there (four out of six of us) and her grandchildren. But Mom cancelled the party a couple days beforehand. It’s really too bad because she hasn’t felt well and she’s been…
When it says dry clean There might be a reason. But what? When it’s cotton? What could it hurt to wash it? Save a few bucks. Oh… Not quite colorfast… The photo does not do it justice A very rich purplish red hue Running down the sink Bloody bleeding enough For Halloween
Writing a poem today was a struggle, which may be evident. Usually I just throw out whatever comes into my head, only feeling the need for slight changes. But this one came out awkward, the cadence and message lost. I’m blaming this on the dreariness and demands of the day. All the creatures were feeling…
It’s been three years ago today that my Dad passed away. The photo above is the last shot I have of us together. It was taken in May of 2008. My Dad left behind a lot of questions and having those questions go unanswered, has left behind some hurt. But this morning, I remembered my…
The Last Nice Day Or so I hear I walk off miles of anxious While geese gather Like thoughts Honking loudly Is it safe? Should we land? Is this a good spot? Do I know you? The sun rises and sets Rivers flow Dogs smile Leaves turn And then fall There are cycles There are…
The plan was to post tomorrow with photos of my cute new chicks. Alas, the hatchery won’t have two of the birds I ordered until next Thursday so no cute chick photos. You’ll have to settle for fungus. The chick delay is probably good as it allows more time for coop completion. Plus I have…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)