Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows. — Henry David Thoreau What I love to do is grow and nurture — see living things go through all those mysterious stages of development. It’s where I feel most alive and close to something big and mysterious. When people ask me…
Finally! A nice day! Yeh! See Maery doing the happy dance! You know it’s been tough weather-wise when a bit of sun and temps in the 60s make you crazily jubilant! Lots got done today – raking, cutting down some buckthorn, gathering and burning branches, clearing flower beds of leaves and old growth, a couple…
Paper, emails, messages, class assignments They arrive faster than a roadrunner cartoon Anvils rain from the sky Duck! Hide under the desk! “Take me down to the river” She whispers Where tufts of white Glide between stone blue ice Two, then four, then more Silent as statues Three observers One human, two not Watch from…
“There are times in your life where all you can do at the end of the day is turn out the lights, flop on the bed, and throw in the towel… The very act of giving up becomes a starting point. You clear your head. You still your beating heart. You navigate the rocky shoals,…
Fall Colors burned Singed Like a hot brand
It was a hot chocolate day An overcast day A damp day A day that took the crunch Out of the leaves And made dogs muddy It was a dog bath kind of day Or one bath One failed attempt Can you see who’s wet and who isn’t? It was a day To try and…
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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)