There is a rooster that lives next door, although for what, I’m really not sure. He has no hens, he has no chicks, he has no one to call up quick. So every day he moseys over, acting like he’s sniffing clover. But he’s not fooling anyone He wants a hen, a bit of scratch,…
If I were a fairy, a white one I’d be Like the narcissus growing under my tree. Sweet and gentle, pure and strong The first to show after the winter so long. Creamy and dreamy with a scent very pleasant, They are a sweet treat for even a peasant! If I were a fairy, I’d like…
I Saw A Crow ~ Old Crow, Snow Crow Strutting through the Frost Crow. Dark Crow, Cold Crow Set against the light. Sometimes with friends, but mostly not, You forage alone, from day to night. Whimsical, serious, humorless, funny Oh, Mr. Crow, the portrait you make! Old Crow, Snow Crow Strutting through the Frost Crow Oh,…
I need to write something. I’m just not sure what. Life is so odd and living it is a mystery in itself. I thought I may write a post about the advantages of living in a small house. Only, that would be a short post because the only positive I’ve found is I can vacuum the…
Addie, my daughter who is 7, has recently become slightly obsessed with fairies and fairy houses. She builds fairy houses EVERYWHERE. I no longer have any empty clay pots, warped metal bowls or unused containers of any kind. They have all congregated under the porch holding various bits of moss, mud, water, acorn shells, sea…
If you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time, you know I publish a ‘Wicked Walk’ every Wednesday. Only, this past Wednesday, I didn’t. This was due to several reasons. Number One. Randy, my oldest and dearest rooster, has bumblefoot. I’d never heard of it but was trolling the internet trying to find…
There is nothing as pleasant, No nothing at all, than to sit and be quiet in the still of the fall. To sit, to be quiet and maybe just draw, is what I like to do in the still of the fall. The words, they fall silent, as good words should be, taking their cue…
I grew up with a lot of cousins. And there for several years I was the baby, which, loosely interpreted, translates to ‘tortured one’. Also excluded. Picked on. Left alone in the dark, in the hay bales. “Hide” they said. “We’ll come find you” they said. “Be quiet and still” they said. I walked back to my…
Have you decided what you want to be when you grow up? I am leaning towards 33 years of life and still struggle with this question. I went to Junior College, check. Went to E.M.T. school, check. Started off as an English major at Stephen F. Austin State University, half-check. I owned a bakery, had a swimming pool store, then…
Last Sunday I was attempting to be lazy and take a nap on the sofa when I heard all this horrid chirping outside the window. Peeking out I saw not only a male cardinal but two wee fledglings. I suppose the mother was taking a nap, as all mothers need to do upon occasion, so…
The Wicked Chicken 