Ever have a good cloud day? A day when the skies are blue, the trees are a bright, tender green and the clouds, giant and fluffy beyond compare? The kind of fluffy-puffy that soars miles high yet has a perfectly flat bottom? This was a good cloud day. I was amazed by them while driving…
Good morning dear readers! I hope this little walk finds you all well with the world going your way! And, if not, maybe these photos will brighten your day. Last night we had a wild storm, lightening, thunder, tiny bits of hail and enough rain to drown the town. But the rain was needed, the…
Since I began this blog almost 2 years ago, this has been my longest break. I have barely even seen my computer these past couple of weeks. It wasn’t an intentional break, it just kinda happened. Rather than go on and on about all the pitiful reasons I’ve abandoned y’all. I’ll simply let my pictures…
Now, before any of y’all get your feathers in a wad. I am NOT a supporter of cock fights, dog fights, people fights or any violence in general. And, all I wanted to do tonight was watch the Academy Awards. I’ve been looking forward to it for days. Only, when I went to turn it on…
Do you ever get headaches? The kind that blind your mind and make you want to scream? I do. Not very often, thank God, only 3 or 4 a year. I had one this week. The day was beautiful and I had a ton of wonderful things planned, including a blog for you. That didn’t…
I am aware that recently I’ve bombarded your news feed and in-boxes with silly poems and walks. So, I figured I better post something at least half-way useful. If you are like me, and still have pumpkins from Halloween on your porch and a Christmas wreath on your front door, you will find this helpful. …
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…
Wednesday, December 2nd, was, I assume, glorious. I would not know. I felt like hell. Or death warmed over. Maybe even death warmed over in hell, if there is such a thing. But that doesn’t make sense because if I felt like death warmed over and I was in hell, it would be really hot. …
The Wicked Chicken 