One day the brown chameleon wakes up blue but I can only change my clothing shop for every color of the rainbow and stuff my closet overfull Someone is always left out in the game of musical chairs and we are all as exposed as the naked emperor who thought he was dressed in […]
AKA Olden Bloom, a neighborhood scene and one of my favorite summertime photo-ops. __________________Shadow Shot Sunday
Can’t watch TV these days without a flash flood warning breaking in. Can’t go to the Country Club pool because it threatens thunder and lightening or rains every afternoon. Can’t watch the rain-date fireworks all the way through without having to run for cover. The chicken’s yard is a mud pit and I hope we […]
1. We talk about our chickens almost as much as we talk about our grandkids, which is why I found THIS rant about how chickens are a gateway livestock very funny. 2. Ever since we lost two chickens to a vagrant dog last week, I check the remaining ones every time they make a peep or […]
My ambition rises in a sluggish summer day to the number of squash bugs in my garden Death by squish is not for the squeamish I’m the mother of butternut Out of my way! __________From Muses Like Moonlight_______dVerse Poets Pub
~ The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on July 5, 2013. A parade of about 40 people marched down Main Street on Saturday for the first Floyd Pride event. The event was sponsored by Floyd PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) and coincided with other Pride marches across the globe. […]
A rare spot of sun shone on the daisies at the library after days of downpour rain. Watch a video of some Floyd flooding taken on July 3rd HERE. _____________Shadow Shot Sunday
Lunch Ladies Look Who’s Coming to Dinner Flower Girls The Garden Hood Ornament The Pied Piper of Ridge Haven I like to call this picture “Chicken Gate” becasue it has a suspenseful ring to it.
1. I call today’s photo A Puddle of Muddle and Mud. 2. When we were kids we would ask each other ‘would you rather be deaf or blind?’ These days the question might be ‘would you rather be flooded or be in drought?’ 3. I think we can start calling “Climate Change” “Climate Changed.” “By […]
Writing poetry on the road is a cold burger in an oil stained bag from a fast food chain It’s an untuned radio playing two songs at once the hint of a headache and sand in your shoes It’s a pen that skips in a Dollar Store notebook with a spiral binding that pokes you […]
