13: For the Forsythia
1. I went for most of the day on Easter before I realized it was also April Fool’s, which made the whole day feel like a joke.
2. It all started with the memory of the Easter bonnets that we wore as kids and turned into a walk to Joe’s and my favorite view. We topped ourselves off with our very own Easter Bonnets and a selfie photo shoot.
3. I’m a fool who loves fooling but can’t keep a straight face while doing it. I prefer to be the fooler rather than the foolee, but I feel a certain pressure trying to come up with some foolproof foolery when mass foolishness is scheduled on one particular day of the year.
4. A hat is the new wig.
5. I just finished working on a story that had the two hardest words to spell in it: ukuleles and varieties. No matter how many times I used them, I had to leave it to my spellcheck to correct.
6. THIS is a clip from that story, Floyd’s first Varieties/Vaudeville Show.
7. Did they have a Neil Young Tribute just so they could write “Tonight’s the Night” on a poster? Actually, it was called “Heart of Gold” and took place Friday night at Dogtown Roadhouse to benefit SustainFloyd, a local environmental group focused on sustainable local economy. – More HERE.
8. Said to my friend in Spain who just posted photographs of a delectable looking meal spread, “fiesta has the word feast right in it.”
9. Sorrow is a beautiful country / where you meet your destiny / or the love of your life … You have to dig deep / to mine its value / be willing to bear / and wear its shine – More from The Scenic Route HERE.
10. Sorrow carves riverbeds in our soul, deepening us as it flows in and out of our lives. There is something familiar about the rising and falling of loss, how it takes up below the surface of our lives and works on us in some alchemical way. We are remade in times of grief, broken apart and reassembled. It is hard, painful and unbidden work. Now one goes in search of loss; rather it finds us and reminds us of the temporary gift we have been given, these few sweet breaths we call life. – From The Wild Edge of Sorrow by Francis Weller
11. Today I’m grieving the loss of all my tulips, eaten down to a clear cut by deer, and a very intriguing dream I had that I didn’t write down fast enough and so, forgot.
12. I’ll never forget when my little grandson Bryce said “yellow” for the first time instead of his usual “yeyow.” I was kind of heartbroken.
13. Reading the Tea Leaves on April Fools HERE.
___________Thirteen Thursday
April 4th, 2018 5:45 pm
photos making me very homesick -lovely
April 5th, 2018 6:06 am
Edible Forsythia, eh? Count your blessings.
My sister, when still a young’un said “lulloo” for yellow.
Have a great weekend, CR!
April 5th, 2018 4:24 pm
That’s alot of Forsythias! I am allergic to them now- boo hoo.
Glad you had a good Bunny Day. I used a pic of my grandson’s bunny to make a card. He didn’t recognize it!
Fools day is tough for me. My ex died that day last year, n 27 years ago I attended my Gramps’s funeral that day- n he was a BIG joker, so it was ironic!
I had no jokes this year. Good list!
April 5th, 2018 4:50 pm
The deer eat pretty much anything anymore. They’re like goats.
April 6th, 2018 3:05 pm
3. I’m a fool who loves fooling but can’t keep a straight face while doing it. I prefer to be the fooler rather than the foolee, but I feel a certain pressure trying to come up with some foolproof foolery when mass foolishness is scheduled on one particular day of the year.
4. A hat is the new wig.
this is within itself, a most wonderful, tongue-twisting word play and joke – a poem even.
and I had to copy + paste “ukuleles”
thank you for #10 – stunning!
(I also enjoyed #9)
and I mourn your loss of spring bulbs – white-tailed deer will dine on anything, just about, how they love and need the new feed/blooms so rich in nitrogen. (I almost typed in estrogen)
(I too live in wilder country where the deer are heavy feeders on any gardening attempts)
hmmm …. another poem a twiddling ….
hope you have a wonderful weekend –
April 8th, 2018 1:57 pm
Ii is really too bad that you lost that one dream/ poem, especially if it was (and I’m sure it was) as perfect as “Sorrow” posted below. Lost tulips and grandboys growing up are small sorrows, but combined with joy in both cases…. I wish you only that kind of sorrow from now on. None of the kind where it is harder to find the good points.
April 11th, 2018 10:09 am
You’re supposed to pee on the tulips to keep the deer off. April Fools day would be a good one for that.