Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
No tiny old man and eight flying reindeer. Something more fantastical than that; the sun!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Emerald green and overgrown, that is how my garden grows.
We are stuck in a low pressure system, which means it rains a lot. The green outside the window is so vibrant it looks like a bad editing job.
I will mention the devastation in Moore, Oklahoma. It is difficult to comprehend something like this, my mind doesn't grasp it. So, I feel a heaviness in my soul and I look out at an unreal green as I go to the quiet place in my humanity which allows me to carry on in the face of so much sorrow. May the people of Moore find their way, which is beyond my imagination how.
Monday, May 20, 2013
We are saturated. The rain is welcome, but all at once? I must shush myself, we have had a couple of years of drought; rain is good.
I am off to buy my plantings, with high hopes for this growing season, short as it is. Goodday to all.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Time flies, whether you are having fun or not. I am surprised to see it has been six months since I last looked in here. I don't know what I've been doing but I must be occupied with something.
We got through winter by the second week of May, we stepped right into summer and have now arrived at monsoon season. All in three weeks time, gotta love Minnesota. Otherwise, it's insanity.
Howard is still Howard. My little stub muffin. Grace is her elusive self, a little stiff in the hips, but still camera shy.
This handsome fellow showed up at my barn in the late winter. It seems he was someone's pet which became a grown tom. I suppose the cost of neutering was too great so he was turned loose in the country. Lucky for him he moved into my hayloft because he is too friendly to make it outside. I got him neutered and gave him to my mother. As you can see, he is living large in St. Paul.
I guess this is all the news fit to print. Time to batten the hatches, weather the storm and hope I don't end up in Oz.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Photo by Sam Abell
I feel a nostalgia for the time spent here, earnestly composing thoughts, feelings and random nothings. Enjoying the release and relief you gave me when I needed it. Wandering the pages of my fellow scribblers was a welcome diversion from the life.
I lost it somehow. Poof.........gone! It started slowly, the attraction fading, the words drying and falling from my brain, parched and dusty; sawdust of the mind. One day, we simply parted, whispering we would get together again sometime soon, knowing the truth beneath the promise was, no.
I found a new place, an easy diversion: Facebook. Please, dear blog, do not judge me harshly. Once words poured through my fingertips and traveling the sphere of ideas and intellect through the click of a mouse was a pleasing adventure. After a time it became an impossible journey. When your mind becomes as dry as the Gobi the only thing to do is status updates.
I'm glad I stopped in for a visit. Perhaps we can do it again sometime, sometime when drought will cease and thought sprouts like the dandelions in my lawn. Catch you later, gator.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Friday, June 15, 2012
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.
~ Yogi Berra
Yesterday, the end of humankind, today tacos and Berra, served up on a blog. Lunch was good, the ground is saturated and I will do almost anything to avoid cleaning the house. That's all the news fit to print.
Now we all know why I retired the blog. : )
Thursday, June 14, 2012
The earth laughs in flowers ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
The earth isn't laughing so much of late, I think. She is having a conniption fit over our lack of care and understanding and I believe she will have the last bitter laugh if we are not careful of her.
Phytoplankton is not reproducing at an adequate rate. Phytoplankton is that microscopic stuff floating on the oceans surface which provides food for much of the marine life, and this is important, it provides about 50% of the earths oxygen. In other words, if this continues, we are screwed.
And the beat goes on........