When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?
This week went well. Whacked my hand as I was leaving for work on the door frame like I forgot it was bloody attached. Plus, it has rained so much this week (had to go back and edit that since, it ain’t done yet, apparently) that all the aches became pains, and they joined forces with a few I hadn’t met yet, and thus I … Continue reading When Does Feminine Mystique Become Crazy Old Lady?
I Was Trumped By A Squirrel
Not that I’m at all surprised, and while I would not go so far as to say I ‘hate’ him (as I now see quite plainly it is a he, as you too can see), I do have a strong loathing. I expected this. I did. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ And it was all my fault, I accept that. I let him get to me. If I had … Continue reading I Was Trumped By A Squirrel
Where The Music Takes Me
I have this friend of mine, Crossroads I’ve called him in the past, but he’s known as D3, so thusly he shall be referred. Well, his eclectic collection of music often has me either nostalgic, amused, or otherwise. This collection spans many genres and is present on vinyl, cassette or CD. Once, just a simple K.T. Oslin tape had me remembering things about those “80’s … Continue reading Where The Music Takes Me
Tree Rats And Other Nonsense
Watching the Cardinals enjoy the sunflower seed from the feeder outside my window is one of those simple pleasures. Their morning song awakens the dawn and throughout the day they are joined by sparrows, Nuthatches and that annoying squirrel balancing in mid-air on one leg, attached to this small 1-inch diameter Maple sapling, and so I went out a half hour ago and chopped ‘er … Continue reading Tree Rats And Other Nonsense
garden
of the between a gift of peace and letting go in the silence of the cardinals song Continue reading garden
lost & found wandering
some days like the other day, I just go wherever the colours take me and i become lost in Cherry blossoms against the blue of the sky and you almost forget everything the day, the week, even your very existence, with nothing left inside but hope and beauty, and the next breath is an eternity away It was a beautiful day, and feeling thankful, and … Continue reading lost & found wandering
Why I Ignored The Elephant In The Room
I survived, and barely a whisper of the name was uttered. Personally, I find that it is counterproductive to beat me over the head with every brain-dead thing I may say or do, and a surefire way to get me to stick to my guns. So I decided to take the high road with my Father. As many news outlets feel compelled to drink at … Continue reading Why I Ignored The Elephant In The Room
this patch of earth
that is where you will find me, where the sidewalk ends by the river bank posted for the weekly photo challenge / EARTH Continue reading this patch of earth
Surprise Photography
I guess it stems from the sense that as one gets older there seem to be fewer and fewer surprises. And so, I every once in a take random shots, don’t look in the viewfinder, just snap. Or, like today, I set it on the ground where I can’t see what it sees. Afterward, I don’t look at them until I upload them onto my … Continue reading Surprise Photography
How To Make Sweet Tea
I closed my eyes and took that first tentative sip. Instantly, I was back in time, sitting on my southern Great Grandma’s porch, sipping sweet tea, staring out at that silly yellow ribbon my cousin and I had put around that old oak tree that shaded the front porch (although, I think the tree was a Maple, actually). It’s THAT tea I’ve tried to create … Continue reading How To Make Sweet Tea
and who for a dime
a play on patterns of the past with strikes at night a use of might that hid the other hand for who the actor who the fifth and who plays who this time Continue reading and who for a dime
The Comfort Of Historical Knowledge
A couple weeks ago found myself cross-legged on the floor washing off the dirt of the winter from my front door, and suddenly I had tears running down my face. They were brought on by this beautiful rendition of Simple Gifts, performed by Yo Yo Ma and Allison Krause. It speaks to something, I suppose. Some vision, more faery tale, I have of the land of … Continue reading The Comfort Of Historical Knowledge
remains of an orchard
the sublime enchantment of wandering the ruins of the apples thru gothic corridors of their dead branches and the scent of a new spring gives way to the density of that wild; and tis where the blooms remain. submitted for the weekly photo challenge \ dense Continue reading remains of an orchard
by PaulaB 