Hidden There it was in a tree; As we passed by, we could see! A shape, not natural like bark or leaf or beak. Still, it chose us for whom to speak. What treasure will be found inside? Maybe none, but instead, garbage stuck in a place to hide. There it was in a tree!…
Month: October 2020
Dumbfounded over Division
As the United States draws near to our presidential election next week, I see more and more divisiveness online and in the media. To me it seems it has been a campaign of hate, and negative advertisement. Neither side can make promises that they know will be kept because of having to work with the…
Wildlife Wednesday: Things That Fly
Silent Sunday: Trees
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Poetry Friday: Celebrating Jack Prelutsky
Today, on Poetry Friday, I want to celebrate the poet Jack Prelutsky. I own several of his holiday poem books, gifted to me by my mom who used them for years in her third grade classroom. Subsequently, I used them for years for my third grade writer’s circle. Jack Jack Prelutsky is an American born…
Insomnia Revisited
Throughout the pandemic, my insomnia has been practically non-existent. At first, I was surprised and not really sure why this was the case. Then, I realized that the pandemic is something that I cannot control or even try to control. I listened to the scientific experts and tried to do my best to follow their…
Slice of Life: Subjects of Substance
Lately, my posts have been pretty light. I’ve been thinking about why that is. Most likely it’s because I need to organize these posts before I write them. I need to find the facts to support my case. I need to be firm in my opinions and back them up. And, I just have not…
Gas: Fallin’ Apart Only to be put Back Together!
This probably isn’t the post you think it is given the title, but I had to have a little fun! We had interesting Saturday and, subsequently, Monday mornings. It’s gotten cold here. Friday, I decided to turn the heat on. I never paid attention, but apparently the furnace did not fire up. Saturday morning, when…
Silent Sunday: Staying Warm
Poetry Friday: My Quilt
My Quilt The quilt I made had some mistakes, I tried to cover them up and still have it not look fake. A new project for this weird, weird time, kept me going and turned out sublime. The cover now recalls a trip or more, to places that could never, ever bore. Our National Parks,…