I’m jumping in late today for Poetry Friday because Jone is our host this week. She has been such a support to me over the last couple of years that I try to return support to her in any way I can. Please visit her website @ https://www.jonerushmacculloch.com/ for all the latest. She’s been busy and so very good for the world of poetry!

This week has been super busy. My husband and I voted in our local/state elections on Tuesday. We were pleased with the results for a Democratic State Supreme Court Justice.

Wednesday is our morning out for breakfast. We went and enjoyed one of our favorite places.

I’ve been working on a new website – leaving WordPress after June of this year. I’ve been on this platform since February 2017, when I started a blog to write for Slice of Life in March of that year. It’ll be an author website, not just a blog. It’s been fun to see it come together.

Tuesday was the 2nd book birthday for Picture Perfect Poetry: An Anthology of Ekphrastic Nature Poetry for Students. It’s for sale on Amazon, here. I now have copies at a local gift boutique, too, in the town closest to us. It’s where I have my jewelry on consignment. I hope they are seen there by local teachers and patrons.

In addition, I’ve been participating in the 100-day challenge, making jewelry each day, crocheting, or painting with watercolors, as the spirit moves me creatively each day. No one can accuse me of being idle, for that I am not!

My husband has been busy cleaning up our yard, which is mostly a mixed hardwood -coniferous woodland. I’ve contributed a little by picking up random sticks and adding them to the piles he has to shred.

The snow is almost gone. But the lake is just starting to open. I took these photos at 7:15 pm tonight, and as you can see, it has a ways to go.

Lastly, I am working on some other writing and dabbling in some poetry. The start of this poem was inspired by a tree in our yard that was starting to bud.

Outside the window 
Pink blossoms glow
Covered by a new light snow

Spring is supposed to be here
But it is not, or so I fear
It must be somewhere

© Draft,  Carol Labuzzetta, 2026

And another, which is not for the younger set:

The damselfly of the swampy bog, 
gets lit when being chased by a frog.

She flys to and fro reaching all the
Places a frog cannot go.

Taking delight when alit on a mossy log.
She spies the frog drinking the pond's green grog.

Instead of chasing her with his tongue, 
The frog seems content with pond scum.

© Draft, Carol Labuzzetta, 2026.

And I'm reading three books at once, which is a feat for me. But one is a book on writing many types of poetry. I'm enjoying it. The other are fiction novels, and both quite good as well. 

As we head into the weekend, we have travel plans - to meet friends in Eau Claire for dinner and then go to the Twin Cities to see our youngest son and his fiancée. I'm looking forward to enjoying both.

Thanks for stopping by! Take care and be well. Thanks for hosting, Jone!