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!…
observations
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…
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
Coasting into the Past
It’s been a slow day. I’ve had no get up and go, no motivation, no energy. It happens. I did manage to do one load of laundry, pull some zinnias and petunias our of our garden beds that line the driveway. But, by the time I did that it was almost 3 p.m.. This morning,…
Silent Sunday: The Best of Fall (so far)
Poetry Friday: The Cabin
Between your walls all those years ago. What was it like? Were you cold in the winter or did your fire keep you warm? Trees from the woods made your walls. Old oaks from a savanna that is no more, now covered with buckthorn galore. We know their age from counting their rings, the trees…