We had a spectacular storm early on Tuesday evening. It took place after dinner, blowing in on winds from the west. I ran outside with my phone and small camera to take photos of the clouds lit with the sun from behind. A gentleman, who is a friend of a friend, told me in a…
Monday night we took a canoe ride after dinner on the small lake upon which our cabin sits on the shore. The water was calm and the lake was quiet with only a few other boats floating about. We paddled to the left and circled counter clockwise around the lake, opposite to the direction we…
There are many ideas running through my head this Friday morning. But, none seem worth writing about. It’s been a busy week. We’ve seen several people we haven’t seen in a year or more. I had lunch out with a friend yesterday. Then, I used the afternoon to pot up some of my annuals and…
We live in Wisconsin in a town that has grown over three fold in the last twenty years. Houses occupy what used to be cornfields and prairie, tightly woven together with a maze of streets and lights where once there was nothing but crickets and darkness. Human development greatly impinges on the environment. In these…
During the month of April, National Poetry Month, I have tried new forms of poetry in an attempt to step out of my “box.” The box includes the forms of poetry I am comfortable with as well as my usual writing habits. While I’ve continued to write everyday, I have also been exploring places to…
I am a life long learner. I know this because I still enjoy looking for, obtaining, and synthesizing new information. Then, I like to put the information to use because I know if I do that I will remember it better. When my husband was in medical school, they had a saying. It went something…
Trees have always fascinated me. From childhood climbs to chestnut gatherings to planting hundreds as an adult, you could say I have affinity for these living, breathing magistrates of yards, forests, and parklands. When I think about trees of my youth, several species pop into my mind’s eye. The scotch pine in the yard I…
Silence surrounds, envelopes, scolds and warns you. It can calm, comfort, and cajole, too. Silence can make you a liar or a friend. It can say I love you or, just as likely, not. It says I am listening and at the same time says, I don’t hear you, I don’t care. Silence says I…
The March Slice of Life Story Challenge has ended so I’m trying to get back into my own blogging routine which means Poetry on Friday and Silent Sunday, photo only posts on the day thought of as either beginning or ending our week. This schedule, along with a Keto Monday post on occasion and a…
During March, my participation in the Slice of Life Story Challenge has limited my Poetry Friday entries. I miss the community of poets I’ve come to know over the last year on Poetry Friday. So, today, I wrote two posts – one very brief post of the Slice of Life Story Challenge and one for…