traveler

This little lady was on my road coming home the other night.

I love how she seems to be saying :

'I'm choosing a different road to travel'...

"I'm going my own way, are you coming with me?"

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The storm passes:

Leaving us a captive of untamed beauty

under the shelter of a clear blue sky.

Her icy fingers cover all our ugliness.

Quietly, the time passes by.

A different time, perhaps-

She would nurture and provide.

Instead, she tries to rob us of our warmth

and places danger in our stride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Bah Humbug"

Well, here it is: that time of year,

and I sit and struggle,

trying to find

Christmas cheer.

 

Where did it go,

that wonder of old.

The joy and the songs

that I used to hold.

 

I struggle against

the stress and the strife,

trying to survive

another day of life.

 

Avoiding the bustle,

the madness, the drills,

the unfairness of it all.

Overwhelmed by the bills.

 

And so, once again 

I drag out the tree,

the box of ornaments,

and memories.

 

My treasures of old

tarnished silver, chipped gold 

pulled from the storage,

dark and cold...

 

cold like my spirit.

what's happened to me?

Why can't I rejoice.

I'd rather be three.

 

We pull from the box,

stars, ribbons and bows.

Glittering lights, and their

hearts are aglow.

 

Ah, and as my children

Exclaim with each one,

I live once again

in the glow of the Son.

 

I remember that ball,

How it glittered and shined.

Lights catching the eyes,

reflecting in mine.

 

How they hypnotized my thoughts

And my wishes, they grew.

I never had doubts, I was sure.

I just knew.

 

Through the window of their eyes,

I catch again, with surprise,

The stirrings of hope and harmony

Of love and joy, and company.

 

The ember burns,

and grows and warms

and fills my December

with joyous songs.

 

Look through the eyes

of the child, my friend.

To find what is lost,

to hope once again.

 

~dec. 18, 2007

Practical joker

Last night as supper was cooking, I went in to help my twins clean up thier rooms (AGAIN).....and while picking up toys, noticed a snake coming into the room from the crack by the door frame!!!!!!!!!!  ACCKKK

Hubby, of course, is at work...so mom must deal. I captured it...and got it out of my house with both of us still alive and only slightly panicky.

Returned to cleaning.........and there was another one. OMG....this one, however; was coming out of the bathroom, and there was another coming up the water pipe to the tub where it comes out of the floor. Got those also.......EIGHT snakes later, totally traumatized, close to tears, and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, I put supper on the table, fixed myself a very strong pot of coffee, drank the whole pot and tried to calm down.

Needless to say.....about an hour later....potty duty called and I went into the bathroom to find that one(or both?) of my dear 10 year old daughters had placed a "real life looking" rubber snake on the rug in front of the toliet.

Hey!!!........are you laughing???? my husband was when I called and told him about it. It's ok...I can *see* the funny in it.........I am just not impressed. I am not laughing. well, ok...a snicker....occasionally.

isn't that trick something boys are supposed to do???

Precious babies

Precious babies delight the heart when all is dark and dim.

They shine a light that breaks the haze and gives us peace within.

How could I continue another day had I not the chance to see.

The spirit, and the enchantment that shines on thier face for free.

Lord, grant to me, a simple desire...

that i shall never be.

Without the company of those blessed.

with innocence and purity.

Peeps

Hey Little froggie,

listen to me.

You'd have more fun

living in a tree.

 

High rise accomodations

aren't just for the birds.

Just wanted to mention that

in case you hadn't heard.

 

Oh! Leave me alone!!!

Go Away, I say!

Let me crawl in my home.

I don't want to play.

The grass is all brown,

the weeds are all drooping.

The dogs are panting,

and the birds have stopped cooing.

It's simply too hot

On this August day.

 

 

 

 

 

Rough draft

You know, I'm getting old.

(And that's 'tween you and me.)

I'm feeling like I need to leave

some kind of legacy.

and so, I've set aside my family,

and my responsibility

I've decided to follow a dream of mine,

I've had since I was thirty-three.

A book! I'm going to write.

What kind should it be?

Possibly a mystery.

I've so many stories to tell.

A personal history?

That would do just as well.

And as I sit and stare

At the page in front of me.

The realization burns

like the embers of the fire.

I'd do just as well to simply retire.

All the letters in the world,

all the papers made from trees

won't do me any good today

cause i've not got much to say.

 

pj

The Sentinel

Silently poised, the Sentinel awaits.

Ever on guard, awaiting his fate.

Clad in his armor he watches and listens.

The sun in his eyes, on the water it glistens.

 

The enemy approaches! He sounds the alarm.

He must keep his fellows safe from all harm.

Quickly! To the walls! Prepare for the fight.

It might be for a season, it might be for the night.

 

Swept into battle, he makes his last stand.

His valor unnoticed by all other men.

Was his work with out purpose? Is his life all in vain?

Did he spare just one other from suffering pain?

 

Ah; dear sentinel, had you lived you would see

How your quiet watch sheltered me.

You'd know in an instant it's part of the plan.

And you'd not change a thing if you had to do it again.

 

 

 

 

The Pickle Tree

Okay, I know what you're thinking. These are photos of a cucumber plant in my garden. But let me tell you what happened a few years ago and then you'll understand why I call it a pickle tree.

 

I had just come from working in the garden when one of my sisters and her family arrived for a visit. After a quick wash up, I was pouring all of us a cup of coffee when she noticed the bushel of cucumbers I'd harvested and asked me what in the world I was going to do with that many cukes.

 

While it was obvious to me...it apparently wasn't to her. Okay. Well, I told her...I'm getting ready to make pickle relish like grandma used to make. My family goes through at least 60 pints of it a year and I was almost out. Her next remark floored me. See...there's not THAT many years between us, and we were both raised the same way. I know she's blonde...but ummm....

 

"You can't make relish out of cucumbers" "You have to use pickles" she said.

 

I asked her where she thought pickles came from........"Uh....a pickle tree!" Sheesh, doesn't everyone know that.

 

I'll leave it to you to guess which sister it was. :)

 

 

 

 

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