image link Words escape me for today, so I will let the music speak for me.
Author: Lisa or Li
#MMB 2025– July — “Black Day in July,” by Gordon Lightfoot
[I wrote the song] as a newspaper man would write an article.— Gordon Lightfoot, about “Black Day in July” Gordon Lightfoot remains one of my most beloved love song writers/balladeers, but he’s just as phenomenal at chronicling impactful bits of human history. Most everybody knows his song, “Edmund Fitzgerald.” He’s written about colonizing nature’s…
Did you know… today is World UFO/UAP Day? And that 2025’s Roswell UFO Festival is happening right now?
image link Not sure how it came about, but I saved this date in my calendar. Learn more about the annual festival (this year is the 78th!) here and here. Here is a news report from last year: Here’s the report for this year: I know a few of you have shared your UFO experiences…
#FF — First Impressions
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart First Impressions First look at my new post relieved me with its Queen Anne style, painted in coordinating original shades of blues and creams; red begonia garden with fragrant-blossomed tree; framed by white picket fence. After my previous post at dilapidated Windrush, with master’s grasping hands and gaslighting, I felt…
Mid-June Miss Toad
Mid-June, while doing a plant check around the yard, I found Miss Toad hunkered down amongst the new prickly pear cacti. She stayed there for a number of days, but now she is gone. I think she chose a dangerous but safe place to rest. I wonder where she is now? soft and warty cool…
Hydroponic Tower Garden (updates)
A couple of weeks ago I went to the library and noticed a strange new gadget. There were no plants in it at the time. At first I thought it was a 3D printing project as the library has a 3D printer. I asked and was told it was not printed by the 3D printer…
dVerse — OLN — Fisherwoman (dedicated to Zhuangzi)
Fisherwoman (Dedicated to Zhuangzi)Traveling here and there,doing this and that,few notice the fisherwomanon stone, lichen-covered bridge;straw hat, tattered cotton clothes,can of bait dug from garden,bamboo pole, and bucket.Mirror, she likewise takes no notice;our frantic ways spinning through.When way of human ceases, you willfind she’s still there, fishing,accepting the cyclicity of things.In an end, as in…
