Doodads — Yard Pics and More

Now that the weather is making things grow and charging my soular battery I’ve been out there and taking more pics.  It’s amazing how much the heat accelerates the process.  Plus, several weeks ago I took a survey for our local conservation district as to what I would like to see their resources go to…

tanka — spring willow hula

Tender willow fronds hula in early May’s warm breeze. Birds sing their hearts out; confirm to each listener: I’m happy to be alive!

Tanka — Witch Hazels’ Spring Gathering

Ten Hazels draw close in a loose circle, waiting for moonlight’s soft spell; silver bark sprouts white tendrils who search for kin in the dark. I ordered ten witch hazel bare root shrubs over a month ago as part of a fundraiser annual plant sale for the local conservation club.  I picked them up on…

Doodads — walk around the yard today

It’s been awhile since sharing any pics, but I’ve been pretty busy.  Today I had time to walk around the yard.  None of the pics have been resized, nor have any been edited.  Those parts I did not have time — nor energy — for.  Things are greening up nicely out there!  Some of the…

#FF — Beating Bright

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda April’s cloud blankets served to keep us in our caves, vicariously monitoring life through fogged panes of glass and pixelated screens. The second winter of covid had been harsh, perhaps harsher than the first, as our views focused on celebrities hurling dung at each other in courtrooms and maniacs with…

Doodads — walk out back 030522

Yesterday older son visited for some hours.  He’s been on vaca all week and so it was good he chose to spend some of it with his old hen mum.  We took a drive to the Amish Bulk Food store so I could show him the place I’m always talking about.  Then we had lunch…

dVerse — Poetics — To Everything…

‘Twas born a wiggling speck upon a weed, a green, propelling squirm with hungry need. Her yellow sun stripes black yet guileless greed, compelled, refreshed along her mystery. A burgeoned girth, her tummy gives a burp and out her ass a silver-threaded mirth. She spins with glee; soon glows a carapace — she sleeps with…