Eight dollars:words, pictures.Your castoff’smy jackpot. Normally I don’t take my purse in with me at the library as the bar code to check out books is on a plastic tab on my keychain. Last week I saw a sign outside saying to check out their sales area which is in a vestibule near the front…
Doodads — family time and labyrinth walk plus a few shots from last week at the garden center
Today was such a relaxing day. The days-long showers have taken the humidity out of the air. The sun was shining and the temp was an even 70F as I headed to Grand Rapids to see my oldest son. His girlfriend was out of state visiting a sister so it was just me and him…
Key Witness in US Case Against Assange Changes His Story, by Joe Lauria — Rise Up Times
This is what is called reasonable doubt. “This is the end of the case against Julian Assange.” -Edward Snowden Key Witness in US Case Against Assange Changes His Story, by Joe Lauria — Rise Up Times
Book Review — “Passion for PEONIES: Celebrating the Culture and Conservation of Nichols Arboretum’s Beloved Flower,” Edited by David Michener and Robert Grese
Not meant to be read from cover to cover, it is more a coffee table book. That said, the first section is one you probably will read all of if you are interested in how The Peony Garden at Nichols Arboretum got started. A few men with passion for peonies and the means to do…
#Haikai Challenge #197, #195, #196 (Trifecta) haibun series
Each night in June, I’ve added an addendum to my prayers to please be awakened in the night to the sounds of thunder. Paling leaves wiltin sol’s hot white stare —fish wriggle dry ponds. Where we have had a weeks-long drought, plants and bird baths needed daily attention. Three days ago, steel grey clouds…
TSM 166 — Winged Messenger
She plays moon star sky-chase’til dawn, then coyote drinks deep.Her wise open eyes closeto yellow pools in otherworldlyrealms; her work beginsas spirit wings wait for her. Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.
dVerse — OLN 295 — Midsummer Rain
Dust-storms of yesterday, coughing daisies praying for wet faces and feet, for clouds’ pregnant outpouring of “loves me, loves me!” –and parched roses get stingy with scent. Then, Heaven inhales and rumbles dark silver-veined reply. When dogwood branches are heavy with blossoms and rain, and the goldfinch listen under their umbrellas, soft sigh in midsummer…
Tao-Talk 