The first wealth is health. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist, philosopher, and poet
One drawback of playing in a small musical group is that every musician is “exposed” and every part is important.
The first wealth is health. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist, philosopher, and poet
One drawback of playing in a small musical group is that every musician is “exposed” and every part is important.
May your search through Nature lead you to yourself. ~Author unknown
I
Back-tracked
From my walk
With Monkey and
Found again what I
Was seeking — this gorgeous
White Peony all in bloom!
Best of all, I’m fairly certain
It’s the same flower I saw before.
Nature is bursting all over these days!
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
A fine spring is good for everybody. ~Russian proverb
I Monkey here.
Back-to-back posts from me within a week’s time? Yes, indeed. Count yourselves lucky, people, that Mama is busy with stuff and lets me use her computer!
Saturday dawned sunny and mild, so I Monkey badgered Mama until she agreed to take me for a nice stroll. Join us as we look at some of the Spring-stuff. Continue reading
Many people quit looking for work when they find a job. ~Author unknown
I Monkey here.
For a long time (I’m two, so that’s a long time!), I’ve been trying to figure out what my job is around these parts.
This is the sensory season. Trees are in leaf… It is a green world… Walk through an orchard and you can smell as well as feel the strength of grass underfoot, new grass reaching tall toward the sun. Boughs naked only a little while ago, then bright and heady with bloom, now rustle with leaf and tingle with the strength of fruition. Listen, and you can almost hear the pulse of sap and the mysterious workings of chlorophyll. The air vibrates with bird song… All the senses tingle, alive with the season as the world itself is alive. Nothing is impossible at such a time. ~Hal Borland, American writer, journalist, and naturalist
Happy Spring, my friends! I’m taking a few days off — see you after Easter!
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese proverb
I
Looked out
My window
And saw these two
Curious finches
Perched in a dogwood tree,
Glancing into the distance.
I couldn’t help wondering what
Their tiny, beady eyes were seeing
As they peered into space … and perhaps time.
Flitting from branch to branch, the two finches
Kept up a constant chattering sound,
Filling the air outside with a
Delightful round of music.
Would that people, too, felt
Free to sing their songs
Shamelessly and
Fearlessly,
Without
Qualm.
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.
A house was not a home without animals. ~Abby Geni, The Wildlands, 2018
My neighbor got a flock of ducks;
Six, to be exact.
Two were white and four, brown.
I confess, I was gobsmacked.
Every day as the clock chimed three,
The ducks emerged outside.
Where they lived the rest of the time
I never learned (though I tried).
They picked and scratched at stuff on the ground;
They stretched their necks and wings.
Where was their water, I often wondered;
How did they know these things?
One day they ventured into my front yard,
And Monkey had a fit.
They couldn’t know he’s a herding dog,
Bred to chase a bit.
But Monk could only watch them strut —
His back yard is entirely fenced.
And one day, to my complete surprise,
A truck pulled up and commenced…
To load the pretty ducks all up
And carry them away.
Sold, or given, to a nearby farm
Where they’ll have room to play.
The truth is, my neighbor confessed,
Ducks make a lot of poop.
And having to clean his yard every day
Was worse than banishing the group!
Note: The best I can tell, this poetry form is in common meter — alternating iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter.
No one is useless in this world… who lightens the burden of it for any one else. ~Charles Dickens, English writer and social critic, in Our Mutual Friend, 1865
I just want to be a daughter. Is that too much to ask?