It’s your birthday to-day, so why are we waiting?
Without further delay, Let’s start celebrating.
~Norman Wesley Brooks, 1967 (U.S. design engineer)
Happy Birthday to my little Monkey!! One year old today!
Author Archives: Debbie
Flying
If the good Lord had wanted people to stay on the ground, he would have given us roots. ~Author unknown
What is this contraption? At first, I thought it was a parasail, but it doesn’t fit that definition. Then I guessed hang glider, but I think I’m wrong there, too. Finally, I hit on motor kite. Agree?
Today I’m playing something called Photo Shorts. The rules are simple: one photo, a brief written accompaniment, and must feel like fun. Fun is good, right? And we all can use more fun, especially at this hectic time of year. You can play as often as you like. Join us, why don’t you?
That’s Music??
Here’s to Music,
Joy of joys!
One man’s music’s
Another man’s noise.
~Oliver Herford, English writer and illustrator
Monkey here.
I’m here to complain LOUDLY about that thing Mama calls a flute.
Snack time
When the stomach is full the heart is glad. ~Dutch proverb
Here
Is a
Moth, maybe.
Or it could be
A small butterfly.
Having a fine dinner
On this pretty pink zinnia.
Or maybe this is a dahlia.
I’m not sure that knowing should matter.
I just thought you’d enjoy seeing them, too!
Note: This poetry form is Etheree (the single kind, not the double, this time).
Meeting Mr. Snip
I learned a long time ago that minor surgery is when they do the operation on someone else, not you. ~Bill Walton, American former basketball player
Monkey here.
Been missing me??
Well, I’d have rather been anywhere than where I’ve been for the past few days.
Walktober 2021
A little fresh air would be good for you just now. The weather is lovely; and a little stroll in the park will bring the colour back to your cheeks. ~J. Palgrave Simpson, Victorian playwright
Today, I’m joining Robin over at Breezes at Dawn for the annual jaunt known as Walktober. We each take a walk (ride a bike, swim, skate, whatever), post about it (with pictures, if possible), and Robin gathers links to each post so we all can travel together and enjoy other parts of our amazing world.
Delicate Strength
The spiders with their pot-bellied bodies and beady eyes, are not beauteous objects, but a spider-web in the sunshine with dew upon it, is one of the loveliest things in the world. ~Dorothy Scarborough, American writer
Sparkling drops of water
Play upon her handiwork.
Inconceivable, isn’t it, that
Dew can magnify beauty
Even for such a short while?
Rare is the person on earth
Who can appreciate the weaver
Every bit as much as the creation
By which she’s famously known.
Note: This is an Acrostic poem. You got the message, right?
Deserted
It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. ~Author unknown
I
Sit here
All day long.
Vacant, empty.
Dreaming of the past,
When I was loved. Needed.
When I kept a family safe
From storms, robbers, and other ills.
Love and laughter filled my rooms, and I
Felt secure in fulfilling my purpose.
Now my family’s gone, and I sit alone.
My lawn untended; my paint peeling,
Grass in cracks, weeds overflowing.
Who will fix me up again?
Will someone please buy me?
Will someone love me?
I can give much!
Don’t let me
Go to
Seed.
Note: Monkey and I pass this ranch-style house on our morning walks, and it never fails to sadden me. I hear the elderly owner passed away several years ago, long after his wife had died and their kids went to live out of state. A daughter came to look over (and, I assume, take what she wanted) after his death, but she hasn’t been back since. There’s no For Sale sign outside. This poem is a Double Etheree.
Late Summer Posies
How magnificent the flower becomes as its youth passes! Even the flowers have their setting sun. ~Auguste Rodin, French sculptor
Autumn is in the air … finally.
The sun’s rays aren’t quite as penetrating, daylight hours are shrinking, the night sky is alive with different constellations from those we saw in May and June.
Sadly, what was dangled before our eager eyes — a return to normalcy after the pandemic of 2020 — has just as quickly slipped away, thanks to new strains of the virus. Awful news from abroad, unrest here at home, and global weather emergencies only serve to dampen our spirits, threatening to strip us of hope.
But beauty never fails to cheer. So, before the season passes, I’m going to share with you some of the pretty plants in my yard. May they make you smile the way they do me!
Twenty Years Later
God is closest to those with broken hearts. ~Jewish saying
Yesterday, I made my own pilgrimage of sorts.
Back to where I was 20 years ago, when I first heard the news of the terrorist attack on our nation.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 