Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
I have a question — a serious question — and I hope someone older (or just wiser) can give me an answer.
When should the average person start prepping for old age?
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. ~Author Unknown
I have a question — a serious question — and I hope someone older (or just wiser) can give me an answer.
When should the average person start prepping for old age?
The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States
Red sky at morning is indicative
Of bad weather to come, so they say.
But oh, what beautiful sky scenes
Such reds, golds, and purples bring!
Who can lie still in bed
When beauty abounds?
Not me! No way!
Phone in hand
I snap
This
Shot
Looking
To the east
At a sunrise
That was so gorgeous
It took my breath away.
Everything was bathed in pink —
Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more
Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.
Making me glad I was up to see it.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein, German-born theoretical physicist
Celestite (aka Celestine) derives its name from the Latin word for celestial. While found in shades of red, yellow, and milky white, it’s the pale blue that’s the most common. And most prized.

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I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Dallas here.
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
ME!!!
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, Italian poet and novelist
Dog-eared photographs,
Awards and certificates.
Remnants of my past.
Movie stubs, medals,
Report cards and recipes.
Moved across country.
Stuffed animal friends,
T-shirts, toys, and some trinkets
Preserved, so I thought.
Snatched from my clutches
By a cadre of critters.
Can’t steal my memories.
Note: This is a series of Haiku. On a personal note, the nasty shed has been hauled off (along with the pesky interlopers) and once again, Dallas is master over his yard. Now, to research what I can plant in its place next spring, keeping in mind the site gets only morning sun — any suggestions?
We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, Italian poet and novelist
One common question every writer receives is, Where do you get your ideas?