The Kid Comes to Visit

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney, American poet and librarian

Dallas here.

The Kid (AKA Domer) came home on Saturday, and I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement!

Me and my kid together again

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Happy Birthday to Me

They say that age is all in your mind. The trick is keeping it from creeping down into your body. ~Author unknown

I’m the birthday girl

Celebrating all day long

Have some cake with me!

Help Me ID Her

What a significance wild flowers have, more than the tamed productions of the garden! They seem Heaven’s own messengers sent straight to man to bear glad tidings of universal and undying love. ~Henry James Slac, English journalist

What is this beauty?

She arises every year

Unplanned, yet welcome.

Another Loss

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. ~Martin Luther, German professor of theology

A knot
Just big enough for a little girl’s rear
To sit astride, pretending she’s riding a pony.

A hole in its trunk
Ideal for concealing notes and trinkets
Meant for sharing with friends.

A canopy of shady branches
Perfect for three girlfriends to lie beneath
And find pictures in the passing clouds,
While whistling with the helicopter seeds.

Four trunks wide enough
To camouflage two Hide-n-Seekers
Watching ‘It’ and gauging when
It’s safe to race for Home.

Halloween brought friendly mischief
In the form of toilet papering,
That rite of passage in small towns
Delighting teens and vexing parent cleaner-uppers.

Countless birds and squirrels
Made nests and raised young here.
Cats became frozen statues at its base
Waiting and watching for something to fall down.

Mother Nature can be wrathful
Whipping up a wicked summer storm
That fells trees and costs homeowners
Not only money but memories.

Note: This Silver Maple sits on the property line between our house and our next-door neighbor. It was immense when I was a child, and part of me expected it to live forever. Sadly, a storm thought differently — two years after Domer’s Sugar Maple blew over. R.I.P., old friend.

Mother’s Day, 2018

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving, American writer

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his. ~Oscar Wilde, Irish poet

Happy Mother’s Day! Remember, even if you don’t have children, you’re probably mothering something, whether it’s a pet, a garden, or even a novel. Thanks so much for accompanying me on my writer’s path!

Discouraged, Not Defeated

Hope is putting faith to work when doubting would be easier. ~Author Unknown

You were meant to stand out,
Blessed with a beauty unbounded.
Destined to sparkle, to astonish,
To share your uniqueness with the world.

Yet here you stand
Buffeted by gale-force winds of change,
Assaulted by frosty words of criticism,
Struggling to find the sun beneath clouds of doubt.

Yet here you stand
Having shed your pearls of wisdom,
Seen them tossed thoughtlessly away
In favor of louder, more confident voices.

Yet here you stand
Still trying to triumph
Still hoping to claim your place
And recapture bits of past magic.

Yet here you stand
Discouraged, but not defeated.

Note: April is National Poetry Month. While poetry as an art form probably should be celebrated every month, perhaps it’s a start to set aside 30 days to recognize poets and their works.

Spring Ups and Downs

Nature has many scenes to exhibit…. — Henry David Thoreau, American poet and essayist

Mother Nature pulled an April Fool’s Day joke on Central Illinois Easter Sunday.

Sure, the calendar says ‘Spring,’ and we’ve been hoping for the warm and blossoming season for weeks now. It wasn’t to be, not yesterday anyway.

Take a look:

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