Frequent Visitor

The robins were singing vespers in the high tree-tops, filling the golden air with their jubilant voices. ~L. M. Montgomery, Canadian author, Anne of the Island, 1915

An inquisitive
Bird sitting in a tree
Can sometimes seem
Dreamily calm
Even as it’s obviously
Fraught with tension
Giving an observer
Half a chance to wonder
If it is even thinking at all.
Just so, the bird and I are
Kindred spirits
Loving the outdoors
Making music at will
Noticing whatever moves
Oh, how wonderful it must be
Perhaps for a day or more
Quietly flitting from tree to tree
Round about the yard
Settling high in the branches
Taking notice and being noticed
Under the bright sunshine
Volume turned up
With eyes wide open
X-ray vision
You can’t help but admire
Zealous living.

Note: Poetry form is A-B-C Poem.

Mama and the Snow

Man is said to want but little here below,
And I have an idea that what he wants littlest of is snow…
~Ogden Nash
, American poet

I Monkey here.

Hoo-boy, is Mama mad!!

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After Christmas

When the gifts are unwrapped
And the bows put away;
When the holiday trimmings
Are gone for the day.

When the ham is devoured
And the pies are all gone;
When the company’s departed
At the first sign of dawn.

When the trash is left sitting
By the curb in its bin;
When the tree’s been dismantled
And all the snowmen.

Then a hush settles over
Your home and you, too;
So out with the old
And in with the new!

Today’s a new year
With a fresh, clean slate;
Opportunity beckons
To make your life great.

Try something new or
Perfect something old;
Smile a bit more,
Reach for the gold.

Lift up your heart
2025 is now here;
Resolve to keep Christmas
All of this year.

Walktober 2024

Multitudes of people are beauty-blind to the outdoor pictures. I doubt if one in a hundred begins to take in the beauty visible on even a short walk in city or country. ~Delia Lyman Porter, American writer and social reformer

Happy Walktober! It’s time for our group walk known as Walktober and hosted this year by Dawn.

Walktober coaxes us out of our chairs, off our sofas, and away from our troubles for a walk (bike ride, road trip, etc.) outdoors to take in Nature’s autumnal glory and share it with the world.

Let’s get to it!

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Walktober with Monkey ’24

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran, Lebanese-American writer, poet, and philosopher

I Monkey here.

It’s time for Walktober, something I look forward to as soon as it’s announced! And when Penny’s mom Dawn announced it, I was ready.

Mama picked that dumb quote up top, thinking we’d have a windy day, but she was wrong. It was beautiful — sunny and around 60 degrees — just perfect for a jaunt through my park.

St. Dallas never Walktobered here, so I thought it would be ideal to share it with you. Let’s GO!!!

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The Benefits of Water

But I do see the good side of water now. How good it is when you’re really thirsty, how it glitters and gurgles! How alive it is! ~G.K. Chesterton, English author and philosopher

Have you ever seen one of these things? Do you know what it does? Am I just being late to the party once again?

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Twinkle Time

To a child’s eye a lightning-bug outshines the brightest fixed star. ~O. P. Fitzgerald,Methodist clergyman, journalist, and educator

I Monkey here.

Every summer night, when Mama takes me outside for my Final Pee-Call, she stands around staring into the back yard.

What’s she looking for?

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A “Tiny” Break

Good things, when short, are twice as good. ~Baltasar Gracián, Spanish Jesuit and Baroque prose writer and philosopher

My Tiny Tree now measures 7 1/2 feet!! It looks healthy and seems to want for nothing. How it manages to look so cool and collected in this blazing heat and humidity baffles me.

It’s time for a wee blogging break. I’ve turned off comments for this post and will be back soon. Have a safe, joyous Fourth of July!

Luscious Lantana

A sow prefers bran to roses. ~French proverb

Beautiful to see

Multi-hued, sun-loving blooms

Toxic to dogs though

Did You Collect Bugs, Too?

Hasn’t modern civilized life come to be little else than a fight for life against bugs? ~Dorothy Scarborough, American writer from the Southwest

My late dad loved insects and often pondered why he hadn’t chosen entomology as his profession.

How, then, did he end up with two daughters who aren’t fans of bugs, especially flies, mosquitoes, wasps, roaches, and most beetles?

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