How Rude!

Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you — not because they are nice, but because you are. ~Author Unknown

We’ve all come across them — boorish human beings who can’t interact with others without stepping on toes or leaving behind uncomfortable feelings.

Too often, these folks never even realize they’re making life hard.

For themselves and others.

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Unwelcome Guest

Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were. ~Author Unknown

Come listen to the tale of a woodchuck pest
Who used my back yard shed as a nest.
He dug a deep hole,
Went out for a stroll,
And returned just in time for a much-needed rest.

Now Woody, or Chuck, or whatever his name
Probably decided I was onto his game.
He lay flat out
There was never a doubt
He was dead. What a shame, What a shame.

But hanging out clothes one Sunday fair
I heard a clink from the fence over there.
It was Woody, I know.
Or maybe her beau,
Dash into that lair with nary a glare.

I can only assume this rodent I dread
Was faking all along when I thought it was dead.
Didn’t mind all the flies,
Never opened its eyes.
Just knew it was safest underneath my shed.

 

Note: True story. Poetic form is a Limerick.

Thrift and Order

I believe that thrift is essential to well-ordered living.  ~John D. Rockefeller, American industrialist, business magnate, and philanthropist

If John D. is correct, then that explains why I’m so naturally organized.

My late dad used to say he could send me to the store with a dollar, and I’d come back with 95 cents!

Some would argue I just didn’t find anything to buy. Truth is, I pinch pennies until they holler.

Always have.

My parents were little kids during the Depression years, and they passed along to me the value of thrift. As American religious leader Boyd K. Packer said, “Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.”

So this weekend — when the stormy weather forced me off my computer — I tackled a long-overdue project and came away feeling pretty pleased.

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A June Wedding

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it. ~Mary Oliver, American poet

She arrives at the chapel, her heart in a flutter.
Today, at last, is her wedding day.
Her bouquet is a medley of cream and butter;
Her gown a snowy vision in applique.

Her best friend approaches, tears in her eyes.
“Things will be different, you’ll see.”
She shakes her head, denying such lies
And pledges lifelong friends they’ll always be.

The music swells, her dad takes her hand
And together they step down the aisle.
This day is going just as she planned
Her lover awaits with a radiant smile.

When sacred vows join a couple in love
It’s a union of bliss blessed from above.

 

Note: My first Sonnet — Woo Hoo!! June is traditionally the most popular month for weddings. Nothing like that is going on here! I simply took a photo of the Popcorn Drift (R) Rosebush in my front yard and was stunned at how much it resembled a bride’s bouquet. I guess the weather conditions are perfect for it this year because it’s a mass of blossoms.

Delighting the Senses

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. — Henry Beston, American writer and naturalist


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My heart quickens at the sight
Of palm tree, water, and sunlight.
My toes long to squish the sand,
To leave footprints along the land.
My nose welcomes the salty air;
I want the breeze to blow my hair.
My ears strain for the thrilling sound
Of roaring waves as they pound.
The warmth of sun makes pink my skin
And banishes thoughts of winter’s din.
A view like this is a feast for the senses
And a welcome rest from all offenses.

Note: This is written as a couplet. I took this photo on a vacation to the Mississippi Gulf Coast.

A Bad Hair Day

Admit your errors before someone else exaggerates them. ~Andrew V. Mason, American surgeon and author

I imagine it’s happened to all of us at some point, but it never stops being annoying, aggravating, frustrating . . . you pick the adjective.

By ‘it’ I mean a bad haircut.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday

We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness. ~Author Unknown

‘Red sky in morning

Sailors take warning.’

A fiery red in the morning sky is said to indicate a high pressure system (good weather) moving away, leaving rain in its wake.

‘A dappled sky, like a painted woman, soon changes its face.’

Mackerel skies (which resemble fish scales) foretell a changing weather pattern.

Looks like more rain.

Party Time!

Laissez les bon temps rouler — “Let the good times roll” is the motto for the city of New Orleans

Let’s do this — Happy Mardi Gras, everybody!

P.S. Mama said to tell y’all her concert went beautifully! Even the video portions, which she’d had her doubts about. They were informative and tasteful, and folks seemed thrilled with the performance. It was great learning about the unsung heroes of the space program, such as the African-American women coders who helped put man on the moon, self-taught female programmer Margaret Hamilton (credited with designing software to prevent a last-minute abort of the landing), and a tribute to American and Soviet astronauts who died in the line of duty.