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.
Play the music, not the instrument. ~Author Unknown
We’ve nearly completed our summer Community Band season, and it’s time to take stock of our progress.
Concert #3, the cold one. I’m in the first row.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth. ~Sydney Smith, Anglican cleric
Our symphonic band concert is this weekend.
We’ve worked hard — some harder than others! — and we’re ready to share our talents.
It promises to be an out-of-this-world performance — our theme is “outer space.”
In God we trust, all others we virus scan. ~Author Unknown
You’d have thought the world was coming to an end.
My mama and grandmama were racing around the house, hollering accusations, and acting crazy.
If I’d been a bit younger, I’d have loved the commotion.