Monthly Archives: April 2010

The poor dandelion maligned most of the time by folks otherwise kind. It’s as if we need a villain and have found one in the little flower that, like us seeks merely to survive. One must admire its tenacity and … Continue reading →

We were eating lunch on our back deck on a beautiful spring day looking out toward the pasture when a cow came along and drew our attention. The cow was not interested in our cream cheese and olive sandwiches and … Continue reading →

“The paucity of energy” kept going through my mind. I liked the phrase but not the truth that it revealed as I weed-whacked around our back yard fence. So recently I welcomed spring. I love the beauty  that it  brings … Continue reading →

There are those times when one abandons hope — when one has lost propensities to cope. The darkness seems too much  for one to take — when one’s resolve is just to wait for fate Bleakness  is the color of … Continue reading →

It is a beautiful street lined with live oak trees whose long branches canopy the road and side walks. The homes along the way are elegant, and each unique and each adorned with palms and giant ferns and flowers. A … Continue reading →

I watched them play “bunny hop” over and into mud puddles. They laughed and screamed — laughed and screamed and hopped. What fun for them as the world turned and it would keep on turning and they might grow to … Continue reading →

There were some sea shells — just a few — mixed in with some gravel that we walked over near the hospital. We wondered how they got there so far from the sea and obviously not imported. Seeing them took … Continue reading →

When God invented  the giraffe she did not know that entrepreneurial man would make  metal ones much smaller than the originals and sell them as holders for rolls of toilet paper to be used in bathrooms where the placement of … Continue reading →

The sun was low my shadow long and the shadows of the trees longer and wider than mine. I strolled along  beside those trees and in and out of shadows. As I walked  my shadow disappeared and then soon  reappeared. … Continue reading →

The window shades are drawn at night. To peeping toms I’d be a sight if shades stayed up and showed me off — a man of more than eighty years the best of which has disappeared. The window shades are … Continue reading →