a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

How The Garden Grows

The garden seems to grow by the minute!  We have been blessed with a perfect blend of sunshine and rain.  Been enjoying cucumbers, onions and radishes for a while but the tomatoes seem to be taking their sweet time. I guess they want to shine alone.

Happy gardening.

Monday, June 29, 2015

It Ain't Junk

I decided this would be my cool day project after push mowing through the morning. Dad fenced the yard to keep the livestock out.  After many years sections are gone but I like to keep pieces of what was.  

I began to tear it down before my before pictures.  I had to tackle all the honeysuckle and Virginia creeper while I was working on the fence.
Dad and Mom built three rails of split posts.  There were two large gates in other spots and one walk in swinging gate here.
I decided to try and reinforce and straighten the posts while doing only two rails since it is only "decorative" now.
 After a lot of sweating
hammering and bleeding
it finished.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Max And The Cat

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa
The dog watching from across the alley only wanted to play
but the cat, being a cat, kept himself turned away
window to window Max took the leap
safely landing on his feet
but the uppity cat just ran away

A  picture inspired writing prompt
Tess Kincaid

Saturday, June 27, 2015

We Can Dream

Time Travel prompt
I tried.

I thought I was a cowboy
as Dad had been
i rode fattening calves
and milk cows
a forbidden adventure

Friends with horses
gave me the worst to ride
horses that laid in water
jumped logs
and dragged you off on tree limbs

My dream turned reality
equine satiated
the smell, touch was enough
i never was a cowboy
but the love of horses remains

Friday, June 26, 2015


Bark to ashes
Fire doesn't end all
This is truth
Black, gray
Feeds the worm

To give to Mother Earth
Ye old mother
To hear her needs
Thou will be blessed
Man, woman and beast

We strain to hear
Our bounty is not to spit on
But to reverently hold
In our hands and our heart

For what?


Words Count With Mama Zen At Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Sixty words exactly from the list Mama Zen provided.
Whew!  It was fun.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


in dappled shade the damsels play
avoiding the spear of the midday sun
dogs cool in rolling steams
knowing staying cool is number one

humans toil in hammering sun
thinking it's important 
to get things done
we should mimic the creatures

that have more sense  
work at dawn and dusk
in between 
take care of us

It's The Little Things

that bring the greatest pleasure
like playing in water
Finding a tiny snail
and a green fly on a rock, the wonder is there
if you look.
Here's a crawdad under water
and a spider surrounded by water, my personal favorite.

Mother Nature centers me and makes me grateful for all her gifts.  Town or country, there is always something to marvel about, especially with bare feet and an open heart.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Naked Bike Parade!!!

I just visited Jo(e)'s blog that witnessed a town celebrate the Solstice that way this year...by watching not participating. Now, my shocked mind went in a spin.  I pretty much tolerate anything but not sure I would want to be a participant nor a viewer of this.

I admit.  I looked.  The art and creativity was amazing.  The desire to duplicate this event did not enter my mind.

Then I thought about the bikes...Don't tell me that's comfortable for male or female!

I used to share my bike!  I would never think twice about loaning it out for a ride.  I'm sorry but I just can't look at bikes the same anymore.  I certainly won't be borrowing a stranger's bike for sure.

Makes me hesitate at purchasing a second hand bike but how do we know for sure the new bikes are not tested for this very event?

I guess I'm old fashioned or prudish.  I stopped and thought a while if there would be any reason I would EVER ride my bike naked.  Only one situation called for it.  If you ride your bike to a private swimming hole, go skinny dipping, and the owner shows with a shotgun full of rock salt...I had to admit I would ride my bike naked.  Like the wind.

**post meant to be humorous, not critical

Sunday, June 21, 2015

As Everyone Celebrated

I had a walk and a talk with Dad as I traveled over the farm.  I know he's with me.  He would have reveled at the growth in the valley.  He would have been delighted with this Bull frog peeking out.
Dad would have seen the face in this old coffee pot
and admired the garden.
Dad would have bragged on my progress 
although he could always work circles around me.
He would have stopped to admire the conglomerate rock I found
and discussed why it was conglomerate and not metamorphic.

You are not here with the living, Dad, but we carry you inside our heart. Thank you for serving our country, fathering us, and loving us. Happy Father's Day!  I feel you in the land around me.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Picture This...

Beneath the tranquil waters
Within the reflections
Sometimes hides
A snake or two

Damsel Fly Exhibition

T'is the season and there is an abundant population.  Along the creek today, they were beautiful flitting here and there and avoiding my camera but I finally cornered one.
Hubby had driven me into the creek just to make me scream, I think.  After I stopped screaming I saw the magic of nature and just sat and enjoyed the beauty.
Then I either witnessed a battle
'cause they look like their facing off
to engage
in deadly warfare 
or foreplay
they danced or battled
It was definitely a contact sport
The reflections were as entertaining
as the actual shots
Maybe it was an airshow of the Blue Damsels 
mid air tricks for our enjoyment
I'm guessing love or war
sometimes they end the same...one goes away.
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