Playing With Sticks...

The Mag 188 Laying Stones

For Magpie Tales

I laid the stones

One by one

Making the path easy

To the crashing sea

To the place

We deemed the trees

Stood for you 

Me and our love

Below the stormy sky

I waited until

All was dark

You never came

Laying 

Remembering

Your rough whiskers

Against my face

Clearing skies

Winking stars

All said Get over it

Move on

My Death

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MY DEATH

I wanted to be ashes
To fly in the wind
Or flow to the sea

Instead you boxed me
Inviting people to look
That rarely saw me alive

Mouthing empty platitudes
Pretending they cared
In your mourning you believed

"Oh, how natural she looks,"
When I just looked dead
Or like a bad mannequin

That life insurance was
To help you live
Not to paint a public picture of my death

As the possible second wives
Hug you leaving traces of perfume
They do the math of what I may have left

Damn it, if you had listened
Only friends would be here
Saying farewell to my ashes

Ever Changing Water Garden

It began with this stone

which gave me an idea

to change the tractor tire water garden

then sweet Hubby brought me another.

I dug, planned and gathered rocks.

This is first stone at the bottom

second at top

and here comes the third and biggest

It makes a great place to sit

and will make a wonderful water fall 

if I decide to expand.

Almost there..wild fern, reeds and moss are planted.

Fish were added 

and the frogs are making themselves at home.

 Still have some tweaking and improving.

I imagine it will always be a work in progress.

October for Poetry Jam

October 

The bull can breathe fire

Shadows lengthen

Fruit weeps for spring

We ponder

About life's web

And other things

For Poetry Jam

Another Tiny Job

Fence Row over grown

Plants removed some used elsewhere

Lil approves the new look

And the pile burns!

Never Get Away With Anything!

Some

 one

 is

always

watching.

Flower, Bug, Frog

canna

assassin bug 

and a toad walked into a bar...

and that's all I have today.

The Mag, The Moth and the Lamp

The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos

Beautiful in death
She had no belief
In tales of dangerous desire
Drawn to the light
She perished by fire

Thanks for the challenge, Tess.

Autumn

Morning rays announce
The arrival of autumn
Leaving me wanting
To hold summer in my hand
And keep green warm forever

I have no training but do enjoy these challenges.  The fun is in the doing.  Thank you, Toads.

Friday's Rain, Stampede, And To Market...

to sell the calves.  The orb above could be a rain drop but I like to think it was someone watching over us.

The smaller calves were worked to the right.  The young bull was left in the center pen til loading time.  The bent panel is from Collateral our big bull jumping out.  All went smoothly.

Yes, that is a cattle prod (produces an electric shock)  Hubby is threatening to use on me.  Prods are sometimes used to herd cattle although we only use ours if absolutely necessary.  Today was one of those days...twice.

It was an easy job working all the cattle through slowly.  The calves stayed in as we worked the cattle out. It hasn't rained in a long time but Friday it rained.  Hurrah!!!  Hubby finds another use for the tractor bucket.

Hubby was working the calves into the stock trailer by walking slowly behind them down the chute.  One heifer (young female) decided she was not going.  She turned back right into Hubby and kept coming, butting him knocking him down.  He is kicking her and prodding her and she jumps over him.  She gets reloaded then it's time...

for about eleven hundred pounds of dynamite to try the same thing.  El Toro  comes running right toward Hubby, no time to jump fence.  The prod does deter Super Baby. Hubby rolls minus glasses and hat. Hubby did mention he'd never seen a bull's equipment from that angle.  Unhurt Hubby rises to drive El Toro in again. All the calves will sell tonight

except the youngest.

Mom is grateful.

And that's life At The Farm.

Working On The Old One

Before working my tail off!

Pet steps so the animals may drink or play.

On two sides

Fun with wood, rocks and plants.

For the moment weed free

I shall enjoy it

While it lasts.

It certainly is something to crow about.

An Afternoon's Work

Honey suckle, black berries and poop plants*...

what the birds leave us to grow.

See that small bare spot?

And the work continues as the pile grows.

*Poop plants are what the birds plant when they poop.

Whatever seeds they have eaten seem to grow well.

What Is It?

Smells like a snake.

What do you think?

Yep, smells like a snake

but it's empty.

You get it.

I'm not getting it.

Are you crazy??

And Ki-Anne runs in and steals the snake skin.