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

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Mag 188 Laying Stones

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

Your rough whiskers
Against my face

Clearing skies
Winking stars
All said Get over it
Move on

Saturday, September 28, 2013

My Death

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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

Friday, September 27, 2013

Ever Changing Water Garden

It began with this stone
which gave me an idea
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.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

October for Poetry Jam

The bull can breathe fire
Shadows lengthen
Fruit weeps for spring
We ponder
About life's web
And other things

Another Tiny Job

Fence Row over grown
Plants removed some used elsewhere
Lil approves the new look
And the pile burns!

Monday, September 23, 2013

Flower, Bug, Frog

assassin bug 
and a toad walked into a bar...
and that's all I have today.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

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.


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.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

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.

Friday, September 20, 2013

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.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

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.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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.
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