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

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Two Shoes Tuesday For Mary

I've written many words through the years.  I've met many wise, funny, wonderful people.  I'm still amazed that I can visit someone from around the world.  We are the same.  We are different.  It works.
Meet Lilly At Saucykodz Blog.  This is one super lady.  She has brought me smiles, laughter, hope and encouragement.  I have a confession...the name of her blog drew me in...I had to find out who would use such a brave title.  I have not been disappointed.

Recently I asked Lilly how her friend Mary has been doing.  I discovered Lilly has been reading my blog to her.  She told me how much Mary enjoyed all sides of me:  the dark side, the poetry side, the animal lover side and the crazy side.

Hello dear Mary through SaucyKodz Blog.  I am honored to know my words are enjoyed.

I know we are not the first nor will we be the last to connect in a world that has grown very small indeed.

Nice to meet you, Mary!  For you:
Lizzy drinking from the water garden, 
An autumn rose
Lizzy in the snow
and winter sunrise.

Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Self Portrait For The Mag...

self-portrait, Francis Bacon
self-portrait, Gail

Do we reflect our goodness
To the people we meet?
Or does our badness show
As plainly as our feet

I can reflect on actions past
I can reflect the sun
But all reflections
Are things that are done

We must take this moment
Like a tiger by the tail
Reflect on consequences
Mark our decisions well

For only in a moment
Can we decide for sure
How we will reflect our light
Let it be good and pure

Thanks, Tess.

Friday, December 27, 2013

The Tiny X

I’m but a small X in the Ozarks carrying my ancestors’ ways with me.  It worked for them and works for me. 

Mother Nature talks to me and I listen. She gifts me and I am thankful.  I try to give back.

If the world would do the same we could all live in paradise.

For Gman

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Eve of Christmas...

I would have called her Eve.  The blonde lady lay in my husband's arms and was happy there.  The third in a long line of ladies...DJ ( gone) Maggie now Bonnie.  I could never compete with them.

I didn't want a new lady but the look in Hubby's eyes was so full of light and love and happiness.  Looking at me he said, "DJ used to do that".   I just smiled...
and said, "Merry Christmas!"
Welcome home, Bonnie.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Me In The Trash Can???

I'm not on your bed either.
Slow down on that eggnog!
You're imagining things.
I just sniffed a cheese danish wrapper.
It attacked me.
I ran and the only safe place was here.
Would I ever do any of this on purpose?

To all my furry friends and the people you own:
Merry Christmas! Stay clear of the trash can.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Christmas Calf...

The calf swings his tail to pump the milk.
Enjoying their snack of range cubes
The cattle At The Farm
A Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 21, 2013

While I Was Absent


Thursday, December 19, 2013

Six Sentence Story for Two Shoes

She told no one she was walking the same path she had traveled with her father while he talked of cave safety and the history of it.  Today she walked alone returning to the massive flat mouthed cave that used to shelter Native Americans.

Reaching the entrance she remembered to look at the ceiling to see if there were fresh rock falls and used her light sparingly even though she had another.  During her previous visit she had spotted the entrance of another room but her father pointed out some fallen rock and said it was not safe to go further.

Reaching the opening in the back she crawled deeper as her flashlight illuminated drawings on the wall possibly not seen for hundreds or thousands of years.  Admiring the art and traveling farther than she had gone before the cave rumbled dropping rocks behind her and she knew she was never going home.

For Two Shoes in Texas Six Sentence Stories...Home.  Thanks for the challenge.

Mega Millions

I'll not buy a Hummer
A Rolls or a Cadillac
Give me a shiny pickup
To haul stuff in the back.

I might build a barn or two
Or bring my horses back
I'll not build a castle
'Cause I kinda like my shack.

I might change the cash to gold
Bury in the ground but with my memory
I would forget
And it'd never be found.

The Mega Millions was so big
I couldn't write it once
Did you know you must buy a ticket?
I feel like quite the dunce.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

WARNING! DARK FICTION or Weird Wednesday

The noise was too much.  I frantically search finding a lady bug crawling on the lamp shade.  The clocks tick so loudly I remove the batteries.  I turn down the heat because the ignition drills into my brain with the noise.

The sound of carbonation is too loud.  The ice crashes against the side of my glass.  I can hear myself swallow so I no longer drink.

Outside my windows tree branches with ice crack and the birds songs pounds into my head.

Ear plugs do not stop the noise.  I wrap my head to block the sounds and lay under pillows to stop the NOISE.

No use.  No use.

SOUND still finds me.  There is no quiet place for me.

I push a thin blade into my ear hoping I will find silence.

DISCLAIMER:  This is not real, nor true in anyway.  Pure fiction.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Animal Tails

white tail deer
and the unknown.
Roux-Ga-Roux, Wolf, Mountain Lion or chupacabra?
Your guess would be interesting to know.
Presented  by Hubby's game camera.

Monday, December 16, 2013

A Heart On Snow

The heart-shaped brier leaf lay
reminding me of my blogger friends who missed me.
You have made my world bigger
and my heart more open.
Thank you.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Multiflora Rose

which Dad called Florabunda Roses, because of it's prolific blooms. This was one of the ideas of the forties ranking right up there with Kudzu. Dad said they were recommended for fencing.  Little did the people know what a hassle they would become.

We cut all we can find although the birds do eat the hips. You can make tea from them and they are rich in vitamin C.  If you have ever walked into a Multiflora Rose you will respect it, avoid it, chop it, and destroy it if you can...or I do.

They are beautiful from a distance but touted to be the a living livestock fence I certainly can understand how it would keep me out or in.  COVERED with prickly thorns, thick growing limbs...a lovely plant.

We are blessed with them here.
See the tiny devil thorns?
Looks just like a rose
but grows far better than any rose I know.

Most of ours are bush hogged but much must be removed by hand along the springs and creeks.  Marcy bought me some rose gloves just for that.  Leather in the palms and the gloves reach almost to my shoulder and I still can't seem to avoid being torn by these beautiful plants.

Gotta love em.  I don't think they will be gone in my lifetime but I can keep trying.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

My Winter Walk

At The Farm you can't really see the lay of the land unless there is the contrast of snow with the trees.  After viewing the hills around me in the valley I know why it was chosen through the years as a Native American campsite.
Fresh running water and
flat lands with rolling hills on all sides 
made this valley perfect for anyone's home.
I wandered to Rock Hollow.
It was not a safe day to climb.
The snow showed me how hidden
the valley and the people here would be.
It was an Ariat day.
No, still haven't found that new pair of rubber boots.
I'm grateful the foresight of my ancestors
allows me to call this peaceful valley My Home.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Strange Light, Mountain Lion and Dumplings...

A long time gone...just like Dylan's song.  I'm not sure where I've been except maybe testing the couch for comfort and reading several books.  Did a little cleaning and a lot of being snowed in. Tried to call some talent out...talent didn't answer.  Enjoyed some winter comfort food like homemade chili, venison stew, dumplings...not in one day but spread over the cold days that rode in on our early winter storms...and it is sleeting now.
Eight inches of snow with ice underneath and ice and sleet on top is not our normal December weather. School has been out many places for a week and only now are running snow routes for the buses.

I have witnesses.  I saw the light!  A round light bobbed up and down far away seen through my kitchen window one night around eight o'clock.  I thought it was a star and maybe I was seeing things. Watched it awhile and to verify I called Hubby and Andrew to look. Andrew saw colors. Hubby said a star then it moved.  We were using a limb on the tree to align it making sure we weren't moving instead of the light. It went up. It went down.  It went left and right. It made circles and stopped.  It began again.  Same routine in the middle of the sky in the middle of nowhere.  Not a plane but could have been a helicopter though there was no sound.  It may be unknown but it was fun to share.

A mountain lion has been sited in our neck of the woods.  My sister saw it weeks ago.  Now our neighbor way up the road has seen it.

I called Game and Fish.  They told me it was probably a young male from a far northern state that had been kicked out looking for new territory.  I asked if they could trap it.  Nope, hard to catch a cat. Danger? Nope.  Well, there was some reason our ancestors eliminated them.  For money, she said.  No, I said, to save livestock and children.  She said, Like I said for money.  I told her the neighborhood in which he was sighted is full of small children that play in the fields. Oh, there's no danger, she said.  Just tell the children always travel in pairs, stay outta the woods and make lots of noise.  I repeated, So no danger??  Nope, she said.  I asked what do I tell the cattle and the chickens?  She had no answer and recorded details of the siting.

To those who have missed me, thank you.

And life goes on At The Farm.
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