a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label butterflies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label butterflies. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
Thursday, August 27, 2015
It's The Little Things
wood cookie
butterflies
ant
damsel fly
dragon fly on rock
a wild flower
It's the little things that add up
and make a great day.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Dragons Nine
Jiulong
Beneath the falls the dragons sleep
Above butterflies sing
Below turtles and fishes weep
Magic rests in the dragons' nests
Called they will arise
Wings of heroes will pass the test
Once again the dragons nine
Will rise on wings to protect
All 'til the ends of times
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads with Hannah
Above butterflies sing
Below turtles and fishes weep
Magic rests in the dragons' nests
Called they will arise
Wings of heroes will pass the test
Once again the dragons nine
Will rise on wings to protect
All 'til the ends of times
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads with Hannah
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Today...
Kubota King is checking in for new heart plumbing. He has had pneumonia but heart doc says, no prob! I have written DNR on his chest in permanent marker and nothing he's tried will remove it. Keep us in your thoughts, please.
Sunday, the only thing that saved this man from me was my walk. Even though it was hot, it was peaceful, relaxing and allowed me to shed my murderous intentions.
These are the rocks hubby brought me for the entry, hoping to get on my good side. Notice how perfectly they fit together! Notice, once again, the dumb damsel is wearing flip flops during forest exploration.
We did some exploring,
enjoyed the beautiful skies,
flowers,
and butterflies.
After my relaxing walk, I did help remove the permanent marker so we are good to go, today.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Butterflies
A sadness overcomes me,
with the fall butterflies.
There is a difference from the joy of summer butterflies.
I love the beauty they share,
but knowing these are the last of the last for the year,
causes me to mourn the passing of summer.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Gift
... rain is falling
At The Farm.
Wonderful,
life-renewing,
glorious,
dust-washing,
beautiful
grass-growing,
refreshing
rain...
What a gift!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)







