a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label knife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label knife. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Persimmon...The Weather Predictor

We have many trees over the farm.  Persimmons are edible.  Humans and birds gather them by day.  Deer and night creatures consume them when dark falls.
Hubby split some seeds.
Spoon means wet heavy snow.
Fork calls for feathery snow and a mild winter.
Knife is for icy cutting winds.
Looks like a spoon to me!
Double checked.  No doubt about it being a spoon.
Five seeds later I'm still trying to find a fork prediction with no luck.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Horseshoe...

The Thing About Rust
Things Carried
Empty horseshoe
With rusty nails
Plucked from
The worn trail

Inverted
For good luck
The empty shoe
Stood tucked

Standing in honor
Lying in state
Next to a knife
And a Civil War plate

My horses 
Ran barefoot
The shoe
Remains empty

Empty of luck
Empty of  horse
Just like my heart
Empty of course
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