Sometimes The Rain Takes Things

into places we would never look

Can you tell what it is hiding under water?

Tractor Man's square nosed shovel was left toooo close to rising water.

Recovered and on higher ground now.

Lost Words

this week i lost my words
they just slipped away
when I wasn't watching
i only noticed when they
didn't come out to play

this week i lost my words
are they hiding away
from the end of summer
or are they afraid
to speak and feel betrayed

this week i lost my words

Poets United:  Midweek Motif

Where Are My Log Tongs?

Visit a demonstration of their use

Ours were not yellow but they worked well for what we needed.  The color only matters when you've lost them. And, yes, tongs are plural for one set.  No one could use a tong thus it is tongs...because I said so.

For weeks Hubby has been edging fields and looking up in trees for his lost tongs.  He asked me, Have you seen my tongs?  Nope but I bet they're right where you left them.  "Right where you left them/it" is a fighting phrase around here.  Neither one of us wants to be reminded that we lose things...a lot.

I think they were used in an early spring clean up hauling things to the "bone yard".   (Here it's not junk at all but a parts store).  Old equipment that might be broken but there still could be a use for parts or can be fixed when we need it.  They all go here to die like the elephant's graveyard featured in the 1932 Tarzan movie with Johnny Weissmuller.

That's where he found them.  Right Where He Left Them.  In the bone yard where he had taken the broken basket ball post and goal (we had two, one broke in a strong storm).

Due to tornado, ice, drought, disease and life in general trees fall.  It's a fact, no matter how beautiful they are, they die.  During our floods of spring many fallen trees were in the creek.  Not good, that causes the water to back up and do more damage.  Almost like when trees were floated down river to the sawmills, there are log jams.  We don't have dynamite nor would we use it for this if we had some.  These dams do wreck havoc on fences, land, and things in general.

Thus our search for the log tongs which, by the way, WERE right where he left them.  He has worried and looked for these so long he had a solution so this will not happen again.

 Please note the color and he made sure I saw where he put them this time.  Now when he forgets he can say, I told you where I put them.

Now we can begin.  When I get brave enough to wade into the summer's growth to clip these tongs onto a log where the tractor can't go.  When I get brave enough to wade into the edges of the creek where the Cotton Mouths and Copperheads stay.  I will drag these heavy tongs into the deep unknown.  I will close them until they get a 'bite" on the log and motion for Tractor Man to lift it out.

We will make a pile here and there for the wild life to nest or hide or play where the high waters can't reach.  We will wait for the logs to feed the land.  

Just a hundred and forty-nine acres to go.

Lost for Poetry Jam

This week's prompt from the creative website Poetry Jam is Lost...anyway you want to say it.

LOST
I've lost many things
Of some I wasn't aware
I've lost my girlish figure
But haven't lost my hair

For everything we lose
Another thing we gain
That's a goodly rule
And helps ease our pain

This lass wasn't lost
But simply thrown away
Ki-Anne entered my world
I couldn't look the other way

I've lost my sense of direction
I lost my talent to draw
I can no longer write
But love comes with paws.

Looking For Lizzy...

I knew Lizzy's whine. As I sat at my computer I heard it. I looked out the open window but could not find her.  Junior could not find her.



 Squiggie couldn't find her.  I went to each outside door and had no luck.  Lizzy was not in sight.

Hubby found her.

How in the world did Lizzy get there?

Found and back in my arms, silly girl!!!

Ode To My Navel

Alas, my dear navel,

 I knew thee well

when you were but a gentle swell

marking the center of my being.

I lost sight of you during human incubation.

Oh, but you always returned.

You returned and swirled and dipped in gentle folds

and danced, when I laughed.

This season, I see you only in my reflection,

as you solemnly stare one-eyed.

Will you return after the holidays

so I may gaze into your eye once again?

Lost...

Anyone who works knows we must have an area meeting sometime. Yesterday was my day. Off to a town I knew nothing about. I had fine beginning, set my alarm for 5:30PM so got up late, needless to say. Flew around getting ready and already thirty minutes behind. Three hours from my destination, I felt fairly confident since I had seen this town from the freeway. No big deal, right?!

At meeting time I am still driving through this town looking for the meeting place. A building comes into my view with several seniors leaving. I whirl in to see if anyone is from this town and to get directions. A sweet white-haired angel offers to guide me there so I hop back in my car to follow her. She guides right to the front door and even gives me a hug.

The meeting is the standard you-are-doing-a-great-job-but...
Instead of enjoying the great lunch they served, I decided to see if I remembered where I left my car. I did not. I walked through three parking lots and finally found my car. Thank God I had not washed it or I would never have found it!

Leaving the meeting I confidently turned onto the road as if I knew where I was going. Thirty minutes later I knew I had no ideal where I was. I did get to see some wonderfully huge houses in my travels. I asked directions from four people and each one gave me the "easiest" directions. I asked a store clerk, a Lutheran cook, a person walking and a police officer!

By this time I have been driving for over an hour. I finally call my relief worker who has a photographic memory. She said where are you? If I knew that, why would I be calling? I said I see bales of hay in a field and no signs. She said do you see a log house on the right and next you will see this. She laughs and said I know where you are, just stay on the phone I will get you back home. I am almost hysterical because I am a control freak and do not like being lost. She talks me through and an hour later I am back in familiar territory.

A trip that should have taken me three hours has now turned into four and a half. I now realize how tense I was because my arms and hands are hurting where I have gripped the steering wheel. My legs are killing me from constantly shifting. My poison oak has kicked back in and I am weak in all joints!

I stop for chocolate, caffeine and nicotine...my three vices. I am now headed home on a road I know.

I know there are angels out there because I met a few today.