In The Kingdom

of Queen Anne's Lace

the subjects are happy

and well fed.

Just One Plant

and one bee kept me entertained.

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.

An Award, Wet Dogs and Wild Flowers

Thanks, Linda, I am honored.  

I'm supposed to share seven things you don't know about me

One...I enjoy yogurt with chocolate syrup added

Two...I like ice cream with peanut butter

Three...I prefer sounds of nature over electronics

Four...I dislike house work

Five...I dislike house work

Six...My favorite animals are horses and dogs

Seven...My pant size is...Nope, not ever gonna know that one!

After the skunk escapade I encouraged to dogs to get wet

We played stick enough to muddy the water

Lil thought I should have played more.

The skunk smell was not gone

but it helped to rinse their eyes.

Even with the dry weather a flower still blooms.

Thursday's Things In A Row...

Country rows are first

They're the best to me

Petals, stamens, pistols, foliage

The vine is one long row to see.

 Core drill marks are plain to see

Drill a core, set  dynamite, blow the bluff.

Would nature be more lovely

Without this stuff?

We would have no road through solid rock

No dam for the water to block.

Sometimes "progress" is a load of crock.

The homesteads beneath the lake

Lie covered and forgotten

Immanent Domain allowed them to rape...

The Cancer center is full of rows,

Marble balls and concrete pots,

Laid brick roads. For what?

To give some peace to those who are treated?

To prepare the family for the optimism needed?

Personally I would rather see

Research dollars spent wisely.

 

I believe

There are more healing qualities

In Nature's beauty

Then can ever exist in this brazen absurdity.

 

You can tell I'm tired.

You can tell I'm disgusted.

Jumping through hoops of medical injustice.

Maybe I need you, as a bunch,

to give me a collective kick in the rump!

 

Hopefully when you join Pat

You'll see more enlightening rows than these.



Through Marcy's Eyes...

You may remember Marcy's camera died.

Our gift to her is a new camera for her birthday.

Marcy is my oldest sister

and delights us with her photos.

The mineral block on a rock drill core.

Spring is coming.

Marcy sees things I may never notice.

Her perceptions are fascinating

Her subjects are extraordinary.

Thank you, Marcy, for fixing my lunch,

for canning the produce,

for loving us all,

and for the great pictures.

Happy Birthday, Marcy!