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

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Saturday Centus 169/Six Word Saturday

 It's a writing prompt using 110 words only and this photo...
more photos if you like.
Join Jenny for Saturday Centus.
How do you like to go up
In a swing?
I like to swing to the sky
Into the trees
Like flying
Through the tree limbs
If you just try
A little harder
Move your legs
Just a little more
You can soar
With the birds
Nothing can touch you
When you swing to the sky
Other days
I swing softly
And ponder
The color of grass
The ant crawling by
Or I like to twist the chain
Until I’m dizzy and
Nothing looks the same
Then stand up
To see
If I’m strong enough
To steady my world again
How do you like
To go up in a swing?
Shadow portrait of present and past

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Keeping Cool...Pat, Look Out!!!

The intense heat wave and dryness that has gripped many states shows very little relief in site.

Several animals have found ways to deal with the heat.  Check this out…one smart cool snake at Calamity Acres Hobby Farm.

Our snakes seem to have retreated but dogs are cooling parts any way they can.
Stay cool.

My little contribution to Mr Knowitall: Friday Flash....fifty-five words exactly.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Cold Frame...

that's what it was called when it grew early spring plants.  The structure partially underground was covered with hinged glass doors so the sun's warmth could coax the garden plants into early growth.  On warm days the doors were thrown wide for "toughening" the plants.  During nights of frost and ice the doors stayed closed.

The ground was composted and enriched naturally.  The tomatoes and peppers were started on Lincoln's birthday and the potatoes must be in the ground by St. Patrick's Day.  So many rules that worked...sometimes.
This is how it looks now.  That's right another &%*# project I've dreamed up for me to try to accomplish in humid triple digit heat indexes. I feel compelled to right all that has been neglected.  Dad built this Cold Frame and began plants here every spring.  Now it sets minus the frame with only the cold rock walls left.

I  must remove the weeds after trimming overhead limbs and enrich and rework the soil into a nice loose soil.

I think I will grow worms in this...fish bait, earth worms, creepy squiggly worms that people string on fish hooks to catch wonderful tasting fish with...yes, worms!  We have night crawlers and red worms now I just have to build them a cozy nest with rich soil they will enjoy staying in.

We all enjoy fishing and this location for the bait will be handy.

Raising rabbits and worms to sell were part of the money I earned growing up.  Wasn't easy but always sold out. Hopefully I will have a new successful worm village by next spring.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Sharing Yourself With Open Link Night

I may stand buck naked
But you'll never see my soul
Glimpses
Or hints of who I am
Will peek out
Only to run quickly
And hide
When you look
I may stand buck naked
But you'll never see my soul
For dVerse~Poets Pub Open Link Just Words.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Believing Green Will Return...

The brush pile grows 
On the west side
Lilacs are uncovered
Snowballs no longer hide
Paths are opened
Plants are thinned
We're needing rain 
To make green again
The raised bed holds three glads
Beneath the soil
The spring bulbs 
Are doing rehab.
Cone flowers feed the fly-bys
The rocks shade the skinks
Dry stacked rocks odd wood just lie
Space always grows, never shrinks.

Joining Two Shoes In Texas for her creative prompt this Tuesday. Join the fun.
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