The Nest

The nest was empty in the thorny bush
Woven by mastery not learned in a book
The fledglings departed a late summer day
Lock stock and barrel they flew away

Waiting for the next guest
To line with feathers and grass
Be mindful of the thorns
They're a pain in the ass.

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Looking Spring In The Eye

Marcy's many tulips were nodding their pretty heads

as the wind blew the bees away.

The family lilac survived.

For a time I had my doubts.

The flowering almond has crowded the Bridal's Wreath

while the second butterfly of the year

tasted the Money plant.

Farm Shots

Hen

rooster

Sir Loin

Collateral baby sits, too 

spring babies

Taking a ride

I Was Here First...

Back off.

Faces From The Shop

Today I worked at the family "shop".

Many people enjoy the step back in time.

Memories resurface from times past

Treasures tucked in every corner

With faces everywhere

Some old friends

And some that are a little scary

Faces we have grown up with

Remind us of the child still inside.

Tucked in surprise places

Familiar faces make us smile

Others make you wonder...

how in the heck did they think of that.