I was toolin’ down Pine Street, coming from the library, goin’ to the Post Office, & I drove past this house. Hit the brakes & backed up. Passing the house, my mind figured this was a concrete dog that someone painted. Would kinda go along with the other “stuff” in the yard. But then the … Continue reading A Pretty Darn Good ‘No Solicitors’ Sign
This was in the parking lot of the Hy-Vee grocery store. I thought this was a really nice touch. But as far as I could tell, there was only one sign & one parking space. Hopefully, I missed a couple of others someplace else. Otherwise, I guess they’re just going to have to carpool. (Sycamore, … Continue reading Thank You For Your Service……But Only One at a Time Please?
“Frozen yogurt is tastier than ice cream; nobody is too old for cartoons; bald men are sexy; chocolate is the best medicine; BIG books are better; cats secretly rule the planet; and everything should be available in the color pink, including monster trucks.” ~~ Richelle Goodrich, ‘Smile Anyway’ (I did not do any photoshop type … Continue reading Sometimes Intense is Awfully……..Intense
purple monarda purple monarda pink daisies “For this, let gardens grow, where beelines end, sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia; where bees pray on their knees, sing praise in pear trees, plum trees; bees are the batteries of orchards, gardens, guard them.” ~~ Carol Ann Duffy (the first female Scottish Poet Laureate), ‘The Bees’ Continue reading The Bees, They Be Workin’…..
yellow coneflowers paperbark maple paperbark maple “It’s only adults who read the top layers most of the time. I think children read the internal meanings of everything.” ~~ Maurice Sendak, author of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ Continue reading Layers
“Sadly enough, my young friends, it is a characteristic of our age that if people want any gods at all, they want them to be gods who do not demand much, comfortable gods, smooth gods who not only don’t rock the boat but don’t even row it, gods who pat us on the head, make … Continue reading Protecting My Tomato Plants
“Sorry, old girl,” I said to [my bicycle] Gladys in the gray dishwater light of early morning, “but I have to leave you at home.” I could see that she was disappointed, even though she managed to put on a brave face. “I need you to stay here as a decoy,” I whispered. “When they … Continue reading Abandonment