Entering

This morning I entered into Blogland Bleary, blurry eyed, but full of words My dreams bleed into the morning winds The moist air of Ohio tells me of another humid day to come wishing for a working air conditioner in this house when I know I should just do laundry in the chill of the…

Water

"Watah!" says Girlie from the back seat. "I get wet." Everyday, every fountain, sprinkler, lake, pond, stream or puddle we pass she declares with the sweetness of a three year old. Not a request, just a statement of fact.

Garden

So, instead of dipping the flower stems in wax and setting it alight, I thought it would be a good idea to dry the flowers and shake it liberally over the whole shallow garden.  The Silent Sentinel calls it the genitalia plant.I actually did plant lettuce, kale and arugula, it's just very small and overshadowed…

This toddler phenomenon

She was easy Now shrieking at the top of her lungs She used to like going to bed with Woof-woof. "BANG-BANG" using the plastic xylophone as a battering ram I would say, "Goodnight Girlie," and she would say, "Good night ma-ih." "THUMP JINGLE, THUMP JINGLE" using the plastic clown rattle to emphasize the syllables, "Let…

Journal Entry: Connections

One here One there An affinity for her prose enjoying his sentences whimsy in her tone mischief in his humor the sensual sound of reason While my life allows none. (My friends are bloggers who know a small safe part of me) Sometimes, I think I've connected then I feel the distance the darkness crowds…

May update

May 9, 2017 9am Going to court today to fight for residential custody of children already in my custody. The school district is making me do it. I really don't care about the tax implications, or the possibility of child support. I just want My Child to go to a school district where there are…

Dame’s Rocket

That's the name of the most beautiful sweet scented flower that bloomed free in the back yard of my old house. Not short it grows vertical almost overnight well I probably didn't notice while I was chasing babies in that century home. My habit is to pull weeds that could be goldenrod I have friends…

Sure

My art has been in my head more than in my hands these days Grabbing a handful of kentucky bluegrass winding through the stick trellis I notice a vine that meanders into the green with red veins The urge to pull falters as I cultivate another found plant for my ever expanding cottage garden Of…

Exhausted

I write with one arm underneath the keyboard, too lazy to get a hot water bottle for my sore wrist. The heat penetrates to the aching bones it feels good to rest without a toddler a teen toddler and a brooding young man. Life being what it is becomes a hassle not worth discussing. I…

If only

If only we could be individuals living in the country, meeting at town to trade goods and learn news of the town we visit once a week. Sure this news is interesting not really life affecting. I'd rather know who was born, whether we'd have enough cows, sheep, pigs and chickens to feed the families,…