"It's my turn!" "No, it's my turn!." "It's my turn to turn," called the leaves. "It's my turn. I've been waiting a long time." "It's my turn to turn. I want to be pretty." "I'm trying really hard. It's beginning at my edges." "Look at me, look at me." "I guess I'm not ready yet," whined the littlest... Sign in to see full entry.
"There is no there there." ~ Gertrude Stein A return to my childhood home, not often, but now and then, always leaves me with mixed emotions. The house has been gone for eons now--it burned to the ground, so they say. Not only that, but the three houses to the south of it are also gone, and the... Sign in to see full entry.
They are red again...the crabapples across the way at the edge of our yard. I tried collecting a little pail of them since they are so abundant and making jelly for the fun of it, but it is much easier to just play with my photos on Photobucket and add fake frames and highlights, and just buy my... Sign in to see full entry.
No, I didn't shoot this photo today. It's an old one. In fact, I haven't done much of anything today. Just trying to get my head together. It's been going off in strange directions lately. Maybe that's because I've been thinking too much of the past, of family, and memories since I've been writing... Sign in to see full entry.
It was the birthday of Kansas City Sis yesterday and I spent a lot of time with her, just the two of us. There was a birthday dinner the day before that for several family members with birthdays in September, including Son #3. That one was like a big feast and we didn't need that again. Sis and I... Sign in to see full entry.
Where I walked today the shades of green caught my eye, each in its own tint and tone sang to me of happy birds, and scrambling squirrels intent upon their tasks and leaping on their way. The pleasing bright sunshine, sparkling between the fluffy white clouds warmed my face and gave me desire to... Sign in to see full entry.
Things are changing in my back yard, the cypress is quickly going bald; and the leaves of the sycamore are crinkling now like scraps of paper no longer wanted, and its scaling bark looks.....haunted. The seasons come and the seasons go; the sun shines and the winds do blow. The rains fall and the... Sign in to see full entry.
According to the calendar, it is two days away, but in reality, it is here already--autumn. The weather is perfectly cool, but sunny. The progression of color of the leaves will definitely keep my attention until there is nothing left but bare trunks and limbs, and winter is on its way again. Sign in to see full entry.
Morning mist at summer's end burns off, as the sun rises high in the sky, and Tapsy's Pond begins a new day as nocturnal critters skittle off into the deeper brush to hide, or sleep or just abide their time 'til eve rolls round again. Blogit trivia: Does anyone remember what long-gone Blogit writer... Sign in to see full entry.
Just a few steps outside my door the children play on a pretty day... or stay away if there's something more enticing. Sign in to see full entry.