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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Spring In Tornado Alley

Wemberly Newest Great-great-niece, only two weeks old and, since she lives in Oklahoma already went through her first tornado warning and being rushed to the basement for protection while the warning sirens sounded-- loudly undulating incessantly. Her big eyes took it all in, but no crying she made.... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Things Are Not Always What They Seem

third largest mammal when set on his ear (not rear) becomes small double Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Better Than Snow

the thunder heard from afar is rolling in, and grumbling as it comes Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

I Saw One Today

pink magnolia blooms in sunshine, e'er comes the green at the cusp of spring Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Nigh On To Spring

My thrush is turdoid; it trills in the tree. I feed it seeds. It poops on my car...no, not on me. But my confidence wanes as I look t'wards the woods... not just my car but three other hoods. ~ Son #1 Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Signs

daffadowndilly and red maple tree flowers surely it's spring now Daffadowndilly She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind and curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor, "Winter is dead." ~... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Cuenca

The three-toed sloth hanging up-side-down by its claws in the lush canopy of the jungle did not escape notice by the harpy eagle even though he was very still, so still for so long that he was home to beetles, cockroaches, fungi and algae. The sloth had such hold on the branch of his tree that the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Once Is Enough

◠ ◡ ╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ A bout of lumbago had the recondite man tied up in knots of torment. He could not bend to retrieve what his fumbling fingers dropped; in fact, he couldn't crouch, or sit, or stand for long in one place. He couldn't lie upon his bed without rolling about trying to find a position in which... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Boii

Ὕλη In the dense forest the trees, hlud in the wind, prevented the woodcutter from hearing the call from the stone rampart and the watchtower above the village. It wasn't that he missed the call due to wǽdelness. He did his best each day, a wēr and his wīfmann proud of his strength -- as he split... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Hwynca

ᚣ "Man was born free, and everywhere he is in irons" The feisty tige was after the padduc when she fell into the bog, and fighting for footing, sank to her bell ere Maida could reach the bleating doe. Too far from the burh to cry for help, and fearing her own entrapment in the peat mire, she ran... Sign in to see full entry.

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