It was an expression my mom used when something pleased her. Waking up to these unexpected visitors in our garden had just that effect on me.


Talks of takeovers
and takedowns –
deliberate misdirection
My mind is a tangle
my heart stripped raw
Us vs them a mantra
Choking on my own bile
darkness closing in –
I turn to so called heaven
Accusations on iced tongue
desperation pointing fingers
the sullen clouds an echo
Even in this stormy state
light, like fire challenges
Wake up! Wake up!
There in the twilight
beneath lambent skies
my resolve melts
How, from this perspective
can I contemplate hatred?
Love a more noble alternative
Like this Carolina Wren, I’m fixing my gaze on the unknown, senses alert. Temperatures are rising, we’re almost half way through July, and I’m feeling my determination strengthen. What change is on the horizon?
I’ll be over here pondering.
The events of the past few weeks, plus the rain, seemed to have caught up with me. Day’s goal: rest, rest, and more rest.
(Photo mine)
We held a garage sale this past Saturday – no small feat for two gimpy old folks. Fortunately, we had help, and as it was a town-wide event, there were many people out.
Still exhausted two days later, but feeling like this squirrel with his treasure – blessed by abundance.
(photo mine)
Do you think they are conspiring? Or just pondering the strangeness of humans?
A friend from my poetry circle honoured me with a birdhouse painted with Ukrainian colours. John has since passed away, and this summer we were finally able to give the birdhouse a home in our garden.
Happy to say, John, that the chickadees have settled in and I am joyfully reminded of you everyday.


