For Terri’s Sunday Stills: October’s color is ochre, a brownish yellow, as shown above, but can range from yellow to deep orange. Perfect for showcasing your Fall colors!
The wind blows scattering dry leaves and sending the trees dancing leaves make their annual wardrobe change from vibrant gold to somber ochre dry grass prickles my feet breathe in the musty smells of old oak listen as the earth sighs her contentment cloaked in the wonder of the season I pause in anticipation … Autumn
The quadrille over at dVerse Poets Pub this week is hosted by merrildsmith who asks us to use “blanket” in our poem of 44 words.
Bland tans and shades of faded ocher blanket the hills, setting the scene with splashes of brilliant canary and saffron Autumn comes to lay her cloak of colored leaves upon the fertile soil, shielding tender seeds from Winter’s chill rich beauty, gone too soon
It’s been one of those summers. The ones that leave you panting for breath, so fatigued you can’t breathe, suffering from “pin cushion syndrome.” Add to that lockdowns, rampant fear, a part time job in the hospitality industry and you’ve got a recipe for disaster. So it was for me this year. That’s all over now, well, some of it’s over, OK, the JOB is over! Yes, I finally, totally retired.
RETIREMENT that time when you STOP living at work and begin working at living
So, to start us back off on the right foot, a few pics for Terri’s Sunday Stills challenge where our prompt is “dry” and the FOTD from Cee.
What a wildly appropriate prompt for this week. You see, I am one of those weird people. You know the ones who always know the moon phase. The ones who talk about the demise of betelgeuse, use coconut oil for everything, have an herb or an essential oil suggestion for any complaint. We talk about Woodstock, and the day John Lennon died, listen to music by Janis Joplin, Cage the Elephant, Omnia and George Strait with equal abandon. We’re the ones with the wild sparkle in our eyes, the messy hair, and perpetually dirty feet. We are the Star Seeds and Indigos, the lovers and the dancers. The ones who see all the pain and horror of this world, but love it anyway. Long live the wild and the weird! 🙂
Painted Bull at Taoyuan airport,Taiwan
And just to prove that art is truly international A painted bull buffalo from Custer, South Dakota
courtesy of Mother Nature, a dew drenched caterpillar tent on a juniper shrub
I have been around water most of my life, it’s where I tend to be most content. Sitting on a beach watching waves, perched on a rock in the river, watching clouds float across the sky, water everywhere. Water can be calm and reflective, it can be fun and playful, it can be frightening in it’s power. It is exhilarating and soothing at the same time. Now I was born on a water/air cusp so maybe my affinity is astrological or maybe, just maybe I have the heart of a mermaid. 🙂
A Perfect Moment
Sitting on a Rock in the middle of a river One sultry August afternoon The Summer sun warm on my face The mountain water cold on my dangling feet Ducks swim in the shade of a weeping willow At the river’s edge A summer breeze sings through the tree tops And dances with the slender aspens Against an Azure sky For a moment, life is …… perfect
Today is “tax day” in the US. That day when federal and state income tax returns, estimated payments, IRA contributions are all due. Except that this year they’re … not. All tax related deadlines have been postponed to July 15. But I am not concerned. I’m practicing “life as normal as possible” so I will go ahead and file today, electronically. We have a monthly visit to the health food coop planned for tomorrow, hoping to score the fresh needs for this month.
I’ve purchased and/or made several cloth face masks which I wear every time I go out of my house. I’m taking a bit of gaff for it from our local residents but, honestly, I don’t give a rat’s patootie about their opinion. I’m dealing with a spring flare right now which has hit me HARD! Not just the cough, fatigue and muscle pain either. It’s broken out in my skin … again. Sarcoidosis/lupus skin outbreaks are painful, and this time they have elected to attack the bottoms of my toes! “Burning Feet Syndrome” is not as funny as it sounds. The neuropathy pain is not pins and needles but the actual sensation of burning. I totally empathize with the Salem Witches!
Life goes on, as we all adjust to our new “normal”s. Stay Safe.
Room on Fire — Stevie Nicks
Til next time ~Keep your head down and your pantry full ~JPP
Happy Easter Monday! See, I do know what day it is! I wanted to share with you something I saw recently. A Dr. on TV was saying that during this time of pandemic, lockdowns, slowdowns, and quarantines we should focus on ourselves and our inner peace.
He also said it was a good time to look around us and finish up some of those things we started but have left unfinished. So, I looked through my house to find some things I started and hadn’t finished.
I finished off a botter of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha wemander of a Valuminium scriptun, and a box of chocletz.
Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now! So I’m sneding this to all who ned inner piss, don’t foget to hash yer wands, has a stafe day avrybobby!
Give Peas a Chance
Til next time ~All I am saying, is ‘buy peas in cans’ ~JPP