I love these September mornings. The air is crisp and almost chilly. Sunlight brightens the treetops and leaves the lower leaves in shadow. My front flower garden is still mostly blooming, although some of the plants are decidedly drooping. Two giant marigolds have buds and are about to flower. Joe Pye has done all he’s […]
Jun 13, 2024
The Old Oak
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A large oak stands in front of the house. It is so tall and its limbs spread so wide that anyone standing under it during a rain is sheltered, as if by a giant umbrella. The tree is old and has seen many changes. A busy street a few feet away was once a dirt […]
May 22, 2024
Rain
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A dark, rainy morning. Thankfully, we’ve missed the vicious storms that hit Iowa and other places. My heart goes out to those people. A robin is cheerfully proclaiming a new day, maybe thinking of all the earthworms that will come tunneling to the top to keep from being drowned. As a hard shower started a […]
Feb 14, 2024
Backyard Birds
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Poem about Backyard Birds Six squirrels, some robins, a rabbit or two— My backyard resembles a wildlife zoo. Snowbirds, titmice, cardinals, and doves— Lots of pretty feathered friends that everybody loves. But, wait! What is the matter with this pushing, scolding pair? Those rude and raucous bluejays are not inclined to share. The jays are […]
Jan 13, 2024
Owlbert Learns to Fly
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Fly, Owlbert! Owlbert liked his dark, cozy home in the old oak tree. It was comfortable; it was warm. He slept all day and at night, Mama and Papa Owl brought him tasty morsels. What more could one small owl ask? “It’s time to learn to fly, Owlbert,” Mother owl hooted softly. “All little owlets […]
Dec 8, 2023
Backyard Zoo
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Backyard Zoo Six squirrels, some robins, a rabbit or two– My yard resembles a wildlife zoo. Snowbirds, titmice, cardinals and doves, Lots of birds that everyone loves. But, what is the matter with those noisy jays? They’re rude and raucous with no polite ways. They aren’t inclined to share and act sweet I’m sadly afraid […]
