Two Eagles watching goslings napping
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Goslings napping, parents aware of Eagles across the pond
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black velvet pansies
this years delight
bright magenta blooms startle
coffee and cream pansies soothe
bleeding hearts favorite of neighbor
each time he walks by
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five families of Canadian geese
… no passport required …
Mill Pond for swimming and lessons
then nap time for all,
dad watches the sky
two eagles watching goslings napping
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men with cameras big as tanks
looking for eagles,
not goslings playing at feet
others with easels painting far mountains
in her own world
hubby grabs a book then dozes in sun
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first time sighting: egret at top of tree
tourists scan horizon ~ never over head
no sign of geese or goslings ~ gone in hiding
people from away escaping summer heat
for me and my feathered friends
Goldilocks DownEast summer
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Prompt: joyous discoveries you’ve made so far this summer
for Imaginary Garden with Toads
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Flora records indicate wisteria has been known to live up to 100 years and even older
A great wisteria (藤, fuji) blossoms at Ashikaga Flower Park in Ashikaga, Tochigi, Japan.
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Sunday
“the treadmill hours” *
the dreaded day
of
“what do people do
on Sunday”
…. a sort of
spin your wheels
kind of day
for me
as a child
and
early teen.
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We didn’t
go to church
tho I knew
people did every week.
Read
the Sunday comics…
after Dad read
the paper first.
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Mother
had a plan
for
Sunday meals
it seems….
I laugh now,
but it was normal
back in the day.
For a few weeks
or
months…
it seemed
like months
in my memory,
baked chicken,
then
yummy roast
with
potatoes, carrots
and onions
all
baked together
til
brown and delish.
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I
remember
wondering
about what
“other people”
did on
“treadmill hours Sundays”…
Reading
in my room,
or watching sports
on tv with Dad
(we got a tv
with rabbit ears
when I was 10
or 11.
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At first I was bored,
but got to
love
the Milwaukee Braves,
Green Bay Packers
and
professional bowlers tour
(that
might have been
on Saturday…
so long ago
it was).
Treadmill hours Sundays,
my first thought
of any Sunday
that I could remember
a specific
memory.
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Times changed.
I changed.
But
when I’m at a loss
for what
to do
…like today…
I remember,
Sundays
were always a puzzle
for me…
wondering what is it
that
others do,
and why
are Sundays
so important
that
what ever people DO
on Sundays,…
why
can’t they do it
on Mondays,
or Tuesdays…
ANY
day
of the week.
Sigh
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*The “treadmill hours” phrase is credited to
Hedgewitch at “Lifesentences” … it gave a name to those days
of wondering during my childhood of what DID
people do on Sundays. Please read her post at:
HTTP://VERSISCAPE-LIFESENTENCES.BLOGSPOT.COM/2014/04/SUNDAY-SPACE.HTML
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YOU ARE AMONG TOADS
“Think as I think,” said a man,
“or you are abominably wicked;
you are a toad.”
And after I thought of it, I said,
“I will, then, be a toad.” ~ Stephen Crane
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YOU ARE AMONG TOADS
“Think as I think,” said a man,
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” Monkey Business”‘ photo (c) Jennifer MacNeill
“Artistic Interpretations with Margaret –
“The Collector” through the lens of Jennifer MacNeill
http://jmacneillphotography.com/
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Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries
are some of the occasions in which
gift giving occurs.
Most of us have certain belongings
we cherish, not for their financial value,
but for the memories they evoke.
A few of us have gotten rid of things
for the opposite reason. ..
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We all display about our homes
a few of our favorite things,
but what happens when we
discard them or well,
they “outlive” us?
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At
the top
of the attic
stair well
on a shelf
Grandma’s toys
for all to see.
I wonder,
when I visit
that house,
with everything
still in it’s place,
what
grandma was like
as a little girl.
No one seems
to know
or if they do
what is the
SECRET
no one will
talk about
even
now ?
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Her
Photos
sort of look
like a neat
and prim
me…
ha !
THAT
will be the
DAY
neat and
Prim
ME
!
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Her toys,
so clean
after all these years.
Were they loved
and carefully
played
with?
and
not
for
show ?
Maybe
gifts
that
needed
to be
fussed over
when the
“giver”
visited.
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Did grandma
have names
for them
…. talk to them
like they were
her
children
and call
“goodnight”
to them
at bed time.
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The monkey
has no music to play ?
Did the music sound
like noise and
annoy her mother
and disappear.
Or a sibling
hide the music box
and
it was
never
thought of
to be found again.
Family mystery …
what grandma
was like
when she was young.
Sadness
overwhelms me
when I think
that I only knew
grandma
when she was old
and cranky.
Her photos
show a neat young girl,
with wavy hair
pulled back in a ribbon…
and a pretty smile.
I
wonder ~
if she ever
climbed a tree
or got dirty and dusty
playing like
other kids.
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Toys on a shelf.
Like that was
their life.
Show pieces
not play pieces.
I
wonder.
Always there,
it seems
and kept
for the ages ~
if back in the day
grandma
ever made up a
story,
just for herself,
about her
toys on a shelf ~
to give them
each a life.
The toys
aren’t talking.
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“MuM” ‘s the word.
“Monkey Business”
the name of the game
families play
instead of
“I’ve got a Secret”
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Home to more than 236 types of birds…
http://scenery.cultural-china.com/en/113Scenery8538.html
Red Beach, Panjin, China
Red Beach is located in the Liaohe River Delta,
about 30 kilometers southwest of Panjin City in China.
The beach’s unique color is caused by a type of plant
called Suaeda vera or Shrubby Sea-blite
which is a coastal species that flourishes in the saline-alkali soil.
The plant remains green during the summer but in the fall,
when the plant has matured, it takes on a deep red color
creating a stunning red sea landscape.
Most of Red Beach is a nature reserve and closed to the public.
Only a small, remote section is open to tourists.
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© Sigrid Saradunn. 1960’s Puppet Political Protest: Bread and Puppet Museum, Glover, VT.
Protest puppets stored in a 150 year old barn/museum. A do it yourself tour .. and don’t forget to turn out the lights 🙂 ♥
For more history of the puppets and museum: http://breadandpuppet.org/museum
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© Sigrid Saradunn 2012
Written for Day 6 … Miz Quicky’s Impromptu Poetry Month. “Clouds”
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“Clouds”
written in response to a poem by Misky for Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry prompt, Clouds
http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/my-head-is-cloudy-white-noise/
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