We call him Mr. Krackelberry.
Our camper "Daisy" overlooked the lake and the beautiful cloudy breezy sky was magnificent. . .
and. . . the sunsets. . . just amazing
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Twin Lakes 2012
Spring has sprung and we're off on our camping adventures again. The weather was too cool for kayaking but the spring posies were blooming and the bathrooms were clean and warm.
We call him Mr. Krackelberry.
Our camper "Daisy" overlooked the lake and the beautiful cloudy breezy sky was magnificent. . .
and. . . the sunsets. . . just amazing
We call him Mr. Krackelberry.
Our camper "Daisy" overlooked the lake and the beautiful cloudy breezy sky was magnificent. . .
and. . . the sunsets. . . just amazing
Friday, January 27, 2012
FEBRUARY POETRY challenge to myself
February always seems to be a hard month, a transitional month, a wintry month, though it does contain Valentine's Day and my birthday and my daughter's birthday. . .it still seems to be a hard month. So, beginning the 1st of February and for the whole month I will daily write and "blog" a poem, which is rather intimidating because I cannot practice or predict what each will be. So, stay tuned for my own POETRY CHALLENGE to push the February blues away. . .
Now, I'm not saying they will be "good" but they will be "daily."
February 1st
FEBRUARY
Arrived last night
Right on schedule
Right past midnight
Sailed right in on
Silver grey seas
Silent seas
February came to niggle
And nudge the bulbs
And violets
Into action
No big applause
No trumpets or fireworks
Just quiet like always
Like every year
February came
February 2nd
SQUIRREL
The pleasantly plumped and plumed
Little rascal leaps lyrically
Bounding right up through thorns
On bare branches to lustily attack
The voluptuously rounded
Lusciously red
Rose hips
Then
With a turn and a leap sails off
Through the faded and faltering
Picket fence into the safety
And shelter of pine and oak
Filled with inedible bunches
Of mistletoe
February 3rd
THE CIRCUS
Has come to town
and is in my back yard
Mostly the aerial acts
Trapeze artists with
Feathers and beaks
Swinging/teetering/tweeting
Atop high wires
Amid ancient clothes pins
Flying perch to perch
Flying branch to branch
Flying with no safety net
February 4th
CUPS
Attract me
I like cups
China cups
Not plastic
I like white cups
And colored cups
Painted and printed cups
Whole cups and
Chipped cups even
Cups without handles
I like cups to hold or
To stack
As if sitting in laps
I like the shape of cups
The use of cups
The intimacy of cups
Mouth to the rim
Lips slightly parted
Receiving
February 5th
I HAVE A RULER
That measures not in
Inches but in bunnies
Four bunnies make eleven
And three quarter inches
Or exactly 300 centimeters
Would (do you think)
The world be a better place
If we measured in bunnies?
February 6th
MY CAMELLIAS
Are opening
Unfurling their full skirts
Twirling their own pink beauty
And I'm thinking about
The absence of fragrance
To round out their essence
Perhaps it would have been
Too much - Too thick - Too pure
Overwhelming the senses
Perhaps their scent remains captive
In heaven - released only on holy occasions
Such as birth or death or resurrections
February 7th
I'VE BEEN MISSING
My mom of late and
I'm pretty sure she's
Been missing me
Not the mom I knew but
The one I didn't
Not the daughter she knew but
The one she didn't
We're been missing each other
The one we missed knowing
February 8th
DID YOU KNOW
That by laying a square
Plastic travel clock
On its side you can change
Your perception of time
In such as way as to alter
The state of your mind
If you lay the clock on
Its left side what looked
Like 12:15 is actually
3:30 and I don't know
If this is important or not but
It is definitely something to be
Aware of and
Wary of clocks lying
On the wrong side
February 9th
The milky morning moon
Pale as underbelly feathers
Drifts quickly out over treetops
Moving right along its daily
Ordained journey giving light to lovers
Rousing morning glories and chickens
February 10th
MORNING CAFE
Light jazz tinkles in the background
Amid the clatter of cups and saucers
Snatches of conversations drift lazily
Infused with the aromas of coffee and
Sweet things with nuts and brown sugar
I notice friends - face to face - offering help
Lending advice and wise counsel
While the solitary furiously exercise
Their thumbs over tiny electronic devices
How fortunate to be a friend with a friend
Offering a hearing ear - a gentle touch
Eye contact
February 11th
SATURDAY MORNING
I don't want to get up
Just stay here in bed
While I gaze out the window
At the appearance of a wispy
Blue strip gently expanding and
Contracting between layers of
Grey and lavender and peach
I can see it is cold and I'm not
In a hurry coffee's been brewed
Here comes the first flurry
February 13th
CAMELLIAS
The stiff pink petticoats of
The camellias have gone limp
Drooped right down to their socks
Hanging like damp tissues
Yesterday they frolicked
Twirling and flinging out
Their fine pink beauty for
The universe to admire and behold
But last night the frost came
Froze the pond and froze the song
And froze the haughty blooms
Right where they hung
February 14th
SAY WHAT?
she smiled as she held out
keys and quartered persimmons
i didn't understand but was warmed
by her smile and the moist fruit
glistening in her hard-scarred
well-washed hands and i focused
on the fruit shining like
rosy red frog eggs puzzled
crammed together cheek to jowl
forgetting the keys I don't
understand
February 15th
THOUGHT BUDS
Generally form
Silently slowly
Swelling on slender
Twigs of brain
Circuits or some such
Electro-molecular filament
Until a slight bump appears
Niggling convention
Altering the universe
Forever
February 16th
Heavily knobbed
Branches tremble
As the woof of
The wind charges
Through
Upsetting
Trash cans and
Lawn chairs causing
Chickadees and sparrows
To seek shelter
Beneath long dead
Logs spent leaves
And brambles surprised
By the warmth and the
Brunch
February 17th
Most of what you hear or read
Remains inconsequential
Merely surface fluff unless it is
Purposely grabbed and implemented
Before flying off to join
The multitudes of high ideals and
Good intentions soaring above
The planet headed for Jupiter or Mars
Where they may be detained and implemented
By another more skilled in life than you
February 18th
"C"
As a floozy she surely wasn't
Skinny thing with limbs all akimbo
Pained and somewhat useless
Could hardly cross the street
Without the help of another
Her pimp perhaps yes
Perhaps her pimp got her there
Pained and somewhat useless
February 20th
BLUE STAR
I once bought a deep blue stained glass
Star for someone I won't name and I
Didn't give it to her but hung it on a fine
Chain from the ledge above my front window
Where it transformed white light to blue
Except for its center which was empty - no heart
Every time I pass that translucent star hanging
Lazily reflecting blue into my life I am reminded
That I should have released that heartless star
Long ago but daily I don't
February 21st
I SAW TWO DEAD SKUNKS TODAY
They were not near each other nor
On the same highway and I thought
How unusual or odd that two distant
Skunks would have been out in the cold
Last night not watching where they
Were going and got squished which
Reminded me of stories told by my mom
To my brother and me about animals
That talked and one was a skunk but
I cannot remember her name - the skunk
Not my mom and it is making my head
A little squirrely trying to remember
I think it was Sweet Pea but I'm not sure
And now that memory will haunt me
Until I call my brother and ask
And he will say
What skunk
Mom never told us stories
February 23rd
TULIPS
Are popping - marching
Right up from the trenches
Stout and tight in tidy rows
Obedient as stars waiting in
Formation for the word
Perhaps the sound of a nod
From above
"YES"
February 24th
OVERHEARD
I just want you to know
You must help Anna
She's in the freezer climbing
Up the shelves to get her soup
On the top shelf which is too high
You must move her soup to a lower shelf
Anna's not so young any more and
You don't want to find her lying
On the floor - conked her head
I just want you to know she's
In the freezer climbing
and you must help her
You must move the soup
I just wanted you to know
February 27th
THE LETTER "R"
Rouge red osprey purposely
Hover over rivulets running
Richly over amorous grovel
Rough ridges strangely stretched
Across rising resurgent overflow
Bruised Destroyed
Natural Failure
as you can see. . . I did not finish . . . but I did get several good ones to work on at a later date to put into my next book of poetry . . . coming out in the fall of 2012
Now, I'm not saying they will be "good" but they will be "daily."
February 1st
FEBRUARY
Arrived last night
Right on schedule
Right past midnight
Sailed right in on
Silver grey seas
Silent seas
February came to niggle
And nudge the bulbs
And violets
Into action
No big applause
No trumpets or fireworks
Just quiet like always
Like every year
February came
February 2nd
SQUIRREL
The pleasantly plumped and plumed
Little rascal leaps lyrically
Bounding right up through thorns
On bare branches to lustily attack
The voluptuously rounded
Lusciously red
Rose hips
Then
With a turn and a leap sails off
Through the faded and faltering
Picket fence into the safety
And shelter of pine and oak
Filled with inedible bunches
Of mistletoe
February 3rd
THE CIRCUS
Has come to town
and is in my back yard
Mostly the aerial acts
Trapeze artists with
Feathers and beaks
Swinging/teetering/tweeting
Atop high wires
Amid ancient clothes pins
Flying perch to perch
Flying branch to branch
Flying with no safety net
February 4th
CUPS
Attract me
I like cups
China cups
Not plastic
I like white cups
And colored cups
Painted and printed cups
Whole cups and
Chipped cups even
Cups without handles
I like cups to hold or
To stack
As if sitting in laps
I like the shape of cups
The use of cups
The intimacy of cups
Mouth to the rim
Lips slightly parted
Receiving
February 5th
I HAVE A RULER
That measures not in
Inches but in bunnies
Four bunnies make eleven
And three quarter inches
Or exactly 300 centimeters
Would (do you think)
The world be a better place
If we measured in bunnies?
February 6th
MY CAMELLIAS
Are opening
Unfurling their full skirts
Twirling their own pink beauty
And I'm thinking about
The absence of fragrance
To round out their essence
Perhaps it would have been
Too much - Too thick - Too pure
Overwhelming the senses
Perhaps their scent remains captive
In heaven - released only on holy occasions
Such as birth or death or resurrections
February 7th
I'VE BEEN MISSING
My mom of late and
I'm pretty sure she's
Been missing me
Not the mom I knew but
The one I didn't
Not the daughter she knew but
The one she didn't
We're been missing each other
The one we missed knowing
February 8th
DID YOU KNOW
That by laying a square
Plastic travel clock
On its side you can change
Your perception of time
In such as way as to alter
The state of your mind
If you lay the clock on
Its left side what looked
Like 12:15 is actually
3:30 and I don't know
If this is important or not but
It is definitely something to be
Aware of and
Wary of clocks lying
On the wrong side
February 9th
The milky morning moon
Pale as underbelly feathers
Drifts quickly out over treetops
Moving right along its daily
Ordained journey giving light to lovers
Rousing morning glories and chickens
February 10th
MORNING CAFE
Light jazz tinkles in the background
Amid the clatter of cups and saucers
Snatches of conversations drift lazily
Infused with the aromas of coffee and
Sweet things with nuts and brown sugar
I notice friends - face to face - offering help
Lending advice and wise counsel
While the solitary furiously exercise
Their thumbs over tiny electronic devices
How fortunate to be a friend with a friend
Offering a hearing ear - a gentle touch
Eye contact
February 11th
SATURDAY MORNING
I don't want to get up
Just stay here in bed
While I gaze out the window
At the appearance of a wispy
Blue strip gently expanding and
Contracting between layers of
Grey and lavender and peach
I can see it is cold and I'm not
In a hurry coffee's been brewed
Here comes the first flurry
February 13th
CAMELLIAS
The stiff pink petticoats of
The camellias have gone limp
Drooped right down to their socks
Hanging like damp tissues
Yesterday they frolicked
Twirling and flinging out
Their fine pink beauty for
The universe to admire and behold
But last night the frost came
Froze the pond and froze the song
And froze the haughty blooms
Right where they hung
February 14th
SAY WHAT?
she smiled as she held out
keys and quartered persimmons
i didn't understand but was warmed
by her smile and the moist fruit
glistening in her hard-scarred
well-washed hands and i focused
on the fruit shining like
rosy red frog eggs puzzled
crammed together cheek to jowl
forgetting the keys I don't
understand
February 15th
THOUGHT BUDS
Generally form
Silently slowly
Swelling on slender
Twigs of brain
Circuits or some such
Electro-molecular filament
Until a slight bump appears
Niggling convention
Altering the universe
Forever
February 16th
Heavily knobbed
Branches tremble
As the woof of
The wind charges
Through
Upsetting
Trash cans and
Lawn chairs causing
Chickadees and sparrows
To seek shelter
Beneath long dead
Logs spent leaves
And brambles surprised
By the warmth and the
Brunch
February 17th
Most of what you hear or read
Remains inconsequential
Merely surface fluff unless it is
Purposely grabbed and implemented
Before flying off to join
The multitudes of high ideals and
Good intentions soaring above
The planet headed for Jupiter or Mars
Where they may be detained and implemented
By another more skilled in life than you
February 18th
"C"
As a floozy she surely wasn't
Skinny thing with limbs all akimbo
Pained and somewhat useless
Could hardly cross the street
Without the help of another
Her pimp perhaps yes
Perhaps her pimp got her there
Pained and somewhat useless
February 20th
BLUE STAR
I once bought a deep blue stained glass
Star for someone I won't name and I
Didn't give it to her but hung it on a fine
Chain from the ledge above my front window
Where it transformed white light to blue
Except for its center which was empty - no heart
Every time I pass that translucent star hanging
Lazily reflecting blue into my life I am reminded
That I should have released that heartless star
Long ago but daily I don't
February 21st
I SAW TWO DEAD SKUNKS TODAY
They were not near each other nor
On the same highway and I thought
How unusual or odd that two distant
Skunks would have been out in the cold
Last night not watching where they
Were going and got squished which
Reminded me of stories told by my mom
To my brother and me about animals
That talked and one was a skunk but
I cannot remember her name - the skunk
Not my mom and it is making my head
A little squirrely trying to remember
I think it was Sweet Pea but I'm not sure
And now that memory will haunt me
Until I call my brother and ask
And he will say
What skunk
Mom never told us stories
February 23rd
TULIPS
Are popping - marching
Right up from the trenches
Stout and tight in tidy rows
Obedient as stars waiting in
Formation for the word
Perhaps the sound of a nod
From above
"YES"
February 24th
OVERHEARD
I just want you to know
You must help Anna
She's in the freezer climbing
Up the shelves to get her soup
On the top shelf which is too high
You must move her soup to a lower shelf
Anna's not so young any more and
You don't want to find her lying
On the floor - conked her head
I just want you to know she's
In the freezer climbing
and you must help her
You must move the soup
I just wanted you to know
February 27th
THE LETTER "R"
Rouge red osprey purposely
Hover over rivulets running
Richly over amorous grovel
Rough ridges strangely stretched
Across rising resurgent overflow
Bruised Destroyed
Natural Failure
as you can see. . . I did not finish . . . but I did get several good ones to work on at a later date to put into my next book of poetry . . . coming out in the fall of 2012
Monday, December 5, 2011
INCARCERATED - the poem
I wrote this poem last year, but when I began to see the Christmas tree lots spring up along the highways, I decided to resurrect it for the holidays. I still like it very much!
yesterday i saw
a flock of evergreens
ensconced in a
Christmas tree lot
crowded together
pushing and shoving
jostling for position
tightly against a chain
link fence topped
with razor wire
confined with no
way of escape
incarcerated
through no fault of
their own looking
like puppies in a
pound up for adoption
anxiously peering
hopefully expectant
eyes pleading
choose me
pick me
please take me home
with you
pretty please
i'll be your best friend...
POSTSCRIPT
today the 26th of december
i again drove by the lot
and saw the aftermath
looking like photos
from news reports or
pictures from life magazine
the cut-off bodies
boughs laid flat
on the ground
in rows
silent except for
the sound of the
chipper being brought
to life
green expectant lives
new destiny
mulch
perhaps to protect and
nourish newly planted
evergreen sprigs
this spring
if they had mouths
or a voice
would they tell?
yesterday i saw
a flock of evergreens
ensconced in a
Christmas tree lot
crowded together
pushing and shoving
jostling for position
tightly against a chain
link fence topped
with razor wire
confined with no
way of escape
incarcerated
through no fault of
their own looking
like puppies in a
pound up for adoption
anxiously peering
hopefully expectant
eyes pleading
choose me
pick me
please take me home
with you
pretty please
i'll be your best friend...
POSTSCRIPT
today the 26th of december
i again drove by the lot
and saw the aftermath
looking like photos
from news reports or
pictures from life magazine
the cut-off bodies
boughs laid flat
on the ground
in rows
silent except for
the sound of the
chipper being brought
to life
green expectant lives
new destiny
mulch
perhaps to protect and
nourish newly planted
evergreen sprigs
this spring
if they had mouths
or a voice
would they tell?
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Huntington Beach State Park
After this wonderful trip to the beach I feel lazy and have no amazing words to describe our trip...so I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Lake Lanier
This week spent in Cumming, GA was pay back for such a brutally hot summer in the south...this week was perfect. Sunny with enough breeze to keep things interesting - cool days and cooler nights making the hot chocolate taste great.
The leaves were just beginning to turn color and I had a pair of scissors, so of course I cut heart shapes to stick on boards and branches to photograph. I'm sure that's exactly what you would have done if you'd had such a beautiful day to enjoy.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Northern Adventure
OK, if you've been reading my blog for any length of time you know that we like food and I like to take pictures of it. On our trip up north we stopped at a Mennonite weekend market called the Wind Mill overlooking Keuka Lake. I bought great pumpkins and we ate butter steamed potatoes and Zweigle's Italian sausage with peppers and onions. Then we ate ice cream at Seneca Farms in Penn Yan. I had a Mexican Sunday with coffee ice cream and chocolate sauce with Spanish peanuts. Maybe I should be a food writer!! But, back to the pumpkins...northern pumpkins are much more varied and exotic than those offered in Greenville. I think northern ones are "free-range" or perhaps anything bought on vacation just seems better.
One of our favorite family things to do in Rochester, NY was to go to the Rochester Museum and Science Center. Walking down memory lane, Phil and I decided to stop by to see if the dioramas had been dusted and the tiny Indians and their bark canoes had been repaired. Good to say that all was fresh, dusted, and repaired! I took this photo because I have not seen a Mastodon in a very long time.
The Erie Canal flows right through my town and even offers canal rides and week-long adventures on old fashioned canal boats.
My home town of Fairport, NY takes fishing seriously and makes fresh bait available day or night through the use of "bait vending machines" placed strategically around town.
One of our favorite family things to do in Rochester, NY was to go to the Rochester Museum and Science Center. Walking down memory lane, Phil and I decided to stop by to see if the dioramas had been dusted and the tiny Indians and their bark canoes had been repaired. Good to say that all was fresh, dusted, and repaired! I took this photo because I have not seen a Mastodon in a very long time.
The Erie Canal flows right through my town and even offers canal rides and week-long adventures on old fashioned canal boats.
My home town of Fairport, NY takes fishing seriously and makes fresh bait available day or night through the use of "bait vending machines" placed strategically around town.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Lake Hartwell
We have only eaten in one restaurant in Anderson. It is called The Corner Bagel Shop and if it was in my neighborhood, I would go every day and weigh a hundred pounds more than I do. Homemade bread and bagels are turned into fresh creative sandwiches and bagel chips. mmmmmmm This may just be one of the main reasons we camp in this area. Lunch!
Lake level was way down and the shore was muddy, but oh so beautiful when you didn't look directly at it and just considered it all sandy beaches. The water sparkled and the fish jumped. It was perfect!
Although the weather was warm there was a touch of autumn in the air and on a few leaves as well.
Our campsite had a perfect view of the water and the lovely sunsets...as you can see...
Lake level was way down and the shore was muddy, but oh so beautiful when you didn't look directly at it and just considered it all sandy beaches. The water sparkled and the fish jumped. It was perfect!
Although the weather was warm there was a touch of autumn in the air and on a few leaves as well.
Our campsite had a perfect view of the water and the lovely sunsets...as you can see...
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