The weather reports called for alarm. Snowmegedon was on the way. People bought up salads and bread and cans of soda pop. This is what we actually got. I survived.
It was a regular thing for a few years. A cat was always plopped down in the middle of the catnip patch under the apple tree, surveying the yard all day (when not sleeping). Eventually I found out that the apple tree was happier and looked better if it got an annual pruning or two....
I’m working on a painting. The scene, which I love, depicts two people on a porch and is half way done. So I found myself in the same room with one of my models and got the okay to snap a picture so I can attend to some certain details. We went out side and...
Fair lands have their storms, food roots come of dirt Soothing music instruments with cacophony can flirt Every spice can be too much though some can be too spare Any oven still can just burn instead of roast with care So Yes to all compassion and Yes to ‘get along’! Yes to storms aplenty, when...