Puppet on a string

 

Red flowers are attractive.

They could dance and boom.

No one is out walking this morning.

Quiet as can be out there.

This is a day to straighten the area.

I’ll take it easy getting the space in order.

Nothing special weather wise.

We’re in a good position.

Working it out baby

Thinking what she has to do today.

Little is out there this morning.

A large, sitting ball of bunnie.

Now now heading to the back yard.

Gets up early.

It’s a week before the middle of July.

Prime summer.

What we wish and wait for the rest of the year.

This is a perfect warm day.

Splashing water birds are set for

Green grass is growing

A luminous summer day.

large deer

 

Lost the entry for today 6 July 2023.

Seemed another day progressed on schedule.

A large deer appeared in the back yard,

Standing on the edge of the woods.

Not moving. Waiting patiently. With

Only the slightest turn of her head.

Not moving, practically invisible.

I carefully wrote about this wonderful anima

Then lost my entry when I searched to

Make sure it was there.

It rarely happens that I loose one. I think.

The deer was magnificent.

What I wrote seemed complimentary and

Then it was a blank page.  I did it again.

Safety first

 .00 a number, signifying rain predicted for tomorrow.

The figure is a scant larger than today’s

The ciphers for both days are minimal.

Water minimal is what we live with.

When I start looking for water from the sky

On the days before it begins-

I’m ready to end the dryness.

Help these flowers and vegetables grow

Akron is around the corner;

So when do we hear, then see the Goodyear Blimp.

Low and floating overhead.

Now there is an event-and-a-half.

a Foggy day unexpectedly

You’d think it’d be over,

Its Tuesday of  a week celebrating.

Today is finally the holy.

All are worn and going strong.

It must be that way

But nearly nine

And no one has moved.

They were out early, so must be resting.

I’ll take my time to figure what’s up.

Fog and silence start the day.

A large rabbit just walked by.

Eating and slow hopping. My my.

I slept and dreamed last night;

It was quite the magical crowd.

Now its fine, just struck nine.

No more fireworks banging off so very loud.

Long holidays

 

Line the celebration across the weekend.

The longest stretch of holiday in my lifetime.

Seems whipped open

Hardiness full of up and comings.

The house across the street is the Methodist pastor’s home.

 Monique is she, we just met.

She shouted hi and walked over.

A friendly new neighbor, we’ll take one.

So there we have our holidays weekend underway.

Poco a poco, little by little

We discover where we are.

Our times are bright

France disturbances

 

Tough times spread 

Listening to what’s said

Rough all over.

 Cover your head.

i am almost done

 

Here we be. Wrapping up.

Great spirit that is greater than any of us.

Way it ought to be.

Take it easy. The holiday is upon us.

This magical stuff is hard to take

Like card tricks by a magician.

If I say magic again

something may disappear 

Cool and quiet

 

Not overly still or off the scale temperature wise.

Just fine and dark.

Damp out.

hardly notice any difference on the inside.

Will be a good Sunday for most anything.

Reasonable activities always fit well.

Have room around the woods for robins,

Cardinals, chipmunks. Rabbits, squirrels and the rest.

Deer walk by now and then,

Or every night.