Dream swirled with me in it.
Now I’ve coffeed once and
Am looking over my shoulder for more.
Baby squirrel and new little bunnie are in the back yard.
Weather is dry this middle of the week.
Warming to mid seventies.
Nothing so terribly hot or humid.
Feels like it’ll be regular, good summer day
I’ll jot a little, like this I’m doing.
We’ll see what will be as the calendar spins.
On and off again, working it out.
Smile and think good, what it’s about.
Other parts had the rain
We were border dry,
Finally one day it came our way.
Now I’m sitting, waiting again, no lie.
What we usually get is a forecast of rain.
Then nothing happens.
Skies always cloudy
So rain seems around the corner.
Will be very warm for these parts.
Not like Texas with temps absurd .
Our area is warm enough for us.
We need a forest to hide in heavy green.
We do have a small woods on one side.
i can check the weather there.
It will make our acre yard worth while.
Instead of taking for granted I’ll examine.
Now the fine line of wonder opens.
Hello good June Sunday, come on in,
Blue sky, clouds flow puffy again,
A measure for how and where we’ve been.
the little bunny sat a while
not moving just looking.
i had toast, grape jelly and a coffee
and kept an eye out; nothing happened.
at this moment all looks good.
perhaps there was a splash of rain last night.
plants are healthy.
cloudy but I think warm enough.
this is the kind of today we need .
how a summer day should be.
feeling okay how it all comes about.
practically a heart warming comedy.
Avoiding the crowd is the scheme
Trader Joe’s is on our beam.
Best plans for our team. up early, dressed to go.
Started counting bunnies, our movement became slow.
Five or so, front and back.
Moving to new places
Figuring who is who.
Hard to tell bunnies apart.
Happy to have them hopping here
Makes home seem calm and friendly.
A plethora of Baby chipmunks and fewer dogs.
It’s user friendly.
Hello friends, how have you been?
I’m pleased to have you as my former classmates.
Everyone recalls another fracture.
Good to have the memories.
For all time we’ll be
Set into the class of 63.
Count us up, how many are we?
And dance to the music.
That means it was six something
when I leaned forward in the bed
Because Meri was standing there and said
Lean forward and you can see the little one
Right there. And I did and did.
Then looking out the front with coffee and toast
I see another bunny by Rod’s bush
and it scampered around it.
Toast and cinnamon with coffee
Good Tuesday to the world.
a warm day with a few sprinkles.
good smelling without wrinkles
My toast.
avocado was on it.
She explicitly said cinnamon used with something
i forget, but she means it.
This is a breakfast standard that will apply.
Had my coffee and toast; finished that.
Going to be warm again.
How summer is best.
Reading Larry McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove.
It has been at least ten years since I read it.
The book is a pleasure a second time.
It’s filled with space.
Bright yellow it shines
Good morning to you
See bushes thick
Stiff in no breeze
Lacking a glint of greeting
a tiny squirrel hopped by
through a bush quietly
near the spot of sun
Splashes of light
showing so brightly
getting ready now
for a sunny warm afternoon coming today.
Canoe, a small island off Denmark’s West coast.
Home to an international kite festival
and twenty thousand kites.
Chinese kites received a warm welcome.
People had color in the sky.
Entertainment and smiles abounded this weekend.
Sounds good to put on your calendar.
Kites galore, next year eh,
Full blown growing, you see green all the way down.
With clovers white dots spread through the lawn.
Don’t have to worry no light can shine in,
The bushes are too tall where the light’s been.
Yah yah a quarter.
dream it’s turned loose.
On downtown manana.
Flying free as a goose..
In a film i saw Cagney and Hope
knock ‘em down tap dancing.
i casually talked with Hope for fifteen or twenty minutes
and didn’t think to mention how hard they had worked..
that was a slip up.
I wanted to hear his comments.
Bed time I put on ear phones for my transistor radio.
The Guardians, formerly the Indians, were playing in San Diego.
A clean major league baseball field under lights - that’s beauty.
The first inning San Diego jumped in 4- 0.
No joy to start out.
I wasn’t going to listen to the whole game anyway.
Another day another game, Tom Hamilton, Cleveland’s play by play announcer, is a pleasure to hear.
The Guardians win will bring joy.
Summertime weather. Nothing like it.
Slow getting here this year.
This time of year is a perfect fit.
I know good times are near.
How about a marching band?
In line on the field playing their favorite tune.
Knowing their looking good
And having a powerful musical day.
Onion be gone, it’s breakfast time.
Dreamed in circles i did all night.
Peaceful on top of that.
Cloudy, warm and rabbits.
Getting to run same habits
On and over again.
Monotonous to an extent; without complaining.
Rigamarol is procedurally common place. Not out of place.
Those bunnies running circles have got me doing it.
I’ll pause to sharpen my blades to keep up with’em.
These words i sing.
God bless us everyone.
This June like years back
Is the time things grow.
This last a full night of storm struck.
I left the window open to a full rain fall.
Fields, animals and plants took it in.
A big drink for all my mother used to say.
Talk of drought has been slowed.
Plants will grow, and fields to be mowed.
i lost the final paragraph while i know i saved it. it has not happened for a while.
Jose hit three homers in the game.
Cheering for the fellow is deserved.
The stadium, for Guardians. Hurrah.
Rain today will break a long spell without.
We’ve NLB plus Little
that we look for daily.
They hang close by.
A sympathetic lawn and woods is why.
The neighborhood dogs stay away.
Our neighbors there deserve credit.
Thanks much folks for good work,
There, dog lovers, i said it.
the mystery of the whistles us so blatant
We can put thoughts about it
together with much difficulty.
Credit comes latent.
Outside my window I saw new little bunny.
nlb, it moved off to the side.
I couldn’t see where it went.
It moves so fast it’s mother looks pokey.
We saw big Little a few times.
She has nothing to do with nlb.
Nlb is out there with no friend.
We saw her check out a chipmunk and a cardinal.
Rabbits are solo creatures, but we want her to have a friend.
She’s learning life as we observe.
I hope she learns we’re standing by.
Ready to serve.
Looking ahead it’s children that are all we have.
Water, washing, meals,
Family, holidays, education.
These are a few of the important needs.
Doctors, medicine, traditions.
Books, examples to follow.
Goals, comfort.
A world of happiness.
Warm hearts, rhythm.
Calmness, music, dance.
Honesty, variety.
A dark sky with nighttime stars.
Looked and waited, today’s the day.
From your thumb to little finger,
That’s how long the small, white, hopper is.
One new package out with an adult.
Good form and poise.
Seems ready to rabitize, that’s what they do.
When they leave the nest
They’re ready to go solo.
Already it shows characteristics of mother Little‘s awareness.
Stay cautious Bunny.
Enjoy the good eating.
We don’t use lawn poisons.
Could have been the boat
The word caught up in my throat.
Dipping waves of honey.
Haven’t got the money to by a ticket back.
Honey I’m on the attack. I told you.
I ‘d spin around with you.
Buy another shoe to match what you wear.
I know that you don’t care, but I do.
It’s something neat I feel.
Yapping down the street is real
When honey, I move along with you,
You know I do. I surely do.
Come on, don’t creep me out
Or wear me out.
It’s all about
Going round with you.
Looking for my new pet
The crow will know me.
We’ll see what we can do for each other.
This will hold our attentions.
We’ll learn by cautious looking.
Can’t expect too much,
Only enough to earn our attentions.
Slowly we’ll begin,
First we’ll see if we ca find one another.
That is a giant step at the start.
Willing and able,
A lot on the table.
Dark left this morning, finally.
It lifted and there is light beneath.
Cloudy-grey, not bright and blue.
But quite light, better than dark night.
Quiet and still
Morning’s a thrill
Flat with no hills,
Dawn brings a chill.
Precious and pure,
Summer is sure
To be the cure
For what ails us.
Calling out June the new moon
arrives soon they say.
A new tune is going to play.
A good day right away.
I prey thee play.
Come what May.
We did that one already,
Hold on steady.
We’ve got Summer,
A first rate hummer.
We’ll see it through
with hugs to you.
Get in line, will you?
Four point six billion cups of coffee are drunk worldwide everyday,
How large are those cups?
how quickly are they put down?
How many cigarettes are smoked at the same time?
A video about Costa Rica had the coffee info.
It also had sloths climbing trees.
My friend Bill lives in Cost Rica.
He must be guilty of drinking coffee or climbing trees.
The weather and the coffee are good where he is.
All I can do is make a note
On June second the day i wrote.
Today will be in the upper eighties.
For my friends in Centidrade, that warm.
Note complete , Now I’ll have another coffee.
Hi to Bill and to the rest of you.
i have to guess the best time to go.
The stain on the drive was left by the worker’s truck.
We keep this place looking good.
Now she says the spot is a water stain.
I’m working quietly here, causing no damage.
When walking in the rain I’m dressed for it.
Later I’ll say “why didn’t I tell this or that.”
At least we usually have good weather.
running to the water’s edge
where bushes form a hedge.
cast away your hook
into the shimmering, babbling brook.
A tough day, remembering wars.
Celebrating those who perished.
Come on, humans, get along.
How could we have come up with wars?
If you need contests
Why not battle over cooking the best food
and playing the best music.
Take naps when you’re tired and look at the stars at night.
And sports and card games and bowling.
And walking and swimming contests.
Chess and baseball. Reading books.
Story telling and poetry. Easy does it.
It occurred what to note.
While dreaming under starlight.
The melody of an old tune I heard on the radio had a name.
I should have written it out.
So simple I though I would have remembered.
Another day, another hour.
It went up in a swirl of dream.
Was it one dream or many? I don’t remember.
Nevertheless I woke up empty minded.
The simple song had slipped by me.
You know I’ve done this before.
I think, but don’t remember.
Holiday weekend. Summer day
First, neighbor gee-gee walks by walking better.
Then a lawn care truck; always popular somewhere nearby.
No one else walking, only he-gee and a tall robin.
It’s still; more so since they tore down the mill.
I miss the train at the other place.
Where you’d hear the lonesome whistle blow.
Here at least robin has followed us over.
Now we make do without the lake.
It’s all give and rake.
I meant hive and take but with all these trees
There has to be a rake in it.
Kind principles lead well.
Keeping tuned and basic.
Skys blue are heavenly.
You lead, I’ll follow.
on the path through the woods
we will find our way.
Unleashing all we should
making this our day.
An hour drive distant.
Was only thirty minutes from Norwhere.
In Shelby we had breakfast.
Today the place was packed and noisy.
A whole lot of talking going on.
I asked Ali if rhe ceiling had been changed.
She said it was the same for eighty years.
I didn’t remember the place that noisy.
but didn’t tell her that.
M. Thought the portions were small
And the quality down.
I liked it all
Including shredded, fried potatoes.
together this morning preparing to leave.
Toby said bye on his way to the plant.
this has been a good chance to be here
a few days to get reacquainted .
it rained last night while I dreamed,
some time before this morning.
now the ground is wet yet quickly drying.
the sky is totally cloudy.
we spent good hours in California.
talked, ate, and watched baseball on TV.
got reacquainted with some Cleveland players.
weather here is so fine.
drove to the seaside.
refreshing to see the sea again.
boy it is packed.
still good to see.
We’ve had a swell time.
A fine margin of enjoyment.
If we asked around there’s be a large
consensus of practical agreement.
Good time went around.
we shared it.
Four and a half hours out from Temecula.
72 miles from the Mexican border.
Sunny and warm. Far off we could
see Snow on the mountains.
We got to Toby’s plant and he showed us around.
The operation is near completion.
Quite a well-made beautiful place.
He created an impressive plant.
All the California wonderful on a Saturday
That you need, see how it is.
Okay weekend for all.
Spin out a tail got goodness.
Had Mexican food last eve.
Four of six ordered number seven:
Chilirelleno and cheese enchilada
And a good time was had by all.
I’d take another whack to do better.
Good sun, good people,
Good days in C A.
Thanks to all.
Going to California
First stop is Texas.
Been here maybe five hours.
Sounds about right.
Some passengers left. Many remain.
No plane that functions. our first one
has a water problem
Not specified.
Arrived ca late and tired
Also early arrival and tired
Rock slept in comfort.
Am floating full of hereness.
How to sleep with practice.
When it is time wake and shower.
Night is wrapped, so are we and you where you are.
Gather for what’s to do.
Cleaned and packed, not for Rome.
This is California for which we’re bound.
Not driving the world,
Two flights in a day. A quick way.
I’ll read across, and recall friends.
They are my life and reasons for the west.
Over thirty years we had beginnings and ends.
No doubt about it, some moments were best.
What a big deal
my friend bill is in Costa Rica
he retired and lives there
we’re in touch.
he has invited me to visit.
he said he’d help coming and going.
what a beautiful jungle-laden place.
i’d be happy to look at it again.
good people, good food, good water.
a colorful dream.
sleep amid the calls of jungle creatures.
how afraid am i to leave the world i know?
give me a good load of stars at night.
a slender silver charm
dream into the edge of morning.
hello day. we love you.
haunt me with your Carolina moon.
there will be well into seventies temperatures.
bushes are loaded, well hanging in damp.
no birds, no squirrels, a black cat has been chased away.
eight a.m. sounds lonely and pure.
if I I had my old diesel boat Snort
i’d run it now to hear it chug. Thug, clung.
soft and regular. s slow nod. like buttermilk.
my ferry on the bay.
i’ll write a few lines,
read some of today’s book.
note some things we did.
look ahead toward our next adventure.
A whisper tells all there is.
I heard her first thing talking to them.
I casually asked is anyone is out there.
I should have known by her talking to them in a voice of glee
Back again, two of them. They live here.
We’re not surprised we’re happy.
those monkey rabbits keep us busy.
I is like reading the 1919 book of Benjamin Franklin.
Keeps me busy. Also, must consider:
How to we protect those dears?
These critters to whom we grow attached.
Rain is mentioned without materializing.
Eyes to the sky.
At least we know why.
Powdery white blue sky.
Sun shines in the sound of quiet.
Will be the warmest day we’ve had.
Eighty degrees and I’m glad.
Little, our favorite rabbit, is back one day after misery.
Boyfriend bunny came by also.
The old ranch is riding a return to normal.
Ain’t she sweet, just a-walking down the street.
Have to balance out the days,
Keep them lined up until we’re through.
Must be many ways
To erase the blues
wore my jacket and barret
To fight the cool, although they say
It will turn to a summer day.
If it can make it I’ll hurray.
talked to neighbors Ge Gee and Rod this a.m.
walking to town is where they’re bound.
going for another injection.
yipe - at four we’re lining up for another round.
Music Milton auger, Jack yellen, lyrics - ain’t she sweet
Must have been the black cat.
All the babies were killed.
There is no rabbit here this morning.
The long bunny story has ended.
Our friends, our familiarity is torn out.
Meridith removed the bodies that were spread around.
It was brutal. What a sad ending for the mother bunny.
and for us. We join in the heartache.
How is our bunny grieving?
So unfair for the rabbits.
We will miss them all.
We do miss them all.
What we didn’t want to see in our yard.
Don’t know the drama must have occurred.
Last thing we wanted to see a few days before we leave.
No bunnies visible this morning.
The adult black cat was sitting by our tree. Waiting.
The rabbit den is undisturbed.
Meri chased the enemy away.
Now we wait to see who returns.
7:40 a bunny is seen in the back yard.
We have another week for the birth of new bunnies.
We’ll be in California. How will all turn out?
all seems acceptable at this time.
plants, trees and bushes are loading .
see unfolding green packed on the stems.
people walking dogs seem minimal.
railing daily heavy green thickness looms.
no one mows now because it’s wet all the time.
this cuts way down on noise in the neighborhood.
the rabbit eats dandelion stems, one after another.
filling before nursing her new borns.
First morning activity is to see two bunnies
in the yard. one is large, the other Little.
Good Sunday in May. Here’s setting out day.
have a coffee and plan the haps.
A book to continue on Kindle.
How to pace the finale for the flight to California.
When Sunday glows good day
We two are on our way to the Fellowship.
I am curious to see where heads are.
Now watching bunnies do their second greatest activity.
They can be in the middle of the yard and remain still.
Number one activity is to run quickly.
Charles the third crowned today.
Seventy years ago I saw his mother’s coronation.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Keep your eye on the ball.
Stopping for breakfast at sunrise.
Eating at bed one and two.
Friends together, on the road.
Fully grown bunnies.
They cannot see us; they’re occupied.
Munching and hopping.
We don’t see them everyday
So when we do we enjoy the sight of them.
A turkey buzzard made a low, slow pass overhead.
The rabbits ducked into hiding.
The morning is quiet and calm.
The rabbits want to keep it that way.
Can see the ease the day begins as starlight surrenders.
My clothes together, clocks tic strong.
Put off a trip to Planktown.
We’ve California on our mind.
A week to visit my daughter and granddaughter.
And Toby of course. Ain’t got no horse.
I may glimpse the ocean when we’re flying in.
And pizza and burritos are I expect to reacquaint myself again.
We’ve more than a week but we’re getting ready.
We’re preparing, our thoughts are steady.
Been on our minds before it starts.
The West coast, ah. It’s in our hearts.
The love parade
Course i‘m drawing boats on the bay
a hundred of us in Golden Gate Park
The Sierra Nevadas,
deep shining stars,
you know, CA, we never did part.
this can’t be denied.
glistening globes
hang as drops on the branches.
splatter thickly on the front window.
one squirrel searches in the front yard
Impervious to the rain.
no walkers or passing vehicles this morning.
the only sound are drops hitting the gutters.
reading Michael Crichton’s Timeline.
planning clothes and whatnot for California.
summer is on the cusp;
how can you tell?
figuring what I’ll wear for two weeks
in California. home and now-state of my daughter.
and her husband and their daughter;
my friends Eddie, Lonesome Al and the rest of them.
of us, because we were thick together.
the years, the sunshine. a pat on the back.
i’ll keep it simple. Warm dry air
and Mexican food.
we won’t go by or pass over the Golden Gate.
but to no surprise, i’ll think of it,
and our boats and the various points
we’ve cruised around on the San Francisco Bay.
spots of light
clear as glass.
dotting the window panes.
it’s summer rains again.
like before.
we’ve got some more.
another down pour.
warm rain again.
rabbits and robins
are most happpy fellas
can play in the rain
no need of umbrellas.
Everyone heard about it there is no denying.
Two blocks long when laid out.
From here to there.
Fifty-some degrees; feels colder. Some wind.
Old people are half the regulars.
a crowd of all forms.
extremes, sizes,
ages, colors,
country’s.
You get so much before other times develop.
Great golden yellow greets us this morning.
Saw two standout scarlet cardinals first thing.
The rest of the yard is overly still.
One small cute squirrel then a guy and his dog walked by.
Dark grey clouds behind brightly sunlit trees.
The yard, bush and tree green has certainly developed.
The tree buds have become leaves.
Mark it down: trees went from bald sticks
to the wonder of leafed out, colorful springtime.
Even slow branches with few leaves
have filled with water and turned a healthy dark brown.
Rabbits are in our yard.
We drove back from the store and right there
on the side of the drive was one of our rabbits.
They’ve become daring. Makes me cautious.
I mean I hope they’ll be cautious.
I don’t want them overly comfortable with the traffic.
I hope they pay attention and keep out of the way.
I shouldn’t have to worry about wild rabbits.
Thick traffic some days.
worked at a radio station on sunset boulevard
Out the window I often Saw Groucho take
a morning Walk.
Recording studios were nearby.
For me ten or fifteen minutes to home in north Hollywood.
Or down the street to Santa Monica pier.
Took my kids to La Brea Tar Pits.
and to BingTheater where we saw Ray Bolger the
Scare crow from The Wizard Of Oz dance and sing
To Singing In The Rain.
Sun shiney warm Hollywood.
Woke up to them going around.
Chasing, frolicking from one side to the other.
Sprinkles of rain are about to happen.
Moving quickly from side to side.
Can’t tell who’s the leader.
Large bunnies, swift moving.
Have they been running all night?
It’s eight o’clock, started to sprinkle. They’re gone.
We watch as the bunny carefully builds her nest.
Read about how they work, what to expect.
Get into a routine and lose track of our bunny.
All for sure is finished, then it reappears.
Is it our mother bunny to be or not?
Meri keeps looking. I make notes and worry
as reports of bunnies movements come in.
In and out of the nest too quickly. What is happening?
This I said is her nest when it is for sure a nest.
An who is the male rabbit that sits and watches?
Bunnies don’t have much protection from predators
they can run and those big feet are built for kicking.
Keeps deer away.
We like to see deer around.
However, they eat our good plants.
Can’t blame ‘em for being hungry.
Squirrels are out. It seems warmer.
But squirrels come out when snow is on the ground.
For clarification on my report of anything squirrel:
I’m not or have I ever been a squirrel watcher.
If there were buses here,
And places to go on them
then I’d stamp my ticket
and have a look up and down the town.
Below our widow
Been working all night.
Two bunnies prepare.
She builds, he overlooks.
After eight, she needs to rest now.
A mouthful of grass or pine needles at a time.
she's gone now. will return this evening.
newborn bunnies could be covered up in there.
Sure we don’t have it perfect.
It’s completely cloudy. Grey looking.
No traffic, walkers or animals.
Not a breeze.
Give it a few hours. See what happens.
I’m coffeed out. Nothing scheduled now.
I’ll review what I’ve written to see how it is.
Decide where to go from here.
The jazz orchestra hits it.
haven’t heard them for two months and we’re ready.
Charts like the top bands of the 1930’s to today.
Oberlin college teaches them kids to be hot cats.
quiet, waiting for 7:30 p.m.
Finney Chapel twelve hundred wooden pews,
below and balcony, a long way up to the wooden ceiling.
a fully charged spiritual concert hall that swings.
the toughest songs to interpret
are the ones with words
without music.
Nod your head,
Snap your fingers.
easy take along
Smooth riding to Trader Joe.
Thirty minutes.
Traffic light, feeling right
Tina’s brother with the gold record …
Never met him, never saw him.
Why don’t more people stop their car on the freeway to get a sandwich out of the backseat? Meri asked.
I like the history of what happened when we were young or before. A generation prior.
Per usual, not a soul out.
Reminds me of the TV weather folk,
Always they say “0ut and about”.
I have to complain about it.
Perhaps I should build another pond,
Something of which I’m very fond.
Yeah they’re fun but a lot of work.
I’m not in condition to move many rocks.
There, we’re staying in again.
The water falls will live in my memory.
Fresh cool trickling wet
With swimming fish, you bet.
scooping leaves from the pond
where the sugar maple deposits them
there is a plunk in the water
it's forty degrees this afternoon
who did i disturb but a frog
how can they live like that
sleeping in a plastic flower pot
submerged in the bottom of the pond
making a home for the winter
be solid as the ice through the snow
then come back chirping in the spring
well, rent is free, that i know
He Wrote a prelude I played; on and on.
Clair de Lune I could do
the way he waould have approved.
Then it slipped from my grasp.
I thought it would always be with me.
How vegetably foolish of me.
His name was sacred at our house.
His music was too.
The long water line to Meri’s garden is unfurled.
Laying out set to go.
This day will remain cold and windy they say.
Won’t be fit for outside working
The grass and flowers are being blown
Wiggling and wobbling, I see ‘em.
seems work inside is practically what the day’s good for.
It is easier to ride the horse in the direction that it’s going.
Glass screen, the television and how it Rolled into other forms of video. Let’s get going.
Clean your material, dust everything thoroughly.
Start at the beginning with a blank page.
Silver screen lit for me.
Kept to better seeing.
Daws Butler gave me The Elements of Style.
What a friend he is to me. Permanent.
We met, we read and i wrote.
Of course Daws wrote all the time.
i know we both enjoyed our sessions together.
He was a master putting words down
And putting them out. We talked.
My favorite friend, well, one of them.
explosion of blossoms.
brilliant Yellow. White. Pink.
each tree has its color.
blooming once in spring for a short time.
drive down any street and the first thing you’ll see
is the attention grabber in complete bloom.
full brilliance aboard, nothing left out.
i must have had to ask thirty-five times before i remembered magnolia.
for physical therapy to keep me upright.
if she is not having her new girl
Jen will be there. Her mother called
her Jenifer hen tension hung in the air.
We’ll see if she shows. It is due day.
I wish her quick an smooth. She’s clever
so I’m betting on her
and her new little girl.
Been doing my usual reading and writing phrases.
Nothing new, it’s what the craze is.
Then saw five rabbits running in circles.
that doesn’t happen around here everyday.
Going to squeeze out warm weather
by the time we get to later in the day.
Not making this up,
That’s what official Weatherheads say.
It is quiet as Rome this morning.
No person or creature is seen.
Clocks are ticking, everything else
Is on hiatus and inbetween.
on the edge of the sparse woods
quick going, hopping at full speed
having bunny fun, quick as they can.
they’re a comedy team running in circles.
i’m happy to see them around.
just happened to be the time for looking.
they cover a lot of ground.
a bright start for everyones day
All should go well.
Checking the map seemed sensible
Up the road then straight out of town,
left where it forks.
Took this road once years ago.
Used to go this way when dad drove.
Seems I recognize a barn or house, a few.
Not well is the road memorable; only vaguely familiar.
We drove out here years ago.
Seems a few buildings I recall.
Now I want to see downtown.
Its been years since I’ve been there.
rose to frosty cold in streaming dawn sun .
Robin and others are rushing gathering nest material.
Hard creature work is evident.
This day is Easter. Spring has opened.
my 1952 Chevy pickup lived another time, so fine.
As did our perfect 1950 Dodge Cornet.
By the touch of cousin Don, producer of old vehicle magic.
Years pass, alas they always do. Oh, memories.
How it warms my heart to have the feeling of those golden days.
Good streams of people and our varied ways.
On the boats, over and under the Golden Gate.
Under the best of sunny skies.
Grover, mike Davis, mike at the Arquez Ship Yard.
Charlotte and seagulls, Crab Louie, so many others
All the boats and the years.
The Coast Guard bringing me in when my engine failed.
Figuring what clothes I don’t wear.
The occasion for some doesn’t happen.
My heavy cowboy hat for instance.
I’ve hardly pulled it out to try it on in thirty years.
It hangs on a wall in an out of sight corner.
Times have changed and I haven’t worn it for a while.
I’ve pictures wearing that hat that I never see.
Times change with little notice.
Going along rather normally and okay
Rather completely like every other day then …
Was making noise unexpectedly and brutal.
Then stopped. Without reason.
Unfortunately we’re going in with expectations
Car folk will magically decide why.
This is the strange route we have set upon again.
Sitting in the car place can be long and lonely.
I’ll have one donut.
Halls fill with hope because weather said heat today.
Seems outlandish I know. Can you believe it?
I have nothing to confirm good temperatures upon us.
I should sip my coffee slowly to see the weather design.
Maybe it is written in the wind.
Now I’ll put on a vest because it’s cool.
No one walking by; must be waiting.
Misread. heat not expected, wind is.
So the weather is a wreck.
All those tornados in other parts, is it our turn?
We have no basement in which to find safety.
Here is where we have to be just plain lucky again.
The days have changed.
We‘ll wear lighter clothing.
The days are longer; there is more sun-time.
just like snap, it changed.
Now to set ourselves new ways to function.
I’m looking forward to being outside.
Hello to you. How about this fresh season?
Best wishes.
Kept eyes out for winter’s departure.
Wouldn’t go, would not go.
Finally it happened.. You know how long we waited?
Everyone stood around looking for spring to open its doors.
At last the vegetation grew more visible green than yellow.
And I’m a most happy fellow.
I’m telling you we rode a slow lame horse to get here.
All will be better now. I promise we’ll work outside.
The land, the flowers. Vegetation will be happy.
With no hesitation we’ll be snappy
Under blu sky and sunshine. You’ll hear us say:
Summers on the way.
When Ned Washington set the words
to that melody by DimitriTiomkin he put
down something that would last.
I met Ned in Los Angeles at the American
Society of Authors, Composers and Publishers.
meeting. The time will stay with me.
Starting with nothing then
pulling those words out and putting
them together for the movie High Noon
was like magic: Do not
Forsake me oh my darling.
had a storm pre-halfway into the dark, dark
night we had.
a wild storm and night we experienced , we certainly did.
Rain beat hard, deluged, pounding all it could.
calm and yard strangely debris free this good morning.
then piled in quickly after another, the bunny neighborhood.
sons and daughters of our Little.
life goes on.
The schedule is blank.
We can put in what we like.
Call this a golden opportunity.
This is a chance to pick up some ground.
Clean up the shreds, get the surroundings clean.
Wait. now the rain has come. It will stay today.
Good thing nothing was planned.
Hurray, or what?
Grapes most likely.
Apples are a probability.
Depends on the season.
Sunlight shines heavily.
Beautiful sky, good morning.
This is how to start the day.
All we need is to warm a bit.
Tie your shoe.
There’s a new wave of weather coming through today.
We‘ve tried it all so now we open a bundle unseen.
Blue skies surround us
no wind has bound us
Beautiful light blue, we’re ready for you
We’re in for a lovely day today.
In the yard this morning.
From bed one they went to the woods.
Blended into a complete camouflage.
Good to have them back.
Right now there is nothing for them to destroy.
They’ll be back when the garden
Begins to get ready.
I’m sure they’ll remember the garden.
A hundred city folk at the nature center.
slides and talk, we were there.
a great speaker that knows the birds,
has followed them around the globe.
a gift to hear his talk.
like the free concerts, another reward of living near the city.
a taste of advanced technology bestowed on me.
had my eyes checked for new glasses.
the doctor swiftly did his work.
reminded me of the widely known, wise old man who checked me for glasses the first time years ago.
this man seemed to possess both magic and concern.
i felt the time had come for me to be lucky.
a gifted doctor.
today I pick out my frames.
periodically throughout the nights
silence is interrupted by a calling train.
sometime i am awake, waiting.
first distant, singing out over far fields,
i hear it approaching the town,
then calling down the streets.
as the rumble of steel approach and pass in darkness.
taunting, rumbles crawl near.
passing, becoming faint again.
oh, Night mystery, I love the song you sing to me.
waiting now for next you pass.
keep rolling
One rabbit sitting tall, the other lower.
M saw the pair. I slept getting ready for today.
Dark this morn; I’m going slow.
Seems calm although heavy wind is projected to blow.
and blow, and blow.
Last night I heard her saying Little
Using the voice that meant she saw her.
I did too when she pointed to the shadow.
This morning Spring is what things look like.
Sure is silent. no movement out there.
Has changed from winter gray. Lawn is light green.
Going to the eye doctor this afternoon.
My hopes are up.
I could use a new pair of glasses.
Bill koehler gets new lenses each year for fifty dollars.
Via military service.
I’m in line, did my Navy time.
and open and kind.
Although has made grave rrrors.
is sorry for the lousy wars.
struggles now to come back together.
been so long, rain to see is a pleasure.
this one looks like spring, i think that’s it.
must be the inviting color out there;
the right beige and light green.
haven’t seen soft fields and lawn in a while.
everyone is ready for the out of doors.
Here is where I’ll start today.
Heaven knows we all need a starting point.
Keep pointing out the window.
Relax into it.
Mind, I’m thinking about you and streets in Rome.
Attention now, here goes.
Arm straight to the right.
Cruise on. Into the wind.
We’ll see how it begins.
Seems well enough, right?
You can sleep that way.
Okay, buddy, good night.
that’s what photos capture.
where we’d travelled some weekends;
and repeated it so many times.
another train, another legend, another pizza.
good weather, excitement. enthralled.
thank you Italy.
good for woods walking I’d say.
jacket and cap, you’re on your way.
looking for signs of spring.
a small flower., anything.
liable to find a deer around here.
Though you have to be still.
quiet and a clear, what a blu sky.
Good thinking time. Oh my.
