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.
