Oftentime

 

Duck worthy. Started this morning with several

Ducks in the long away backyard.

This is wrong; blue jays back and forth 

Around the feeder. Ml’s idea / action.

Chipmunks and squirrels plus Little in the center.

A backyard packed in action.

i’ll have brown sugar on toast.

it’s M’s fresh loaf - delicious.

Winding through the final week of July.

The hottest days of the year.

Means 90s and humid around here.

This house is well constructed, always comfortable.

High thin overhead.

Mid-morning  and still, no one out.

Breeze in the bushes,

Leaves turn their faces.

Summer crowd

 

Saturday night at the islands.

Twenty thousand revelers seemed plenty.

I read that during the war of 1812 

The canons at Put-in Bay could be heard in Huron.

Not especially a long distance

For booms and flashing 

across a quiet flat lake during a still evening.

Oliver Hazard Perry lives in his proclamation:

We have met the enemy and they are ours.

I heard of this battle when I was in grade school.

Now two hundred years have passed.

The echoes of that war have reverberated.

Soup homedone

 

Naturally this is homemade soup today.

We’ll,  well.  We’ll explain it all.

It’s still summer.

Haven’t hit the fall.

home done soup is close

to the most

stop for a toast

Watch for bones.

 

As yet Unknown significance

Wait for instruction before beggining.

Pack similar berries together..

Sort by color and shape.

Currently longing for space to box.

Stirring words to capture flowing thought-ponies.

Whirling for a rhyme .

Bailing out in time.

Settling down by nine.

Get your tickets ready.

Take a seat on the bus

Seems to start and stop real steady.

We’re packing in the rest of us.

Hat the forecast.

 The weatherman on tv, 

so many and weatherwomen included

said the dew point is 72.

I had to write that down.

one in particular i saw seemed worried about it.

I’m 78 and know nothing about dew points.

Hat the forecast.

Do it quietly as Little and NewLittle are calmly faced off between beds 2 and 3.

Scattered patches of blue behind puffy clouds this morning.

Joyous.  Hat the forecast.

No traffic at all.

i’ll have a second cup of coffee.

Sailing on

 

Soft beginnings in morning light.

The day gently calls.

Slowly turning puffy clouds

Fill the skyway halls.

Two large rabbits ran across the front lawn.

Quick as they appeared they were gone.

Now the lawn is an empty canvas again.

We’ll see which speeding bunny can win.

On my old piano I’ll work out a tune,

To honor still nights and the moon.

By the starlight and partial breeze

There’ll be a melody to please.

Walkers not around

 

Blue is in the sky, not completely.

Enough for the first time in a while.

Nothing to be seen flying, walking.

Or Driving by this morning.

Colors are bright.

Good light starting this day.

Remembering I recall the people;

vehicles vanished with no trace.

 Now in a new millennium

The ever changing has come to this.

Words lean ahead and are mysterious 

Even as they’re spoken.

Budget bails

 

Fields are filled with rolls of grain.

Driving by you have to notice.

Field’s don’t usually look this way.

I should take a picture to show you.

Like toilet paper rolls five feet wide, six feet tall.

If you’ve seen these tools before it’s nothing new.

Bigger or more rolls than ever.

It has been a while since rolls were there.

So now you really notice them.

Food for everyone no doubt about it.

The population is so very large.

Instead of more rows of houses.

Food in fields makes sense. A welcome sight.

Dressed well enough it seems.

 

The mower pulls itself and the mowee.

Up and down the line, cuts so fine.

The air quality has been cut to ribbons.

Terrible sky what have you done.

It sprinkled last night.

Streets got wetter.

Holy mackerel

Will things get better?

Plow, plow turn it over

Give the bunnies fresh, new clover.

Make it better; clean the air

All over, yes, all over.

How It happened to be

Noticing the house across the street

I could tell you about it.

There are only bushes and trees visible.

So thick with foliage no house can be seen.

In the fall Richard’s house is prominent.

I worry when there is no bush between us.

What change when the woods is thick.

Give us the green between.

Now with that said it’s a return to morning.

A return to calm.

Sunday morning all around.

Deer or bunnies with hardly a sound.

Working out two, three,

 

Promise of warm this afternoon.

Are you in the mood to wait?

We saw it pass.

Was on the slate.

Turn the levers

Wake them up.

It’s the full count,

bottoms up.

Concentrate

 

Pile words in a stack

See what walking we can run into.

Don’t scatter. Keep on track.

Familiar places we’ve all been to.

Dressed for success we all wear

What we have, how much we care.

Looking sharp is a treat.

Slow down, this one is our street.

We’ll mark it well 

Using our power

The wishing well

Denotes the hour.

Drying out

 

The plants keep taking water.

Rain doesn’t fall from the sky everyday.

Flowers and vegetables slurp all they can.

We keep listening to the weather man and women.

No blue above at all today.

Sky is white til outasight.

Shaking leaves begin to blow.

If this were winter I’d think snow.

A little weather break.

We can stand some idle time.

Get out the mower and the rake.

Cleanup’s on your. Time and mine.

They say rain

 

We always have the unknown they say how weather is

And now a little bit of thunder.

 By the time I say it’s long gone.

Another rumble.

Big Little and new Little are out.

 No idea where they’ll hide from the rain.

Rumble again 

Beautiful morning 

A lot of color..

Now a lot of rain and sounds.

Birds and downpours.

Then just drips in stillness.

Trees away

 

They came, they sold. We bought

Trees away.  Three be gone,

And some little ones that 

May have been worth it but are now out of here.

I thought, that’s the end of the matter.

We’ll live wi what we have.

Regretting don’t fit well.

Sure comes close to applicable.

Now is another day.

We’re already into other things.

Time to look at how it is,

We’ll start again, that’s what I say.

Enter ring dash

 

mighty Little, then new little 

Appear first in front after the other

Then after a pause dash together or practically.

Zipping off they were here then depart

It’s not easy to write about speeders.

Those who can’t stay long enough to act friendly.

I know they’re goodness sitting, running.

We‘ll wait to see how they go.

Going later, toward nine now.

Perhaps warm today. We’re hoping.

A small boat. Light wind.

We can sail well. 

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.

Red on our tree top

 

Is it early turbot or on time? I can’t say.

The blistering scarlet top is for sure present.

All day cloudy because fires continue.

It’s suggested we stay indoors.

Times have caught a new wave.

Leaders trying hard to save.

In cities on major boulevards thousands rave 

Working hard to avoid the grave.

Some rain, green grows thick.

Bunnies hide. We do too

Running quick.

Mornings are cool.

Should be

 

Listen to me, I’m telling you what the weather will be.

I read it, believe it, and pass it on.

I’m trained.

What happened to me looking out the window.

Today might be the warmest of the year, so far.

I’m dressed for warm so i believe it.

Cloudy, so looks like the Canadian smoke continues.

Right now I’ll coffee-up.

Right on we say

 

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.

Showers all day

 

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.

June will soon be rolling over

 

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.