The Neighbors grew a forest of sunflower’s this summer.
A Place To Wonder
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I’m joining Becky’s November Shadow Squares from my new home A Place To Wonder. If you are signed up with my lightwords blog you should receive my new posts.
Outside looking in The quarter moon got caught in the mulberry tree outside my daughter’s house just as we went out to admire our newly carved jack-o-lantern. Shadows of Halloween fun on the way with our 4 year old grandson.
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Blackberry Jam Sundial For CFFC windows
I read a poem in praise of Ants or
Was it warning like
Handmaids Tale?
How much perfection is needed?
Sure they may survive but
Will they enjoy their lives?
As hunters, wet nurses or even queen?
Is trying and failing, putting wet color to paper,
clay to wheel and pot to fire never knowing the outcome
worth the risk?
That’s the mystery and the joy of discovery of
being human. I’ll take it.
Even the attempt to limit democracy and free speech we’re living through is at least educational. We learn
what we value!
Building ant hills or high rises in Hong Kong who
Does it better? The insect or the capricious human?
Before me on the counter with the sun shinning through it is a small jar of homemade blackberry jam
a product of human hands and imagination.
Who ate the first blackberry and declared it good
Knowing to wait until all the possible summer sun
available has been collected around each small seed
And then only then this gift of summer is ready to be picked
We can tell the sweetness and ripeness with our fingers, soft, hard, too soft, just right! Then pick two for the bucket one for the mouth.
Ooo! I’m reminded of Blueberries for Sal
a story as sweet as the jam on my counter this morning.
It’s about a mother and young daughter’s adventure picking blue berries. It was my favorite story book when I was about 4
My mom read it to me over and over, so much so, that my dad started calling me and my mom Big Sal and Little Sal. It stuck for my mom and to her dying day my dad’s term of endearment for my mom was Sal! As in “Hey Sal get your rompers on and let’s go out”
What a tasty memory.
So today…
There is a dark red reflection nearly a rainbow here before me…
a smear, a splash, a water color painting, a sundial
marking the first day of fall.
However, soon as I greedily
grab the jar for more jam this marker will disappear.
Will time stop because the clock is gone?
What a thought?
What a curious idea?
Maybe it’s right or wrong?
So many contingencies I’m grateful for.
I’m so very happy to be human.
Yours Truly
Little Sal
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Sunday Stills Under Construction
Ever since the rains came last winter we’ve had a whole in the roof that needed mending.
Now we’re getting it repaired before the rains come again. My husband helped our daughter make this.
3 Story Egyptian Villa Third year for 3 Sisters Garden
It outgrows the bed every year -
Summer ending flash
Gulf Fritillary My attempt at Haiku…
“Gulf Fritillaries
Come by every August a
Summer ending flash”
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Sunday Stills Peaches and Tans
It’s That time of year when everything and everybody has a dust tint in Northern California. Even the full moon.
How do I get my kitchen painted this color? Time to make peach cobbler, or just bite into a piece of juicy fruit!
for One Word Sunday Double
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Young Baccs and Friends
Cline Winery Sonoma County Historical sign hidden in the background
An attempt to honor those who came first
