Wednesday, January 22, 2014

 Message on the Winter Air
Long shadows on blue snow
Warm sun stepping around trees
Life’s mysterious light and dark.
Trees standing tall
Uncovered faces in the wind
Snow collecting in the cleft of boughs
Sap deeply stored 
Feetless birds, round as tennis balls
Perched facing the warming sun
Random song
Reassuring their own kind
Reaching limb to limb,
Barren bark remembers melting snow
Turns to buds in spring.
Stand tall, reserve sap
Accept visitors 
Wrap the bird song like a scarf. 


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Minnesota winter sunrise

Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Save your fork

Since it was pie that drew me back to the drawing board after some weeks of lazy-Libra somnolence [and Pinterest expeditions], I polished my fork because today is National Pie Day. Next to Christmas, my favorite winter day involves finding the best pie around. For that we make a trek to the Norske Nook in Osseo, Wisconsin whenever possible for a rhubarb pie lovingly hand-made by sweet Norwegian grannies.
Closer to home Perkins has pulled CakePies out of their hat. They are just as the name implies: layers of cake and frosting sitting in a baked pie shell. They're a decadent replacement for rhubarb and likely full of one whole day's calorie allotment, but, like the holidays, once is enough.
Have a wonderful Wednesday, and remember to save your fork, there's pie!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

"riders on the storm"

Anxious to get home from our Arkansas adventure this Sunday sunrise was amazing as we headed north. 
Iowa at dawn, these contrails reminded me of lined composition pages. Maybe I wasn't awake yet!

linked to other skies @ Skywatch Friday

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Mindful Writing Day 2012 and Skywatch Friday

Beyond a sheet of onyx lake water, lit here and there by the moon, ducks muttered. Shearing wings above me as they settled their arguments.
Were ducks awake that early under the dock?
I think it was the drowsy moon laughing at my eavesdropping.

 What I heard on a new day over the lake linked to



Tuesday, October 30, 2012

keep your fork, there's pie!

I've known 'urban' hospitality living in Virginia in the early '80s, but our trip south to Arkansas this month brought a whole new meaning to Southern Hospitality. Mena, Arkansas has several home town cafes the best being the Skylight and the Mena Cafe and Vickie's up the road a piece in Hatfield. Here's the best part: homemade pie in every one of them! Too many kinds to remember. Our first visit to the Mena Cafe found the place closed on Mondays. As we sadly turned back to the car the cafe's door opened and out came the owner, her husband,her two daughters and twin granddaughters, inviting us to come in anyway 'if all you want is pie. We have pie. I'll go make a pot of coffee while you decide what kind  you want.' Thus began a one week love affair with 'southern' pies: chocolate cream w/meringue, chocolate peanut butter, coconut cream, cherry hand pies, and so on. And on.
Fondly remembering the friendly people of Arkansas, I link a piece of pumpkin pie to ABC Wednesday in honor of the letter P.

Saturday, October 27, 2012


We've been away in spurts in September [Philadelphia to see Dr. Erica], October [Arkansas and points north] and when we went south the trees at home were still wearing some autumn leaves. I took these on our return to our neighborhood and Owasso Lake. I could stand and watch these golden leaves drop silently right before my eyes. On the way home I saw our neighborhood's elusive little white squirrel who unfortunately doesn't need to wear a bulls eye for the local hungry hawks.
 Whitie can be seen linked to Misty Dawn's Camera Critters this week.