I hoped for something a little more majestic. An eagle or hawk perhaps. If it had to be a shore bird why not a heron or even pelican. Everyone loves pelicans. Not this. Why did I have to be a seagull this time around. The one bird that is alternately despised as flying vermin or … Continue reading Could be worse
Chasing ghosts
We spent most of the day pulling weeds from the tiny gravesite. The child buried there was only three when he died, and only this first name, and birth and death dates were etched on the crude stone. His very existance seemed to be a secret, and I was determined to shine a light on … Continue reading Chasing ghosts
This end up
The others were making her do this. Said it was time, well past time. As if there was a time limit on grief. That after a set number of days, or weeks, months or even years, you could turn off the sadness like a light switch. A simple click and all sorrow and pain is … Continue reading This end up
Backyard garden: flora edition
A combination of intermittent rain, traveling menfolk and unpredictable dogs, kept me close to home again this weekend. When a break in the weather gave me a small window of opportunity, I snuck out and took some pix of the shower drenched flora in my yard. The Girls, Hershey and Asta, followed me around, helping … Continue reading Backyard garden: flora edition
Eat at Joe’s
He taps out a rhythmic tattoo around the oak bole. A secret code only he and his brethren can decipher. Round runes as ancient as days, carve a message deep in the cork. “Eat at Joe’s!”
Battle stations
Angry mosquitoes whizz past my head like a sniper’s bullets. Squadrons strafe exposed and tasty flesh with military precision. A sting! Slap! Bright red droplets of blood… I’ve been hit! Send in reinforcements. *Photo info: This image is of a dragonfly swarm at Big Lagoon State Park near Pensacola. While mosquitoes here on the Gulf … Continue reading Battle stations
Thin spiral notebook 