Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Haiku~~~cold water in the washtub

"......too hot to cook, could
just fry eggs on the sidewalk"
"washtub of water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Not at all silent Sunday

photo by Km Zurn
words by Chelsey Bahe, please visit her
wonderfilled page on Facebook

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

12:24 AM, June 21st

Merry Solstice, to my gentle readers,

Long ago and far away in the  land of childhood, I learned about the Solstice, I learned it was the longest day of the year, and that it was time to dig the first  garlic and that the strawberries were ripe, and my Gran would send me off to pick the tiny wild berries, with a rather large cereal bowl.  I remember that bowl well, it was cream with dark blue flowers and a checkboard design around the rim.

Sometimes I think that that particular bowl started my interest in antiques.  It was certainly an old bowl when my Gran was young, and I have never seen another like it.
Sadly one day the bowl broke neatly into 2 sections.  And was never seen by me again.  Strawberries never tasted as good again, either.

The idea of the longest day of the year was confusing to my young mind, it never seemed to be any longer than the day before or the day after.  each year Mom would tell her story about  when she went Strawberry picking, thinking she had much longer than a few minutes of extra daylight, and suddenly she was a long way from home, in the dark, with an overflowing pail of berries.  All turned out well though.

Around here the Summer Solstice day is about  15 hours long.  Gradually since the day after the Winter Solstice the days have grown longer, it didn't take long for us to notice that either, but the return trip to the day of Winter Solstice is not quite as obvious.  In a couple weeks, the sun will be farthest from the earth, at a time when in the Northern hemisphere summer weather will be really starting to get hot and humid.  And the reverse, that a couple of weeks after the Winter Solstice nearest the sun, when as the day begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen.

Here we find ourselves, at the time when the suns radiance is at it's peak, surrounded by the glory of the plants and flowers in bloom we wished for when we were surrounded by the works of man, trying to keep warm.  As the wheel of the year turns.

Monday, June 19, 2017


keep looking closely
it looks like nothing is there
just sweet summer air

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Haiku~~~stories told

Out behind the barn
while the trees sway in the wind
and stories get told

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Silent Sunday with animals