Still can’t figure out their rule for writing/ Maybe another time.
MY FOREVER HOME
Cicadas hum music outside my window
Sound heard ever since my childhood days
I must be coming full circle
Coming Back Home
WordPress is changing and so am I. The simplified format beckons. I have new stories to tell.
A New Abnormal
My vision began to plummet a mere month ago Macular degeneration run rampant Blogging became too difficult for words I'll keep you as posted as possible
a New Abnor
Haiku: Promise of Spring
Snow shrouded tree limbs Dark twilight shadows cover Promise of hope hiding
TURTLE TALES
Yesterday in the paper I read a story about a Misssissippi map turtle named Charlie who had made friends with the family he lived with. This took me back to memories of a Georgia box turtle who once lived in our house.
One Chrstmas my eight year old son Donovan announced after he had opened his presents that there was something missing. He wanted a pet. The next day we went to a pet store so he could pick out one that caught his fancy.
Donovan wandered among the pets for a while until he made his choice, a Georgia box turtle with one gimpy leg that he named Alfalfa. Alfalfa liked to be taken outside to walk in the grass, as Charlie did. And also periodically got lost, like Charlie. Usually I was the one to find him.
We had to learn Alfalfa’s ways as he made his home with us. We used the top of a round Playskool tinkertoy box as his water bowl. It had a raised circular lip that was the right height for Alfalfa to stretch his neck out to drink. Since we did not keep him penned up, he had the run of the house. When he was thirsty, Alfalfa made his way to the kitchen where we kept his bowl on the floor near the sink. Then he waited for one of us to come put water in it for him.
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