False Promise, November 24

Brightly dawn arrives
With false promise for late fall.
Winter is looming.

Goldenrod

Spashed with purple hue

Tended but by nature's hand

Golden fields of fall.

October At the Beach

Saturday
Rolling crashing waves
Threatening colors stain the sky
Beach before the storm

Sunday
Amanda runs fast
Eyes sparkling and arms pumping
Racing the waves

Claire shoveling sand,
Collecting shells, jumping waves,
Always on the move

Monday
Like a graceful gull
Spirit soars upon the wind.
Sea and self converge.

Tuesday
Early morning calm
Holding promise for the day.
Promises fulfilled.

Wednesday
We're dolphin hunting
Cruising down Cotton Bayou
Hoping for a glimpse.

Thursday
Still the heron waits,
Watching, anticipating movement.
The sea will provide

Friday
The redfish are running,
Glinting gold in deep blue-green,
Darting, turning, dive.

September Days

Fog drenched morning
Becomes ceruleun noon
Becomes star-specked night

New Chapter - RVing

This week we began what may be a new chapter in our lives together. We bought an RV. It is used (of course), and very compact. Just the right size for a couple. We can carry a larger group for a day trip, but it sleeps just two. Haven't planned the first trip yet, but it will be a short one. Any suggestions?

Existential Fishing

Fishing is excuse.
Observing, waiting hoping:
Being is the game.

Last Tuesday evening the air finally had a hint of cool and the lake was abandoned to us. We caught a few small ones and saw a bald eagle. Altogether a very successful outing.

Farm Girls

Family project
Planning, building, gathering
Chickens home to roost.

Gathering eggs

Maude the Hen

Portable Pen

Fresh grass