August

I fill my days with running
   I try...
The images are cunning
   I cry...
They come to me 'tween heartbeats
   and pry...
Reminding me of anniversaries
   thoughts fly...

The harvest fills
my hands and days.
I stock my shelves
with jams and pray
that frozen images
will away,
   just for today...
   I pray...

I fill my days with running

   I try...

The images are cunning

   I cry...

They come to me 'tween heartbeats

   and pry...

Reminding me of anniversaries

   thoughts fly...

Your hands so cold
are but a dream.
Their sturdy tasks
so far it seems.
While once
you stood beside my bed,
now memory
lies close instead.

I fill my days with running

   I try...

The images are cunning

   I cry...

They come to me 'tween heartbeats

   and pry...

Reminding me of anniversaries

   thoughts fly...

   August

The waning days of life

 unfold.

Inside my head

my stories told.

best left to lie

til pillows hold

yesterday's gifts

that still feel bold.

   August

I fill my days with running

   I try...

The images are cunning

   I cry...

They come to me 'tween heartbeats

   and pry...

Reminding me of anniversaries

   thoughts fly...

  August

just for today...

  memories

I pray...

  August

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Busy days keep me running, but I cannot forget some things. My friends at OneShot are one of them. 

Some Days

Some days,

 I want to hiss and burble

splurting old rusted words

and tears everywhere

as I break my rotting hold

on existence

that has gone beyond

its expiry date.

Some days,

no amount of

trying, tape or trauma

can revive

past due promises

that remember

those shiny hopes

of yesterday's beginnings.

Some days,

I pray 

for the pipes to burst,

the dam to flow 

so i can rip out 

my old decayed heart

filled with detritus and disease.

Aye; yet replace with plumbing brilliant and new.

Some days...

Some days,
I ponder
wondering what to write
thus I visit friends
and pick up inspiration
where I may
like today
with my visit to Magpie Tales.

Bringing out the Big Guns

buzzing slowed as activities ceased for the day

my activities could begin

I pulled on gloves bought at the store

grabbed the oven cleaner out of the bag

Sprayed

RAN!

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Here's hoping that I make it. I discovered wasps busily making a nest in the venting bricks in my house. Lovely. I  tried to piss them off last night with a spray of the hose, but tonight I am going in armed a little heavier. I wanted to post tonight, in case my fingers are swelled up like fat sausages tomorrow. For other entertainment, swing by Monkey Man's place for his Sunday 160. Pray for me!

P.S  Maybe I should have a few less flowers to attract the little buggers 

Friday Foggy Fuzzy Thoughts

Just about ready to crawl into bed. NO, I lie. I am ready. A cat is snoring away beside me and I wonder why I am not doing the same as of yet. I was up late doing some editing on some writing that I have been plugging away at and hope to turn into a book one day. I love the process, but wish that I could just sit and write, write, write while the words are flowing until I am done. Unfortunately, things like the clock ticking past 1am and the knowledge that two little girls will crawl into bed with me in the AM regardless of what time I go to bed, stops the flow. Then I need to find my muse and mo again. Not tonight though. Both cats are in. I finally returned a call to my sister and should get up in the morning for a potential play date that may or may not materialize. Hopefully my mind will co-operate and just fall asleep instead of swirling around images of what a working world looks like and how I can coordinate it. 

Not even going to go there.  Before retiring for the evening I am going to share some of my recent Becky Home-ecky moments. Here are the fruits of my labours from last week. On the left is some of the batch of sweet pickles I recently made and the right is a one of the jars of dill pickles that is ear-marked for a friend of mine that loved my garlic dills from last year. Put in your orders folks! The corn is tempting me to try my hand at corn relish. The peaches beg to be concocted into an array of yumminess from Peach Amaretto Butter (last year's was delicious but more like syrup- great on pancakes), to peach jam or maybe even peach pickles? Hmm... Must go to sleep. I can dream of my canner and smile.

P.S. This probably wasn't worth the effort of popping by today and I apologize for that, but I will try harder again later. Peace out...

zzzzzz..........

Mid-Summer Reflections

Hello my friends. Good of you to stop by today. I have had a wonderful summer thus far, full of relaxing by the beach, visiting with family and friends, gardening and whatever whatnot that has held my fancy. I have to admit though, that works has been the last thing on my mind. Not exactly true, as I have thought about it, but just have not undertaken much paid employment. Things are about to change a little bit in that respect though, which I have to admit is probably a good thing. My little bee in the picture knows the value of a little labour. I think it is time I did too. This might mean a few less posts here, as I will be doing writing for others so my brain might be empty at the end of the day. As this has been my focus for the last couple of days, I don't feel an awful lot of inspiration today. Since I didn't post yesterday, I had to pop by for a few minutes anyway though. I thought I would take you for a wander through my garden today for a change in pace. I hope you are having a happy week, be it productive or relaxing. Enjoy!

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Balloon flowers still blooming

These delicate little flowers were a gift that I was allowed by a dear woman that I gardened for last year. Their beauty  and hardiness remind me of her every time I look at them.

My butterfly bush hoping to attract a few winged friends to the garden.

 These unique sunflowers have a heady honey scent that is tempting for bees and me alike.

A green zebra tomato that is almost ripe. I cannot wait to taste this heirloom variety and hopefully save a seed or two so we can continue to preserve its quality.

This little gourd is compliments of last year's leftover Thanksgiving display. I cannot wait to see what colour it ends up and how big it grows!

Another heirloom variety plant picked up from the Gathering on the Green in the spring. This is the second eggplant I will have got from this plant thus far. I bought the plant on a whim, but my first taste was pure Yum!

and a little more sunshine at the end of the day

peeking through the black-eyed Susan.