Full Blair's Moon

 Hey Y'all,

Full Blair's Moon rises at sunset tonight and sets as the new sun rises tomorrow morning. Get your children and old people out, build them a fire and sit around it watching the moon, drinking tart red beverage and telling stories.

12-21-21 Ben, a favorite grandson and recent graduate, is blessed with the love of a beautiful young woman. Who could ask for more. We are all quite taken by her and I continually warn him "not to mess this up!" Well her name is Blair. Blair's is 21 today, on the 21st day of the last month of the 21st year of the 21st century. shoots, that has to count for something. So I named this FMA in her honor. That and I'll buy her a cup of Joe some day if she will let me. I wish them well.

AND this is the winter solstice y'all! YAY!!!

1-2021 Still no winter hummers in my world, shoots, worried. 

There is a move to make our campus a Bee Campus USA which involves changing the look to a looser pollinator-rich landscape. We will see, my take it that this will be a long uphill struggle, but, hey what else do I have to do rattle their cages? The Rat and Snake Lobby are alive and well and they always make it way more difficult than it should be, as I said, we will see, and I'm ready.

Found on a tea bag label:

"What a desolate place would be a world without a flower" You are so right Clara Lucas Balfour, thanks for that thought.

Cuzin Kay is my new found poet, a teacher of gifted and of writing for 40+ years and a favorite of mine she gave me a couple to use for this rag- and right on the spot she composed this one.

Cuzin Kay's first poem of 2022:

     By walking in new

     And letting the whispers go

    It's 2022

My friend Margaret noting our warm winter with Monarchs still laying egges and catterpillars about to be cared for and for her not caring for the stuff of this season of the new year is inspired to write, she has done gone and outdone herself again:

The New Year

I’ve never liked the new year
when celebration is forced-fun,
sparklers burn out and become litter.
How browning leaves fall
and frown like an old Muppet-man.
Yet the cardinal still comes to the feeder--
a red flash 
on the morning.

I’ve never liked the new year
with sing-song rhyme, resolutions
point to some sustained semblance
of sanity. Rain comes again
flooding roads with impassable potholes,
tires always need adjusting. 
Yet clouds fire up a sunset
a red reminder to look up
at the end of the day. 

I reluctantly repent in the cold season,
rescue tropical plants and monarch caterpillars. 
I flip through soft notebook pages
of felt-tip words and find
a carousel spinning round again.
A red horse I can choose to ride 
or not. 

Margaret Simon, draft

Yeow Margaret, thank you.

More Kay:

A Poem for My Husband

By Kay Couvillon

 

Thanks you for Pizza la Mike

Thank you for coffee mornings and

fresh brewed iced tea

Thanks for Festival ice chests and Vincent music

 

Starry starry nights with LED’s mixed in

Thanks for joining me in art walks and being my friend

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                           Worth Waiting For

Kay Couvillon

 

The sparkle in his eyes

Illuminated by deep-set dimples

 

The dance in his step

Rhythmic with electric energy

 

Hailing love like a New York taxi

Lemon candlelight moments

 

He is worth waiting for

 

Hands Up High

Kay Couvillon

 

I am fiery red in summer beach walks,

I become lavender peaceful

with restorative yoga.

 

I hold my

hands up high

to the lights of

love, trust, dance, and

cold beer.

 

I am an

E. Broussard eagle

in awe of the

bald eagle’s nest.

 

I sway in the

wind of the leaves after

hibernating when I feel like

torn cardboard.

 

I love red, pink, and scented

geraniums in clay pots from

Mother Earth.

 Thanks for that Kay.

Another tea bag quote, this time from Yogi: "Love is the highest of all virtues" amen Anonymous!

That line of Margaret's "a red reminder to look up" jolted me since P and I just watched the flick "Don't Look Up" a funny yet sad end-of-the-world tale of that pokes at government, fake science, news broadcasters, politicians, economic forces, and people in general. Yule, the dope smoking skateboarder and newfound boyfriend of one of the stars of this movie, Kate, is with a small group of "new family" gathered around the table for a last meal as the world comes crashing down around their ears, Yule,raised in an evangelical family but lost his religion long ago, all at the table in fact lacked church, came up with this prayer in the moment, telling his new 'family', none of whom remembered how to pray (something you must practice) "I got this". "Dearest Father and Almighty Creator, we ask for your grace despite our pride, your forgiveness despite our doubt, and most of all, your love to sooth our fears in these dark times. May we face your will with courage and open hearts of acceptance. In Your name, amen." FLASH, BANG, DARKNESS, SILENCE!

Hey Dave, what you got there?

Mutant Haiku at Ground Zero

Yucca Mountain, Nevada Test Site

     An alter for a desecrated burnt offering

                       human sacrifice

     to a god of non-existence, blind and deaf

Ohhhhh, thanks Dave

1-17-22 Happy birthday Dr. King. I am celebrating by sleeping late and taking this day off in your honor.

This week, on Friday, the third Friday of January, in Louisiana, we celebrate Arbor Day. Because it is the best possible time of the year to plant a tree here on the Gulf Rim. High noon, on the lawn in front of Hamilton Hall. Cercis Canadensis, Red Bud is the tree of choice, the right tree in the right spot, look up for wires! Celebration to include prayer, poetry, song, and enthusiastic tree planting, as it should. Be there or be square.

peace love possumhugs

BT