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.
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
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