Tuesday, December 7, 2021

Hello December (poetic journaling)


On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,  eight maids a milking ~ it's about all that cream and butter in the candy, lefse, and baked goods.  


Two inches of snow in an hour.  One snowflake at a time.


Merrily Christmas!  As merrily we roll along into it. 


Day after the Flour and Sugar banquet...

Turning over a new leaf~spinach, kale, cabbage, mustard greens...and Rah! Rah! Raw vegetables. And they slayed that nasty old Sugar Dragon and lived happily ever after.


  Winter Companions: I went for a walk today.  Down snow covered roads. But it was not a trudge. Soaked up the "D" rays with the birch trees white, the pine needles green, and those  brown  oak limbs without their leaves.  


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If a kid had a pair of skates~ there's good ice this year, and a thousand lakes in Otter tail County.  And today,  there are skaters on a homemade rink with a string of Christmas lights and a fire pit.  A rink in time for the holidays.  


Since childhood, Tawnia has kept a tiny puzzle piece from one of her grandmother's jigsaw puzzles.  It has on it the face of Tiny Tim …

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Today, I'm putting away the Christmas ornaments.  This year they stayed in festive boxes under the tree, for me to bring out and look at and remember the past of Christmas. Most of the ornaments are homemade, and they're a bit worn and frayed.  Good endings. 

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Monday, December 6, 2021

October weather in November (poetic journaling)

First day of ice fishing season.  However this  November, there's hardly ice on the lake, and only three swans 'a swimming in the shadows near the shore and near their food source.  They're waiting for a north wind to blow.  


Arts and crafts on snowy winter evenings.


The world distracting.  


I'd rather be a fruitcake than make one. 


The dust finally settled and now I need to dust. 


Today I am chap happy.  Chap book in the wind?  


I liked comic books as a kid,  but I suppose that era is about over.  For kids, I mean.  I could create a comic relief book.


Let the people be all set in their ways. 


Listen.  Consider  the other.  Tell your own story.

  

1 Corinthians 13: 4,5  Love thinketh no evil.

  

Often not, not.