wispy & feather-light,
memories of a young girl —
that child used to be me
Any sourdough bread bakers out there?
I’ve got a virgin batch of sourdough starter in the works — I think…
Would love to pick somebody’s brain about this mysterious, tempestuous process. So much conflicting, confusing information out there. Am I even doing this right? (Is this thing on?!?!?)
Argh.
In other words, HELP!!
Iowa road conditions today, seasonal green
tomorrow’s forecast: freezing rain, snow & drizzle
everything covered in ice, nearly a tenth of an inch
check that weather map again come morning —
beware! pinks & blues again will dominate
the birthday girl
my mother-in-law turns 90 today
ageing, so brutal to both body & mind
sadly, Norma’s taken
a shellacking on both accounts
and yet, I envy my husband —
he still has both his parents…
Outrage!
Farmers vote for you-know-who. You-know-who implements tariffs. Tariffs annihilate farmers. You-know-who decrees $1.8 billion to help farmers.
The American people get stuck with the tab. Thanks, farmers. NOT!
the procedure
puppy trembles when we turn north —
he knows where we’re headed.
when Coco’s ordeal is over,
the vet gives us the thumbs-up.
once again, he’s our happy boy.
winter walking
halting, cautious footsteps
off-trail preferable to icy pathways
the busy swish of nylon gaiters,
crunch of snow underfoot
deep breaths, a racing heartbeat
the brisk exhilaration
of a cold December afternoon
small town tradition
first December Saturday
bells & sirens, crisp morning air
Santa perched atop a firetruck
waves to all, up & down every street
it’s a good gig, I can’t complain
~ for Bill
husband’s favorite scold; guilty as charged
cajoling the last of it out of the tube
I deplore the wasting of anything
yet every light’s left on in the kitchen
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