This, from Substack. So creative. So cool. Awesomeness!!
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the morning after love’s feast
hearts & bellies, full
more than enough to go around
At Last!!
Per my weather app, 2.4″ of the lovely white stuff has descended upon us in the last six hours with an additional accumulation of three to four inches in the next twenty-four.
We’ve been living in a November landscape all winter. There were two minor snowfalls in December, I believe, but they didn’t last long, melted quickly, leaving us with nothing to look at outside our windows but a dull, dreary, brown terrain. More snow is forecast later this week and early the next.
We need the precipitation and I’m so happy it’s come at last!
Photos aren’t the best but, well, you get the picture…




they call it progress
winter blankets a stubbled plain
the last of corn’s plantings
soon, families will reside in this place
A Misery Shared
The holiday hoopla is over and done. All fine and well and good. It’s a New Year. We’re moving on. Already, resolutions made and broken. Such is life.
And now, the COLD spell begins. I saw a headline in my Google feed this morning containing those dreaded, winter-month words, polar vortex. Yikes! I remember well, those frigid days and weeks, from just a few years back.
Ah, well. Bring it on, I say. We’re Iowans, Midwesterners. We can handle a few frozen temperatures. We’ve got Netflix and Hulu and Apple + TV. There are LOADS of books on our shelves and downloaded to our Kindles (and we know where to get more). There’s the Internet! Streaming! Painting tutorials: watercolors, Bob Ross, acrylics! We’ve got quilting, reorganizing, Sudoku, baking bread, crock-pot lasagna. Take-out, for crying out loud.
Knife sharpening!
The miraculous wonders of YouTube….
Yeah, we’ll manage alright. That doesn’t mean we have to like it.
affirmations
let’s meet for drinks, she said
I’ve missed you
eyes wide open, I left the pub
more aware than when I’d arrived
Mom switched them up every year
reveries of Christmas when I was young
red, green, blue—a medley of gold
undecided which tree lights I loved best
yes, ignorance IS bliss…
election fallout
nixing all things political
temporary peace of mind
dawn’s rose-red fingers: to Homer with love






yup
just as I remember it—
spooky day,
windy, cold & wet


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