Gratitude

A heartfelt thanks to all my friends,

While on our jolly way we wend.

So many have come through for me,

To wish us well, not misery!

Just one blogger I’ve met in person,

‘Cause the world’s too large you’ll hear me cursin’!

And yet that’s where adventures lay,

To seek anew another day.

So should you ever venture near,

Make contact! And we’ll drink some beer

Or wine or tea or your beverage of choice.

I’d love to meet and hear your voice.

Your written words have helped me through

The mush upstairs – my mental stew.

I’m not the only one to be

Confused. You’ve shared your thoughts with me.

You don’t advise or judge or preach,

But say life’s road is there to teach.

I was running out of blogging stuff.

But soon I’ll have more than enough.

While we work out our future’s bugs,

I say thanks again and grateful hugs.

If you have just stumbled on my blog this poem is in response to the outpouring of support, good wishes, hugs and shared experiences on my previous post Confused DNA and our impending departure to parts known and unknown which was alluded to on this post.

Poppy Pathos

I went hiking for some poppies,

Looking for the perfect shot.

I trekked and trekked and trekked some more,

And this is what I got.

The marigolds were perky.

The lupines were sublime.

But as for scrumptious poppy shots

It was a waste of time.

 

Was I looking far too early?

Did I get there much too late?

On my calendar from last year,

This was the perfect date.

Should I go again tomorrow?

Was it the wrong time of day?

They bloom in March and April

But not as late as May.

Did javelinas eat them?

Did coyotes dig them out?

Did tarantulas eat all the seeds?

All of them? Surely not.

 

A few poppies danced in the wind

And gave some kicks and flicks

But disappointment brought me home

To look at last year’s pics.

Three Guesses?

Who knows where this is?

I know I have some followers in this state!

Ingrid‘s just been here and took a similar photo so I know she knows the answer!

Talking Bird

Where Are We Now?

For those of you languishing in the Keys:

Where’s this?

Shadow Stalkers

The Charge of the Ground Squirrels

I can’t think why I’d been baking when we were camping at the San Clemente State Park on the beautiful southern California coast just south of Los Angeles but the scent of ginger had caught the attention of the local residents.

Where is that delicious smell coming from?

Down there somewhere!

They’re here! Under this shirt! C’mon fellas!

Lost Pet

I know I’ve seen this little fellow in someone’s post just recently. Do you recognize him? Is he yours? Is it Fred? Arthur? Sebastian? He was last seen in Myrtle Beach. Let me know if you want him back.

Isn’t He Just Adorable?

Ingrid’s photo of a black vulture reminded me of this poem I had stashed away:

Vinnie the Vulture posed for me in the parking lot of the Everglades National Park. Look at that face. Adorable may be over the top but you have to admit he is kind of cute!

Racing Turtles

On your marks, get set . . . .

Okay, so they’re not racing turtles. But they could be when they wake up.