If Ever I was a Flower

If ever I was a flower
then surely now I am a weed
grown up amongst the thorns
while learning not to bleed
a steady stalk standing
above roots tough and strong
for it is enough to grow in a field
and know that I belong
than be pampered in your garden
waiting for the illusion
of perfect beauty
only to be cut off at the center
displayed, but not free.

Dual Lane Transporter?

Of all things expected, this HUGE rig caused me to slow and turn around, not once, but twice. When I saw it parked in the lot at a weight station in Missouri, I stopped to marvel at it. I'm still in awe of this man load truck and trailer, flatbed, transporter, what do you call something like this??? I HAD to find out! With a little research, I would ...

The name on the side said Diamond, So did a ggl search and with a little sifting of this patient blogger, I found a match. Some models have up to 20 axles! Their newest baby is a Super dual lane transporter. If you ever get to see one, wow.

Visit his site at: http://www.diamondheavyhaul.com/index.htm

Asian lady beetles

Be true to thyself
Ladybug, ladybug,
Fly away, do,
Fly to the mountain,
And feed upon dew,
Feed upon dew
And sleep on a rug,
And then run away
Like a good little bug.
- Chinese Nursery Rhyme


One of my favorite childhood nursery rhymes, I still remember the magic of the poem and of ladybugs.

Ladybugs and crickets was and still are the only two bugs I've ever cared to tolerate.

This past week though, I've noticed ladybugs coming inside my house. It isn't as so bad that it's an infestation but the dang little things are everywhere. They aren't as red as I remember them, either. They are reddish, but also orange and mustard colored too. Sooooo, I decided to do a little research. What I found out surprised me. They came all the way from Asia.

Ladybugs, also called lady beetles or ladybird beetles, are very beneficial. A single lady beetle may eat as many as 5,000 aphids in its lifetime.

The Asian lady beetle was imported to the United States through a number of accidental and planned releases. The releases were made in California as early as 1916 and then again in the 1960s, when I first saw them. The Asian lady beetle population failed to establish, or so thought.

Years later, the ladybugs were discovered to be thriving after all. During Autumn, many can make their way indoors in an attempt to stay warm. Asian lady beetles can live for 2-3 years under good conditions.

I guess my home is "good conditions" for these little ladies.

Searching For Dolphins

Tamara wanted to write a story.

She felt that if she could, then she could live through her words rather than the mundane that everyday brought. Tamara thought that just maybe her words might be like a vacation, only less expensive. So one day Tamara sat down at her desk and poised her finger tips over her keyboard and said,

"Ready, Set, Go."

She turned her imagination on by turning the reasonable, logical section of her brain off. Words like "skippy-do, ethereal and forebode" came to mind. She wrote about the taste of colors and the distance between love and hate. She left her chair, traveling back and forth between the good ole' days and tomorrow.

Musical notes appeared among written words and her story played out loud for her and anyone whom happened past. Her words became edible and filled her up like good cheesecake. Little girls wore floppy hats while making mud pies and boys pulled pigtails, giggling before running away. There were flowers, salty sea air, old lovers and new lovers she hadn't met yet. Dogs and cats never got hit by cars and the moon shone as brightly as the sun. Dolphins gave rides for free and dark shadows were nothing more than a shady spot to sit under old oak trees.

The sky was beautiful even when it rained and no longer was she held to the weariness of growing old nor the agony of being too young. Money was worthless, extra time was free and vacations were worth taking.

And just for a little while, she swam with dolphins.





Inspired by Fred Neils Song, "The Dolphins."

UnReFiNeD PoEtRy

Poetry? asks the Lady wearing a purple hat
Shakespearean seems far removed from you my dear.
Yes, of course, I tell her, looking up
Very far indeed, yet the love is there
The passion and the song, it belongs to me
Laughing she puffs out green smoke
And me, I scratch an itch between my fingers
while twisting my big toe into dirt

Haiku? You could never do it justice
No Madame, not hardly
Worldly favors removed, I’m a country girl

What is left she asks, seething
Unrefined poetry I tell her
UnReFiNeD, like me
And thank you, I wave
For a really good one

Morning Thoughts of a Mattress Stacker

Morning Thoughts while sitting by the open window (that is missing its screen, ugh) and while having a cup of coffee before starting my day came to me as follows ... Will it rain today? Yesterday's laundry is still out there with another load waiting ... I've saw some cool blog titles lately and they make me a little envious and thinking of ones that I coulda, woulda, shoulda had I been more adventurous. I do think "random" anything is getting worn out but it gets its point across so nicely... catching my son picking his nose with my tweezers (Grrrr) yesterday reminds me now to buy a new pair today ... the only thing I would still love to accomplish here is the ability to add music and if I could how could I possibly choose only one? ... I love my bed but admit is is silly looking. Why pay thousands of $$ for a mattress set when mattress stacking is soooo comfy> Let me explain ... I had an older set but the box springs had sprung (literally) when a friend offered me a new set because his sister works at a mattress store so we burned the box springs but I was unwilling to part with my older yet extremely comfortable mattress. "Just add it to the top," I told him. Well I just got a new sofa to replace my futon which was probably thee best made piece of furniture I own. (next to my mattress) I could do without the wooden frame so I burned that too but the mattress, no way. I added it to the top of my growing heap of a bed which now stands about waist high. Silly looking, maybe. Comfortable? Ohhh yeah ....

~Have a great Sunday and God bless ....

A Single Leaf Speaks

The maple tree branches float on gentle breezes
as a single leaf flaps so anxious, it speaks
"See how big I've grown? and so green?"

Starting as a whisper it creates something bigger,
Stronger, maybe something mighty
in the rustle of leaves
in the hum of the breeze
Something poetic stirs and spreads

DANCE, little Maple Leaf, dance
"Come see, come see," says the leaf crying,
trying
to catch a tear drop on the tip of it's tongue
as sunny skies rain mysterious
Happy Tears glisten lovely, so brazen

Oh, to be a leaf
on the maple tree that grows
in the front yard of a poet