I’ve never claimed to be a professional photographer, roaming around with my trusty iPhone and snapping anything that catches my eye. Today’s snapshot, my 100th, is evidence of my lack of skills; however, I couldn’t resist asking this inscect if he’d “Bee My Only 1(00).”
He was really digging into this tasty flower, so he never answered. I took his silence as affirmation.
Peace and pollen, people!
Mike Bizeau at naturehasnoboss.com always inspires!
A week or two ago on a Sunday morning just about at a time I would consider brunch time we watched this Muskrat repeatedly climb up and down the river bank picking mouthfuls of grass, carrying them back to the river, swimming along to his favorite spot and them munching away to their hearts content. No endless mimosas at this brunch buffet but the grass sure looked good.
Clear Creek in Denver, CO.
I lost the answer
Never mind the question asked
I’m positive now
Seek affirmation
If it makes you feel complete,
Yet “no” is freeing
Nyet, nein, I forget
Foreign words all feel the same
Like two negatives
It’s hard to disagree with this logic. The WTForecast app has a unique way of delivering weather updates.
I took this the night before I came down with my head cold and had almost forgotten about it. My friend tells me this is a Japanese Magnolia, so I call it “Japanese Magnolia.” So much for originality.
I find myself singing this throughout these terrifying days. It breaks my heart to know that many of my friends who once sang along are now under Trump’s influence. Greed and an adherence to false religiosity have turned their hearts and minds away from the tenets of peace and love.
https://youtu.be/cKolD582AVI
Lyrics
When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness. She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Chorus:
Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be.
And though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be.
Chorus
And though the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
O, will I make up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Chorus
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When Mikhail says we’re making ready
That flags upon the charts are being laid
And our leaders posture, rhetoric unsteady
Should we listen to what Gorbachev has said
Should we listen to experienced survivors
To the experts who seek evidence and proof
To academics, historians and scientists
Who study past and future for the truth
Should we listen when the charities are groaning
Under siege to manage shelter, food
While governments can always conjure money
To weaponise our world for some vague good
When the friend within is demeaned and benighted
And tolerance is seen as enemy
When hatred escalates and is encouraged
Should we listen to what others maybe see
Should we listen to ourselves when twinges niggle
And reason urges calm and look again
Or should we just do nothing and make ready
To pursue a path that leads to greater pain
When the meanwhiles of the nations are unfolding
When the jigsaw picture’s starting to…
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I fixed myself a “For Medicinal Purposes Only” hot toddy and served it up in a Star Wars mug. I reckon the Force should be with me.
Day 1: Surprise! I’m moving into your head. You’ll think I’m just seasonal allergies for the first 8 hours. Ha! Puny human.
Night 1: Hope you don’t need to breathe. Or maybe I’ll just open up your sinuses and you’ll begin leaking snot like a faucet from your right nostril. Girl, you look so cute with a rolled up tissue sticking out of your schnozzola.
Day 2: I know, you were still hoping I was just an allergy attack, so I thought a slight fever and some body aches might cheer you up. No? Suck it up buttercup. I’m yours for six more days.
Night 2: You imagined that nighttime cold medicine was going to let you sleep through the night as advertised, didn’t you? Bwahahaha! If I had a knee I’d slap it. Better yet, I’ll slap you. Headaches just make me more awesome.
So I’m sick. Dammit. This is all my imagination could handle today. I have a couple of posts queued up, but if you don’t hear from me again you’ll know the cold won.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 