The vines entwine almost playfully about themselves and their host trees. I call this one, “Throw Me a Line.”
Falling from great heights
Stomach dropping headiness
Help me bungee cord!
Falling in deep love
Hormones rush in hectic waves
Help, help me Rhonda!
Falling in slow mo
Like an action movie scene
Help me Chuck Norris!
On Monday morning I have to have a little PROcedure. And honestly, even though I have a bit of anxiety about it, I’m enormously relieved that it’s not a CONcedure, or worse yet, an AMATEURcedure.
Cat got your tongue? he asked.
That’s the stupidest question ever, I replied
Cats have no need for human tongues and such, but they might have my yarn.
Cats love yarn.
Loved this song when I first heard Maureen McGovern sing it in The Poseidon Adventure. Now, it holds a deeper meaning with trump in the White House.
This is Clyde. Isn’t he awesome? I call this, “Big Dog!”
Lead me not into temptation,
Refrain from encouraging my slide
Into passages of wild abandon
With a subtle wink and nod.
Hold me to much higher standards
Than those to which you subscribe
Hypocrisy is all the rage, my dear
Executive orders well describe.
Sauce for the goose, gold for the gander
Don’t let them catch you weeping
Heads we lose; tails we’ve lost
Prayers are all past keeping.
Torrents of mid-winter rain drown fallen leaves of oak, carrying the lucky ones Downhill
On shimmering ad hoc rivers until they meet on the banks of a temporary lake. Golden clumps
Cluster forlornly in pre-spring purgatory awaiting the salvation of rake and wheelbarrow.