A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Friday, July 26, 2019
Scene From Our Woody End
Mom monitors atop An upturned canoe. Kid skids down Again and again-- Wild in futurity but Wants authority Between them. The difference Is clear: a mother's care Is always near. *******************
0_Jenny, thank you. I've been a dad for 49 years, but in dreams my mother returns and gives me good counsel. Relayed your compliment to Norma --who is understandably sensitive to scenes like this.
Dear Baili, thanks. The instinct of parental protection, and the rewards it brings, merits high on our mortal composition --and survival. It is part of love.
Sure does, doesn't it Rick? Reminds me of sliding boards in playgrounds when I was little --parents there to keep other sliders from rearending me, and someone to care if I fell on my face.
Dear Delores, We have lived across the south field from an olive orchard for many years and seen many flocks of crows. I figure by the racket they make, they must be having fun. I'm delighted they've discovered sliding boards.
… meant to send greetings from my cat Theo Thunderbutt as well … no worries bout da birds cuz he is an inside cat … smiles … c. https://youtu.be/Fo5RUhuoLO4
Either that turkey and her kid are touring the whole continent --Ca. to Fla.-- or this is something all wild turkeys are doing right now. I'm in favor of it.
Ahhh! Kids are kids, no matter the species, it seems :)
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, being myself both a kid (once) and a mom (always). Good capture by Norma.
0_Jenny, thank you. I've been a dad for 49 years, but in dreams my mother returns and gives me good counsel. Relayed your compliment to Norma --who is understandably sensitive to scenes like this.
Deletethis is lovely poem dear Geo
ReplyDeletegoes incredibly well with image :)
moms are so protective about their babies and this is why they prefer to stay near all the time
Dear Baili, thanks. The instinct of parental protection, and the rewards it brings, merits high on our mortal composition --and survival. It is part of love.
DeleteThat looks like fun:)
ReplyDeleteSure does, doesn't it Rick? Reminds me of sliding boards in playgrounds when I was little --parents there to keep other sliders from rearending me, and someone to care if I fell on my face.
DeleteI once watched a pair of crows taking turns skidding down a metal roof. Wildlife at play.
ReplyDeleteDear Delores, We have lived across the south field from an olive orchard for many years and seen many flocks of crows. I figure by the racket they make, they must be having fun. I'm delighted they've discovered sliding boards.
DeleteThank you for making me smiles today, friend Geo. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Cat.
Delete… meant to send greetings from my cat Theo Thunderbutt as well … no worries bout da birds cuz he is an inside cat … smiles … c. https://youtu.be/Fo5RUhuoLO4
DeleteThanks, Cat! I've put a clickable link to your "Theo Thunderbutt" clip under the poem.
Deletewow geo I saw the exact same thing yesterday near our house here in florida...one mom, one baby wild turkey...interesting!
ReplyDeleteEither that turkey and her kid are touring the whole continent --Ca. to Fla.-- or this is something all wild turkeys are doing right now. I'm in favor of it.
DeleteSweetness! I love the picture, and your words make it more endearing.
ReplyDeleteBe of good cheer, my dear friend.
Thanks dear Robyn. I seem to recall wild turkeys in Bidwell Park. I hope Robin Hood left a few after the Errol Flynn flick was filmed there.
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