I dropped a feather in the air
It fell in my mother’s hair
More feathers she grew
Until she almost flew
She gave me a squeeze
It made me sneeze
Then feathers were everywhere
FEATHER HAIR
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REPRIEVE
My eyes seeped through the willow tree
Walked along the grass and sand
And immersed in the cool lake water
My ears listened to the still quiet air,
The occasional passing hum of a tiny airborne insect,
And my own heartbeat, alternating with occasional intestinal rumble
My thoughts flew across the sky to the water’s other edge
Exploring the mountainside where I peeked into the mouth of a cave
To see a mysterious creature napping quietly in the dark coolness
From the porch chair I had not moved
Except my eyes to blink away the warm dry air
And my hand to swat away a fly
A rare reprieve I briefly found
Contrasting completely to the fast pace of modern noise
That most often engulfs and exhausts me
SUBTLE GRANDEUR
SUBTLE GRANDEUR WAS PREVIOUSLY POSTED OCT. 2014. IT STILL CAPTURES THE FEELING OF CERTAIN MORNINGS.
The silver morning sky slowly brightens
As the sun’s rays reach
From behind the horizon
To scout the lingering clouds
The trees stand as motionless statues
Waiting for the winds
To move them
To dance through the day
The air thickened by yesterday’s cool rain
Rises to welcome the warm sun
With a ghostly white presence
That blends with the clouds
To erase the horizon’s divide
The void of color is in
Striking contrast to the previous dawn
Yet its statement is equal to the others
It is magnificent to open ones eyes,
Breathe in a subtle grandeur,
And ponder the wonderment
Of infinite uniqueness
Sirril Gallery
Art and people were plentiful, while admiring the art, having a glass of wine, and talking to each other last night at the Sirril Art Gallery. 
Tigress
This is Hollye’s cat sitting under a bush near her front door.
Duck Pond Turtle
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Just Love My Scrooge!
Community Service once again! This time by way of our very own TABLEROCK’S Goodnight Amphitheate
r 23rd annual performance of “A Christmas Carol”.
END OF THE RAINBOW
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The end of the rainbow was actually on our property. I could have stood at the foot of the
rainbow, but I did not want to disturb the pot of gold. I will never forget the beautiful glow that evening.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE
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Friendship, Fitness, & Fun
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With the Stagecoach Inn closed for renovation this summer, the swim group still managed the fun this summer, got a little tan, kept in shape, and chatted all at the same time. As long as the water is warm enough we will continue.
Summer Swimming Fun
SUPERIOR HAZARD
Beauty abounds
All around
But Texas terrain
Can be a pain
Prickly pears
At you stare
Waiting for you to come near
So they can stick you in the rear
Other plants anchored deep in the ground
Creep low and climb high without a sound
Resulting in rashes and itches galore
Pure misery from head to floor
Bees, wasps, yellow jackets, scorpions, and mosquitoes
Are low flying jets fully loaded with poisoned torpedoes
Dangerous rattling and coiling snake surprises
Slither from under the rocks when the temperature rises
But be aware of the two legged creatures
With cunning smiling faces, pretty and agreeable
For they can be more dangerous and deadly
Than all the Texas terrain hazards in medley
MORNING
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The cold morning air pushes against me
While recently consumed coffee resists the assault
A log now in the fireplace slowly joins in battle
Quickly followed by the rising morning light
Light snores from the other recliner
Evidence a quick morning nap stolen
After the previous restless night
The air is still quiet
In comparison to the night
But is revealing labor signs
Of a wonderful new birth
Anticipation escalates
With the accumulation of internal caffeine
And the invasion of
Agenda gathering thoughts
Anxious muscles slowly forgo resistance
Until the chair concedes
To the welcomed
Birth of a beautiful and promising new day
CARTWHEEL FOR GRANDMA
Grandma came to visit
She never looks the same
She lives far away
So on the plane she came
I drew her a special picture
And wrote her some words so dear
She loves these things I know
Because she always smiles with a tear
I showed her my best cartwheel
My sister played her song
My brother did his yoyo tricks
Then we giggled and hugged the night long
Grandma says we’ve grown too much
And she thinks we are all so pretty
But it is difficult to understand us
When our voices blend completely
GINGER
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Ginger is 15 years old, missing a few teeth, walks painfully, hearing is gone, hair is thinning, eyes are almost blind, and she sleeps most of the time. She still eats hardy, tries to play with us, and gives us lots of love. We recently bought her a playpen to keep her protected from the overly rambunctious puppy that wants to fight her for her chew bone and pull her tail. We also got Casper (the puppy) a playpen to protect us all.
This photo was posted for those that asked about Ginger and for those that requested more photographs for the blog.
MEET GOVERNOR CASPER
Carpets are rolled up
Shoes are picked up
Cords are covered up
Anything left is chewed up
He climbs like a cat
He smells like a rat
He found my hat
And chewed it while I sat
His teeth are like pins
When he bites he grins
He plays and wins
And knows he’s guilty of many sins
His energy is abundant
His appetite, rampant
Self-control seems reluctant
His toys are all combatant
He was the cutest puppy
Picked ‘cause he was cuddly
Fur so soft and fluffy
Eyes looking at me sweetly
Governor Casper is his name
Nothing here will ever be the same
Those sweet eyes became
A wild thing deserving much blame
We knew from the start
That very first day
He climbed into our hearts
And with us he will forever stay