Good Morning, Friend.
Arise and shine!
Today’s a fresh new day.
May you know Joy and Happiness.
All good things come your way.
Today.
Good Morning, Friend.
Arise and shine!
Today’s a fresh new day.
May you know Joy and Happiness.
All good things come your way.
Today.
America’s birthday… Holiday!
Pray for our country’s flag today.
Pray for our nation –
that we’ll stand tall –
with justice, freedom, and hope for all.
America’s Bicentennial, 2026
(for Shannon)
I’m living with a spider.
Spiders like to be alone.
So she’s living in my shower
where she’s made a Spider Zone.
She seems to do much better
when I leave her by herself,
doing what it is that spiders do,
beneath a bathroom shelf.
It’s a quiet life we’re leading,
just enjoying one another.
I’m behaving quite responsibly.
I am a Spider Mother.
Whidbey Island had an earthquake.
On the Scale, ‘twas pretty small,
but it made a noisy clamor when
the clock crashed off the wall!
Electronics got all tangled.
Printer had to be re-set.
Google can’t find her location
and there may be more stuff yet.
It was just a little earthquake, so,
on balance, all in all…
we came out pretty lucky.
Only Clock had quite a fall!
A garden is a plot of weeds,
interspersed with flowers.
The flowers do need attention,
but the weeds take hours and hours.
May your day be like a rainbow:
shades of Joy in ev’ry hue…
splashing colors of great Beauty…
streaming Happiness for you!
Spring gardens are uneven
in the pace at which things grow.
But one thing to depend on:
Garden weeds are never slow.
Today I had a visitor.
It was the Cookie Elf.
She mixed and baked the cookies.
Then she placed them on my shelf.
She took the flour and sugar,
added in the choc’late chips,
enriched with fine ingredients
that taste good on the lips.
The oven took its perfect part
in turning batter gold.
Warm cookies from the oven
are a fine thing to behold!
So now I can have cookies
with a glass of ice-cold milk….
a taste treat for the ages
that slips down as smooth as silk.
Please come again, Cookie Elf!
My white hair’s growing thinner.
You can see my pale pink scalp.
If my hair thins out much further,
I’ll look like a Balding Alp.
The flowers in my garden
lift my heart and ease my mind.
The beauty of a garden
is a precious thing to find.