Do you give kisses and do your parents like them?
Sunday, October 1, 2023
The squirrels were packing their tree in my backyard. I inquired where they would be going and was told south because winter was coming.
I managed to stay inside last winter without my paws ever touching the ground, only going out for car rides, where I sat in an overly heated vehicle. Those with senior parents will know what I mean. I didn't mind. I was no friend of the cold.
When I entered my forever home in July last year, I laid the groundwork for staying inside during the frozen months. When going on walks, I would sit, refusing to let the sight of my newly acquired house slip away until I knew I could find my way back home.
Winter was a pure spectator event for me last year, but when spring came, and there were so many fancy smells in the air, I began to walk further from my house, confident I could find my way back if a band of roving gypsies carried off my Dad. Soon, walking became something I looked forward to every day. I walk at supper time, but after the first weekend in November, when the whole world is picking up and putting somewhere darker, I may walk around lunchtime, which will be cold.
But maybe my dislike of the cold has kept winter at bay this year.
The hanging plant, which, weeks ago, shed its last blossom and was hung from a tree, not for stealing a horse, but so it wouldn't hang by the front window, a bitter reminder that summer had left, is blossoming again.
Beyond that, in front of the railroad ties, where the snails who nibble on the leaves at night hide, the 100-year-old rose bush has reblossomed, not as splendidly as it did in the spring, but still, a sure sign of spring in October.
Also, the inpatients, who struggled in the July heat and battled root rot, have spread in Fo;ey's garden and the bicycle basket. A grey fall day becomes a hopeful spring if you squint your eyes.
The scientists say this has to do with global warming, the jet stream, water temperature, and climate change, but I say it is because winter does not want to arrive and see this face.
Frankly, I can't blame it.
Thursday, September 28, 2023
Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.
I was going to be a great meal for Jake
His mom had made chocolate cake
Then his mother got his attention with a snap
If he wanted cake he would have to eat this crap
Jake let out a sigh
To cover that he wanted to cry
The cake was right there on the counters
He had defied her before but never been able to summount her
Jake tried moving food around the plate
But his mother would not ababte
His mom said “I want to see that plate clean.”
Especially anything that is bland and green
When his mom turned around Jake had a thought
And he called over his dog Spot
“I am going to give you my dinner
Its what all dogs want, you lucky winner.”
“I don’t think so, good buddy,” Spot said
“But I would rather eat stale kibble instead
That stuff look gross
And would make me gassy, and wreak havoc with my blood glucose.”
Jake had to eat supper, he hadn’t any choice
He ate the food and when finished did rejoice
It was time for the cake, hopefully a big slice
He was about to be in desert paradise
Jake took a big bite of cake
But only one slight he did take
Because it was not chocolate cake but carrot
And man did it taste like shit
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