As proof that you can find glimmers ANYWHERE…I present to you my creative furball heaving feline, Frankie’s latest late night creations. I may be losing it! 🤣🤣🤣 But you gotta admit it helps to be a bit loony in times like this.
Feline Furball Gallery by Frankie
Big Bird on a Bonsai Tree ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
The Thin Man ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
I hope you are inspired and amused by these amazing works of wretching art.
eye of the beholder
when the world turns dark glimmers of light may be found in absurdity
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find a way to create lemonade from life’s lemons…or in my case discover the artistic talent of a simple house cat with a weak stomach…May glimmers of light and humor happen to you when you least expect it and when you need it most!
the air is heavy just before the storm raindrops ride the wind dusk drifts into night the darkness provides cover as a fearsome interloper steals bits of food from the least among us the wrens, the phoebes, the finches destruction in its wake the feeder stands mangled seed tubes ravaged what good are a few seeds to massive beasts when to the birds they are everything
part 2
they assembled in hallowed halls the murmur of opposition surges as they spin their evil plans the big beautiful lie, while an unconscionable act Is executed enriching the wealthy over the stunned masses the poor, the old, the sick survival of the richest as democracy dies sacrificed for greed these gluttonous monsters hoarding more than they need leaving the people to perish
part 3
the air is heavy | they assembled just before the storm | in hallowed halls raindrops ride the wind | the murmur of opposition surges dusk drifts into night | as they spin their evil plans the darkness provides cover |.the big beautiful lie, while a fearsome interloper | an unconscionable act is executed steals bits of food | enriching the wealthy from the least among us | from the stunned masses the wrens, the phoebes, the finches | the poor, the old, the sick destruction in its wake | survival of the richest the feeder stands mangled | as democracy dies seed tubes ravaged | sacrificed on the altar of greed what good are a few seeds to | these gluttonous monsters massive beasts when | taking more than they need to the birds they are everything | leaving the people to perish
~kat
Last night a huge storm swept through the hills. When I woke up and took a walk around the property looking for downed trees, surveying any damage that might be left in the storm’s wake, I discovered a disturbing scene at both of my feeding stations. Something strong and very big came through destroying the feeder stand and the see tubes. i recall seeing a few roust bucks on the property at dusk, it it is also likely that we were visited by a black bear.
Meanwhile on another hill in our nation’s capital congress huddled in committee at 1 am hoping to ram through a so-called big beautiful bill. The vilest of this crowd called in the big gun, namely Trump, to threaten the end of life as they know it if the holdouts didn’t vote to pass this atrocity. As I write this post, they are still at it some 17 hours later with no end in sight. Major sticking points include cuts to every little safety net that most people depend on to give massive tax breaks to the filthy rich. The people be damned
I couldn’t help seeing the similarities between a brown bear destroying feeding stations, and the maga politicians destroying our democracy, many because they fear the wrath of a selfish bully. Of course for this theme only a cleave poem would do. So called three poems on one the left column is one poem…the right, a second and the grand finale read in left to right for a third.
You know I have a glimmer for you… a few turkeys found love on the back end of my property! Baby turkeys are so cute! But it was the courtship that makes me laugh! This is how it went!
I noticed this Jenny hanging out inside the fenced part of my yard……enter a very excited tom who was pacing along the outside of the fence line. he did his darndest to woo her for a little tryst, but she wasn’t having it! I walked to the back of the house to get a better look, only to discover that she was no longer there. But I did notice old tom hunched over something rocking back and forth you guessed it! Moments later she emerged, feathers disheveled scurrying away indignant at his indiscretion. I mean, imagine it! He had his way with her right out in the open! (I didn’t happen to get a photo of that! 😄). Countdown to turkey chicks! Can’t wait! 🥰
Anyhow, that’s my glimmer for today…the cycle of life on full display while I worked on a presentation for tomorrow.
A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth
sheltered from the rain a moth perched under the eaves ‘twas a moist owlet!
~kat 😄
I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.
It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants.
Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again! Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha
Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I passed my “best if used by” date over a half a century ago exposure to the elements has taken quite a toll
my skin is leathery and dry my hair is turning gray I need bifocals for my eyes my hearing’s fine…wait, what’d you say?
my plumbing’s gotten leaky my pipes are filled with gas I‘ve lost control completely might toot toot as i walk past
expirations come, no warning and the end, I’m sure, is near luck will keep me ‘til the morning may the fates grant me a few more years
believe me when I tell you though I’m slowly losing steam my mind still thinks I’m twenty-two filled with hope and unspent dreams
~kat
Na/GloPoWriMo 2025 April 1: Well, I’m not sure where that came from based on the prompt. I started looking at musical terms and artist terms and paintings and ended up considering the concept of shelf lives and expiration dates and how they relate to aging in humans. I blame this detour partly on my day job which bothers itself with product lifecycles, expiration dates and the like. I suppose it’s a sad commentary on the reality of my lack of work-life balance. But I digress.
And…there goes a butterfly…will ya look at that!
Much love, peace, and unlimited, unspoiled glimmers to you!
Today’s glimmer is a little different. It wasn’t a thing, but a feeling, rather a realization that I am tougher and more capable than I ever thought I could be.
Let me tell you about my day…
This was our driveway today. Several days ago we had a winter storm rage through. We didn’t get much snow, but we got ice…lots of it. Enough to down trees and cause us to lose power for half a day. The cold and winds haven’t let up so we are basically ice-locked from civilization. By civilization I mean the road and the mailbox. Our driveway is about 1/8 of a mile long and has a 35 degree incline. Even on a good day it’s quite a trek to the mailbox. I generally hop in the car and drive down to get the mail.
Well the world below has resumed to business as usual. The roads are plowed and dry, and delivery trucks have been doing what they do. My order trackers had informed me that there were several packages in and around the mailbox. I figured I’d best make my way down the hill to get them, along with some important mail I had been waiting for.
I bundled up in layers, put on my hiking boots, and grabbed one of my partner’s crutches to use as a walking stick. My plan was to walk along the edge that is made up of gravel and leaves. The paved driveway was coated with 1/2 an inch of slick, solid ice.
I had only taken a few steps when the crutch slid out from under me over the ice tumbling me into the blackberry brambles. I may have rolled a bit before regaining my footing, because I had to pry the branches off my coat to get free. At this point I was determined, pressing on until I realized that the side of the driveway was narrowing, leaving me limited safe ground to walk on. I was now teetering on the edge of a ravine that ran along the driveway. I think you know where this is heading!!! Yep, I tumbled once again. This time into the ravine!
Undaunted, I pressed on measuring my steps along the base of the ravine as far as I could. Unfortunately that path wouldn’t get me to the bottom so I decided I needed to get back to the driveway to make my way to the grassy edge on the other side. I punched the icy hill with my hands to give myself something to hold as I made my way up to the driveway’s edge. A delivery driver on the road who had been watching me asked if I was okay. I told him I thought so. He waved and wasted no time getting into his van, driving away.
In hindsight this was probably a good thing for my dignity! I had finally reached the driveway. I tossed the crutch to the other side and tried to crawl. That turned out to be a bad idea. I started sliding back down toward the ravine. So I dropped to my belly and slither-slid across the driveway. Once i reached the gully and got back on my feet, the remaining descent was easy. I found one package leaning against a tree, and several more, along with some mail, stuffed in the mailbox. Mission accomplished? Well, not exactly. I had to figure out a way to get back up the hill.
I decided I would cut through the woods rather than up the driveway. The ice and snow there seemed less solid and I figured I would have better footing. I headed up the gully until I got to a moderately steep entrance to the woods. I was able to dig my toes into the ice which gave me footing. It was a long grueling trek. When I got to the clearing in view of the house, I discovered that the yard had a thick layer of ice. I was forced to walk along the perimeter until I found an area where ice had melted and patches of grass were popping through. I dug my feet into the ice and slowly made my way up the sloped yard.
If you’re still with me, I hope you now understand today’s glimmer. As hard as it was, I felt so empowered as I stepped into the warmth and safety of my home with that satchel of packages. To have faced and overcome so many challenges gave me such a rush.
A few hours later, another delivery truck left a package at the mailbox. They even sent me a picture. haha. Well, it’ll keep until things thaw. One great adventure was enough for today!!!!
I wrote a little poem to commemorate this achievement! Peace and glimmers to you!
mission possible
empowerment is scaling an ice-glazed driveway and living to tell
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