a turkey hen showing her chick where the feeders are at dawn……after breakfast they head to the dust pit for a spa treatment.,,
…learning how it’s done…and mimicking mom to perfection!
a sense of summer
I know the scent and sounds of dawn its first light’s symphony of song the earthy scent of dew drenched loam the sunlit sparkling fields of home
I know the feel of days at noon sun high and hot in skies of blue where shadows cast by towering trees shade earth while dancing in the breeze
I love the subtle shifts at dusk the rising mist that smells of musk horizons edge afire en rouge the setting sun sinks from our view
to sleep, to dream another night to read, to write by candlelight under the twinkling moon and stars connecting all, both near and far
my senses swoon in summertime I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!
~kat
Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!
When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.
All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.
queer thoughts on what may be the last Federally recognized Juneteenth
It may come as a shock but I feel honesty is key the U-S of A will never truly be what you desire, diversity-free
a sacred stolen land by euro refugees and emigrants displaced the tribes, indigenous from this you can’t claim innocence
erasing from the history books denying human rights will not deny that we exist the queer folk and those, shades unwhite
deport us, fire us, hide our names swear by your god, supremacy it matters not the tactics played we, others, thrive in all you see
from blood, sweat saturated fields to roads, buildings and railways embedded in the soil and air you cannot wish our souls away
ban holidays, rewrite the books it’s futile don’t you see? diversity’s what makes us great until, we all, not some, no one is free.
~kat
It’s only been a few years since the company I work for has recognized Juneteenth as a paid, day off holiday. As the dividing lines grow into trenches I have found it interesting to note that the maga supporters on staff have refused to show today’s holiday by its true name…some simply referring to the day as “holiday” on their calendars, some not even recognizing that today is a company holiday! ( similarly, this year they marked indigenous peoples day as Columbus Day…and on Martin Luther King, Jr. day many in the south prefer to honor two confederate civil war generals Jackson and Lee.) With maga in total control of our government, the powers that be are doing their best to eradicate undesirable people from ‘merica (as they call it, the abridged, divided version). But whether they are successful or not, the fact of the matter is they are a minority faction and growing smaller. They may ban holidays and books, exclude certain people from the benefits promised in our constitution and even try to rewrite history, but they can’t change reality. They can’t close their eyes and cover their ears and wish the “others”, the ones that don’t pledge allegiance to a their king, and who are not like them, to disappear.
We are many. We are united. And we are here to stay in this country that we love. And goodness, fairness, kindness, and inclusion will happen. Juneteenth has been celebrated since June 19, 1865 (160 years!) by those who appreciate what true freedom means, and will continue to be celebrated whether a corrupt administration recognizes it or not. Happy Juneteenth my friends! Until next year let us continue to dream of, and work toward, equality and justice for all!
On another note…a glimmer…this rascal figured out how to remove the top off the plastic jug we use to store peanuts for him and crows who visit our yard. He’s been rather polite about it actually. I half expected him to dump the whole thing over. But he jumps on the porch and then, on the top of the jar, leans in for a single peanut and hops down from the porch to enjoy his treat in his favorite shady spot under the trees. If he has a hankering for more, he repeats the process. Just goes to show how a little trust (our leaving the lid off – replacing it was futile actually) can lead to a mutually symbiotic and satisfying arrangement between two parties. And…that a little caring kindness can create a bridge!
We call this fellow Harry.
Much love, peace, kindness and simple glimmers to you!
the shoe fit it was a whirlwind engagement the wedding of the century (we’re talking partridges in pear trees and lords a leaping here) and the honeymoon…well poor Cindy… didn’t take long for her to discover her prince had a nasty foot fetish happily ever after? like the American dream may she rest in pieces ✨✨✨✨ where am I? who am I? what…? wouldn’t you like to know follow the yellow brick road they said when the stocks go low it’s time to buy It’s exactly as we planned I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore ✨✨✨✨ Mary’s little lamb was fleeced by old McDonald while Humpty Dumpty took a fall from the tallest wall in the history of walls bye bye miss America France wants their statue back it’s raining helicopters and jets can my cat give me the bird flu we’ll see what happens in two weeks that’s the $64,000 question we already know the answer history on repeat…no royalties
~kat
~ NaGloPoWriMo 12 April 2025 Prompt: Try writing a poem that makes reference to one or more myths, legends, or other well-known stories, that features wordplay (including rhyme), mixes formal and informal language, and contains multiple sections that play with a theme. Try also to incorporate at least one abstract concept – for example, desire or sorrow or pride or whimsy.
First things first. We need a glimmer or two or three or four.
Glimmer #1: a monarch butterfly hopped from dandelion to dandelion pausing to sip nectar along the way.
Glimmer #2 and 3: Then the turkeys came …and just when I had almost given up hope of seeing my deer friends again, a lone yearling made her way through the wood’s edge to share seeds I had tossed on the ground for the birds.
She lingered a while, then wandered back into the woods… I wondered if she was the lone survivor…
Glimmer #4: The best glimmer of all. The yearling had brought a few friends back to the clearing. Four to five more deer came to call. Not the full herd, but it did my heart good to see them. All tolled, a doe and four young deer.
In the distance the turkeys were making a huge ruckus…I imagined the Jennie’s finally stopped playing hard to get. They certainly are noisy, very noisy lovers.
Dusk started to settle around us. All is right with my world. My thoughts are still with the other deer. I’m still hoping none of them succumbed to the hunters last night. But I’m counting my blessings.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨💚✨✨
And now for today’s NaGloPoWriMo 9 April 2025 prompt: Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem.
the wind has many voices
if I close my eyes when a strong wind blows i can hear the swell and rise of ocean waves, the ebb and flow how did the trees learn the salty score of the sea waves crashing rhythmically into the shore
sometimes I clearly hear the sound of jubilation, tickling my ears a symphony of ovations fluttering leaves rousing cheers i could be deceived It sounds like applause, so clear
the wind has many voices my favorite one of all is when the breezes whisper I love it when they call “come sit with me,” they croon “it’s time for you to breathe this moment will be over soon embrace it, take in everything you see.”
so take me to the heights when the winds’ graces brush my cheek with soft kisses and toss my hair the wind has many faces, I’d know her…they…and them anywhere
This is a photo taken of the morning sun using my iPhone camera. ~kat
beyond the frame
my room has frames of living art shades of green and blue and gold rain-splashed watercolored trees clustered leaves in pale chartreuse exposed patches of earthen clay rich in grubs, where turkeys play
each window of my country home reveals the splendor just outside i wake up to the sun at dawn and drift to sleep by moon at night my walls in general are bare paint on canvas can’t compare with nature’s perfect masterpiece where I am a one with all I see
~kat
I have stated before that when we moved to our little country home in the Blue Ridge foothills we decided to leave the windows undressed. It felt weird at first. I felt exposed, vulnerable even. But as I settled into this new experience after decades of shuttering myself off from the world outside; from the noise and nosy passersby, I realized what a gift it is to live so close to the natural world. I experience the seasons intimately as the landscape moves through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wildlife passes by everyday, the birds, the deer, raccoons, squirrels and opossums. Storms rush in, shaking the roof, bending the trees and soaking the earth before fading to mist under an occasional rainbow. I wake to the rising sun and sleep under a starry moonlit sky. I didn’t realize when we moved how much I needed this place. It has saved me in so many ways and I am reminded that I am not separate from the world around me, but intrinsically a part of it. I left town and gained the world.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Every day is a glimmer waiting to be discovered!
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