Today I’m thankful for love, health, and strength,
and am beaming that gratitude back east . . .
nibbling the flower garden.
I’m happy to share.
These guys are so noisy in the spring,
banging on the rain gutters and downspouts
to advertise their territories.
Today? Nothing that I can hear,
although they might be talkin’ smack to each other
out there on the wire.
Birds strike me as being less dickish than humans.
It’s October 1st which means it’s time for our neighbors across the street to display their creepy inflatables. So far, there’s no sign of the coked-out cat from last year.
But, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure what’s out there right now. It’s very windy and the inflatables aren’t standing at attention. When I passed them earlier, I thought that long, cylindrical inflatable was somehow attached to the jack o’ lantern.
However, from this angle, it looks more like a pumpkin-head dracula doing a face-plant.
Or maybe he dropped a contact. Whatever his deal, I’m just glad he’s not staring in my window.
I’m not buying the innocent act, little bunny.
You and I both know who destroyed the lawn next to the locust tree.
These cheery flowers typically raise their faces to the sky, seeking out the sun’s warm embrace.
Here, they hang their heads and avert their gazes from the hail raining down on them.
Fortunately, the storm has already passed through and they’ll live to smile another day.