The strumming of the strings
Comes from love
A velvet sound from above
Guitar Man has a song to play
Gently caresses and holds her tight
With love divine and all his might
She reciprocates with a heavenly sound
Responding to his gentle touch
Vibrates and causes a delightful rush
A new song is created
Through soft steady streams
Fingers precise-touches every string
Smiling as each one rings
Creating musical delight
He casts his eye, gives a little smile
Strums and strums
The magical tune
This love affair
Will never cease
Guitar Man strums his love-his guitar
There’s a fight in my yard. No referee to be found. A brawl—it must be a brawl. Wings flapping frantically, squawking and pecking. Ducking and dodging, perch dives. I should be selling tickets for this event. And the winner is…
A year ago I bought my first bird feeder to draw wild birds to my yard. This year I added a couple more feeders including a Hummingbird feeder.
One of the feeders has two perches. That doesn’t work when there are four or more birds fighting for their turn.
The other feeder’s perch can accommodate at least six birds. Sometimes that doesn’t work either.
The bigger feeder has different food in it. I’ve come to the conclusion the birds like the food in the little feeder better. They will eat the other food but prefer what’s in the little feeder. It’s like preferring to eat a nice steak dinner as opposed to going to a fast food joint.
I filled all of them this morning and the little one is already empty. So what are they fighting for? I wish I knew. They could stop fighting and fly over to the other one and have a satisfying meal.
I don’t want a fast food meal instead of a steak dinner.
In order to calm the brawlers down I’m going to buy a bigger feeder with four to six perches for the preferred food. Little do they know but they will have to eat the three bags of food until it’s gone.
No brawlers allowed.
In my last blog I wrote about a story I’m writing.
My friend, an accomplished author who knows the ins and outs of writing asked me to send the first five pages to her. Today I received her critique. She gave me a lot of great advise on how I can make a better story.
I’m excited because she didn’t say my story was a hopeless mess that needs to be trashed. She gave me hope.
Tomorrow I will devote my evening to making the corrections and continue enlarging the story. Even if this story goes nowhere I’m happy I’m doing something I was afraid to do. That fear is gone and I’m going full steam ahead until it is complete. Then I will start on the next one.
Is there a best seller coming. Stay tuned.
I needed a trip to paradise-shoe paradise that is.
Today I was going to paradise. I had a coupon to paradise. I checked the date and it hadn’t expired.
Paradise hadn’t been open long when I arrived. Only a few people were in the store—mainly employees. That was good for me because I felt like I was having a private showing.
I had in my mind a shoe I wanted to purchase but upon trying them on they were not for me. That ended the plan to run in, buy that shoe and run out.
I reverted back to my old way of shopping. Isle by isle I check out and tried on many shoes. Some I liked but many were not what I was looking for. I tried on many I would never buy. Since I was in paradise I decided to pretend I was a glamorous fashionista looking for an elegant pair of shoes to go with my to die for gown to wear to the ball. Better than a Cinderella ball.
After trying on many shoes and liking few I settled on a pair that wasn’t exciting at all. They fit and were comfortable. I held on to them but kept on looking. I backtracked to where I first started my journey because I needed to make sure I didn’t miss any shoes I might be interested in.
When I was on the last row as I was making my way to pay for the shoes in hand I found a pair of sandals I missed. I tried them on and I was in love. They are strappy flats that felt like they’re made for my feet and are a color I don’t own. They will go with everything.
Paradise was good to me today.
Have you had a paradise adventure?
One of my favorite go-to snacks is popcorn. I buy red, black or white kernel popcorn. The kernels are small and tender. I do not buy yellow. It is bigger and tougher with an overabundance of hulls that choke me.
There are numerous methods of popping but I like the old fashion way-pot on the stove. I have an air popper I’m not crazy about the end results. So it’s sitting on my counter looking pretty in red.
After popping in my pot I slather it with real butter and good seasoning. I’m looking for new recipes that include cheese and different seasonings.
My least favorite flavor is caramel corn. I can’t wrap a popcorn and sweet combination around my head. I didn’t like Cracker Jacks when I was a kid.
One good thing about popcorn is there are a variety of choices to satisfy the many different palettes.
Do you like popcorn? What is your favorite?