Olives and oranges dot backyards and some sidewalks here in Fresno. In lots of other California localities as well. This is, however, a bit of an anomaly for Elf, Opus and me, being fresh from New Mexico where neither tree grows, much. Whoever thought these dogs might find themselves No-No’d for trying to snack on … Continue reading We now put our paws on oranges and olives
Tag: moving
Driving through some changes
Something Wild, uTube with Lindsey Stirling and Andrew McMahon If you're lost out where the lights are blinding Caught in all, the stars are hiding That's when something wild calls you home, home If you face the fear that keeps you frozen Chase the sky into the ocean That's when something wild calls you home, … Continue reading Driving through some changes
Nine days after the world changed
Hate is a poison Love is a remedy Singing out like the sweetest of melodies Hope is a ghost in the deepest of memories Stronger than ten of me Fear is the enemy In the dark and it creeps like a shark In the coldest sea In the deepest part but Hope is the beat … Continue reading Nine days after the world changed
Transiting & lemon squeezing
Moving involves a fair amount of self re-creation and may bring into play the re-discovery of potentials we once glimpsed, only to let slip away. You think you are a country person, and here you are, by your own choice, in a city. You used to roll your badass power wheelchair around quiet village streets, … Continue reading Transiting & lemon squeezing
Boxed in in balmy California
We arrived at our destination in northern California a few days ago, frazzled by two days and a night of steady driving — me with complaining back and numb leg, questions as to why I was doing this buzzing ever louder within my grasshopper brain. Sleep was something that occurred in brief snatches for days on … Continue reading Boxed in in balmy California
Edge-of-my-seat hours to pass
Today’s quite a day. I'll get to the bit about me, but first, in the greater world scientific advances and very much good energy, many prayers are needed. The news brings a report of bacteria that resist all antibiotics, including those last ditch ones that desperate doctors use to try to stop such monster killers … Continue reading Edge-of-my-seat hours to pass
Drifting by a desert ocean
Hate is a poison Love is a remedy Singing out like the sweetest of melodies Hope is a ghost in the deepest of memories Stronger than ten of me Fear is the enemy In the dark and it creeps like a shark In the coldest sea In the deepest part but Hope is the beat … Continue reading Drifting by a desert ocean
Tree glow
The Moving Blogs When needing away time from the steady sorting and selling of possessions that dominates my life for the time being, I seek reassurance that the world spins, madly, joyously or ponderously depending on your frame of mind. That the sun shines through clouds that have been covering the skies here, more often … Continue reading Tree glow
The glad and the sad of moving
Yesterday, in my usual backyard spot for musing over what goes on in life, a tiny hummingbird buzzed me. “Where is my own special food?” he asked. “Alas, my friend,” I replied rather sadly, “This will be a season of changes for you and me. I will soon be gone from here, and I don’t … Continue reading The glad and the sad of moving
Seagulls and love letters
Love is a lantern Shining up like coins in a fountain Hope is a tree sitting on a mountain where the grass don’t grow There’s a sad old sea but my love is an island Wild and free like the hills in the highlands Hope is a breeze that brings me back to dry land … Continue reading Seagulls and love letters