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The Pickup

They’d been boarding since

Friday – I opened the door,

there to pick them up

Waiting, I heard their 

squeals of anticipation –

they knew I had come! 

Mama’s three good boys

ready to be home again,

back in our own bed! 

 

My brother Ken here in Savannah watching the Georgia/Tennessee game in a hotel lobby with a room full of other happy Bulldog fans! 

Weekend Trip

Savannah, Georgia 

Quick weekend getaway trip

City Market stroll 

Bella Napoli 

Late Italian dinner 

Warm cookie dessert

Saturday morning

Writing in a comfy chair

Husband tucked in bed

Coffee scent wafting

No rush to be anywhere

What does the day hold?

“Watch my smoke,” he quipped

Pointing out that coffee steam

Is not the same thing

Facebook Funeral ~

Organist John Harper died

Church bells rang for him 

Brother and girlfriend 

Meeting us for a visit 

to watch the ballgame 

Ginger and I shopped –

bought fun Spartina bracelets

with matching whale tails 

Our chins kept dropping 

Sunglass-eyed people watching 

Who dresses these folks?

Street performer shows

A mini Faneuil Hall

Fun at every turn

Dog watching: more fun

City Market butt-sniffers

with card-holding rights 

Pecan praline secrets

Hidden, brown paper bag:

Secrets never told! 

Sandwiches, pizza

We toasted John Harper’s love

of savored moments

Planning our next trip –

for Ken’s fiftieth birthday 

Hoping Dad will come! 

And so the day went –

smoking heels in Savannah ~

smoke long outlasts steam! 

If Love is the Degree

If love is the degree

of attention we pay

to something,

then I love praying my way to work

and writing first thing each day

and wrangling my dogs

and doing life with my husband

and traveling to experience places

and special family text chats

and camping in state parks

and planning what to do next

    in this big world of opportunity

If love is the degree

of attention we pay

to something,

then I love life!  

 

This is written on the day my brother Ken and I sell his home in Pike County, Georgia – filled with memories! 

Goodbye, Spring Road 

Bittersweet closing

So long, Spring Road Property 

We shan’t forget you! 

Shell of memories

Wonderful and sad

Three dogs buried here 

Tranquility farm

Eighteen acres of peaceful 

Respite from the world 

Fresh water springs where

Dogs walked, lapped refreshing drink

Splashed, played together 

A Weimarauzer 

Best dog ever, Feivel – was

Born on your front porch

Marriage and divorce 

New career and mother’s death 

Pasture overgrowth 

You offer more peace

A young family coming

To bring you new life 

Bittersweet closing

So long, Spring Road Property 

We shan’t forget you! 

 

Sick

fire poker sore throat

Throbbing tight heartbeat headache

Clammy sweaty chills 

 

Plaid 

Intersecting lines

City blocks, parallel streets

Straight rows and columns 

Flannel button-downs 

Matching family PJs

Holiday bow ties 

Labrador collars 

Shiny plastic Wellingtons 

Quilted bedspread squares 

Autumn dinner tablecloths

Little girls’ hand-smocked dresses

Business meeting socks

Gift-wrapping paper

Woolen scarves, matching mittens

Hats with poofs on top 

Winter horse blankets 

Gold-buttoned dressy blazers

LL Bean tote bags 

Timeless classic plaid 

 

Tribute to Sarah Donovan

Sarah makes a difference-

she models leadership

she builds community

 

Sarah changes the world-

she inspires writing

she seeks input on change

 

Sarah impacts lives-

she provides a safe space

she offers opportunities

 

Sarah builds people-

she listens attentively

she responds with encouragement

 

Repurposed!

repurposed decor 

every ornament made over

plaid and burlap by the yard 

underneath: former years’ baubles 

realizing new life now – discarded 

potpourri and wreaths adorning 

ornaments preserving 

sentiments of time 

even as trends change – 

decor repurposed

 

Christmas Tree

Crafting new decor 

Modern farmhouse Christmas tree

Ornaments of plaid 

Black and white tree skirt

Greenery and bows adorn

Mother would be proud! 

 

Wanderlust 

Wanderlust subsides

Once we recognize our own

Home field advantage 

Weary travelers

Used to be those other folks

Now I’ve joined those ranks 

Country roads of home

Hay meadows and rolling hills

Are where I belong