Where am I? Heading out on a road trip. I'm super excited to travel for work. In the direction I'm heading, it is close to one of my kids! Yay, I get to see my daughter. I'm taking a solo road trip - don't ya worry about me, I'm a big girl - just like… Continue reading Road trip
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
The wild edges of my little ol’ yard
It was a chilly 44 degrees this morning. Me and my wild-a** morning hair, my camera, and a little ol' pup with a nose for adventure, headed out to see if the plants survived the chill of the night. The irises haven't bloomed yet. My hand wasn't as steady as I hoped, but I did… Continue reading The wild edges of my little ol’ yard
It’s my turn to shut-up
Say what??? Yeah, you read the title right, you smarty pants - YEP - it's my turn to be silent. I'm the one to go on rambling on Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Always sharing my thoughts. On, and on, and on. Pondering things. And you know why? Because - I do so in order to… Continue reading It’s my turn to shut-up
The magic of girl’s day-dreaming
Here is my entry to Friday's Flash Foto Fiction - trying something new again... Whew, it's been a long week - and year for that matter. I should be happy school is almost over. Wow...it's the last week of school before summer starts. Summer...ah...summer... I won the race today. It felt great - the crowd… Continue reading The magic of girl’s day-dreaming
The balancing act of a personal blogger
Delicate ideas that blossom for a blog post come out of nowhere. Magically appearing, right? As if you were just standing there, waiting for the idea to pop into your head. So you could balance it with just the right words. And paint a beautiful watercolor-like image for your readers and for yourself. Ah, to… Continue reading The balancing act of a personal blogger
And then Spring speaks
It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. -… Continue reading And then Spring speaks