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
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
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
Why a cat shouldn’t eat like a bird
Don't get me wrong, birds have rights, yes, they do. But, why is it they get a tower full of nectar, replenished readily, and I have to be the one to wait for hoomans to deliver food to my bowl? Birds have food at the ready, come rain, or come shine. Why? It just doesn't… Continue reading Why a cat shouldn’t eat like a bird
Celebrating the elements of nature
In Wisconsin, if it doesn't rain on Memorial Day, we're lucky. Today, it is supposed to rain. In fact, as I write this post, it is raining. A nice, calm, steady rain. The birds are singing. It's peaceful. No worries, the last two days have been sunny and warm, so we're good. We cooked out… Continue reading Celebrating the elements of nature
This dog is addicted to the nosey mosey
Well, well, well, okay - since you're all a tad nosey, I'll take the bait. I'll share some things about myself that you might not know. I have this thing. This thing is called an addiction to mosey along the fence line of the yard. Taking my sweet ol' time. Dodging each posey in the… Continue reading This dog is addicted to the nosey mosey
A Friday stroll to my humble abode
This is my contribution to Donna's Friday's Foto Flash Fiction #fotoflash Another week, another dollar, and tired feet. It's Friday, Yippee - Finally! And here I am walking down this narrow path to the end of my week. Yet again. Another week. A humble stroll, to my home down the road. Like I said, my… Continue reading A Friday stroll to my humble abode