Straw in the country is important. Heck, it’s what keeps our chickens warm. My brother stacked a few bales on the west side of the coop to keep the wind out. He uses it for nesting material in their boxes.
There’s a whole theory of no weed gardening based on piles of straw. It helps keep down weeds around flowers or trees. It breaks down to mulch.
Ah, but here there are too many rodents that eat your plants before you even get started. So mostly you need to build rodent safe raised box gardens. That takes money we don’t have. Lumber isn’t cheap. Maybe someday we’ll get to try it.
Not my picture but we are surrounded by fields like this.
Drinking straws have gone back to paper to be good to the earth
I hate the questions that ask what my favorite anything is. Books, kids, color, etc. All change accordingly.
So let me do my best to narrow this down. Water. Beach, pool, lake, creek, rain, snow.
I love swimming underwater, on top of water, drinking water. Inside, outside, upside down. Oh, let’s not forget forests near water. Sandy beaches. Let me dive in.
One of my favorite things to do in life is to sing. All my life!
When I was a kid on the swing I was singing. My favorite swinging songs was To Dream the Impossible Dream.
I set up classmates to reinact the Wizard of Oz. Somewhere Over the Rainbow is still a favorite. I’m teaching myself a new version to play so I can sing with it later. In fact, Ash Grove, Beau Soir, Shilo, Just the Way You Are, God Bless the Child and Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man of Mine, among others are piano accomplishments I’m learning while I’m trying get my voice back. I’m doing the vocal warmups I learned in voice classes and lessons I took for a couple years.
Allergies are messing with my throat but I’m doing my best. I miss singing. I used to do solos in churches. I was terrified when I first started but I grew to love every minute of it. Whereas the piano playing with any audience made me feel I was going to die. But the singing would take me to another world.
It’s time to teach more new tricks to the yearling pup. We’ve finally let him leashless around inside the house. He’s barking is less. We’re getting better sleeping at night.
Four adults make sure rain or shine that Milo gets lots of walks leashed in the yard.
Still, we’re working on him not pooping in the hall, even when the job’s been done moments before outside.
But he responds to his name and ‘come’. But so much more training needs to happen.
Thank you, Linda and Stream of Consciousness for the remainder to teach him to ‘shake’. It should be easy. Another way to bond with this cuddle-bug.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “exclamation.’” Add an exclamation mark to your title or the first word/sentence of your post and just keep writing. Have fun!
We spent the day bingeing Jurassic Parks. One of my favorite explanations is in the second movie. When Doctor Malcolm says, “Oooh, ahhh, that’s how it always starts. But then later there’s running and screaming”.
Jam. Painful, sticky, annoying. Think about it. Have you ever jammed your toe? Yep. I’ve broken both baby toes. And the large thumby toe. That one brought a cast up to my knee!
While there, that gunky stuffy between your toes in the summer time? Toe Jam.
So drive a car, instead? Nope. Traffic jam. So annoying. When we lived in the L.A. area and got stuck in traffic, I told the kids we should call for pizza delivery and get to know our fellow travelers also stuck in the jam.
Toast and jam? Bleach! Sticky fingers, dishes, table, kids. Stick with butter. Or just coffee.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contains ‘pat.’” Find a word that contains “pat” or use the word “pat” as your prompt. Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Pat the dog. Pat with both hands. Don’t take a nap or sleep at night. Pat the dog with all your might.
This silly poem, inspired by Milo. But he does it in his sleep.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “awe/aww.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you’d like. Bonus points if you fit them both into your post. Enjoy!
Funny you should bring these as our prompt.
New pets are awesome. Their cuteness brings out our musical “Awwwws”
But cleaning the accidents or taking the dog outside? We are at the, “Not it!” Stage. And when it seems you are the only choice, the inner grump attaches the leash and mutters, “Aw, shucks!” Or other more forceful quotations.
Today on the calendar will be a red-letter special day for us and these special guys. They are on their way. And may make it all the way here or spend the night at a motel if my son gets too tired to drive.
Crunchy, one year old, Chihuahua-terrier male. Needs to be neutered and rabies shots. Name subject to change.
And Salem. She’s seven I think they said.
Does anyone see what we see? The more things change…
We still miss our black and white Kali, rat terrier, Rosey, black cat, and Teddy ginger.
Sammie, ginger, will hopefully welcome his new friends soon. I hope they like each other.
So, yeah. That snap, crackle, and pop and trio of groans are from my son, my brother, and I after rearranging Dar’s Dabbling Den. It was a LOT of work. But worth it.
Part of this is for the exciting thing I don’t want to jinx by speaking it.
Also, I wanted my keyboard to work on improv and composition for this year’s goal.
Nothing much changed with the piano. Except in all the music I found one of my favorite songs, Ash Grove. I can play it on my soprano recorder. But this is the one I learned in voice class. It was worming through my head as my family and I gathered when my grandmother was passing. I felt badly when my cousin asked me to sing. I couldn’t remember the words, nor could I come up with another song at the moment.
Oops! I forgot to move the wig stand and vases. Of course, they’ll need a new home. The silver thing at the fold of the keyboard stand is a music stand. His name is Fernand.
This is the diamond painting area, or other art attempts. The little shelf behind stands on our old dining table. It’s still strong but we never use it due to surface damage. For now, it holds bottled water and now my ‘arts’ shelves.
Stepping back, you see my room dividers a bookshelf and an old screen. Sorry, I accidentally left the box of cleaning supplies. Oh, well. You get the idea.
I’m going to be happy with this new room. My body is going to hate me. I’m so blessed to have David and Dana here to help out.
Working on my series: Haven.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
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