Captivated…

DSCN1837 (2).JPG       These clouds look like the strokes of an artist’s brush…

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This is my banter for Thursday September 5th…

Hello all you smiling people::  This Wednesday was hump day.. Just think we are half way through this week.. It will be Thursday soon, and we will be on the down slide to the weekend.. 🙂 It’s nice having a short week.. Before you know, it’s over.. I trust everyone faired the second day of school very well.. The teachers will be working hard to make classes as captivating as they can.. To grasp the attention of a child is a work of magic.. Magic that is spun by the teacher at the front of the class.. They are important, and we need them.. There is a possibility of a looming walk out… Let’s hope someone redirects this action by giving the teachers a decent pay and tools to work with.. Mr. Ford, should loosen up his purse strings, and get this fixed.. Education is extremely important to the future of our children.. Mr. Ford don’t use our children as pawns in your money making scheme.. Money that needs to be replace for frivolous spending.. I speak about this topic because of it’s captivating nature.. I don’t mean to go on.. Someone has too… I saw the parking lot of the college fill to capacity with cars today.. It’s nice to realize how many student are furthering their education..

DSCN1584.JPG            The water that flows here is refreshing and cool..

Have you ever been so captivated by a series on television that you can’t get enough at one sitting.. Well, I am hooked.. What can I say.. I don’t watch television much, but when something keeps me on the edge of my seat.. I’m there.. There have been a few series before this and they definitely had me captivated.. I hate to admit it, but this is one of those occasions.. Have you ever been that captivated by something? So captivated that your whole attention is directed towards that one thing.. People talk to you but your ears hear nothing, or you block them out.. I’m also captivated by the beauty of nature.. And all it has to offer us.. To be drawn in, and kept as a prisoner, with no escape.. It’s a very curious feeling.. One that I try not to let it trap me into thirsting for more, and even more.. The story line holds me wrapped in chains of silver and gold.. The yearning, that this bondage would soon be removed.. The breaking of chains to reveal the inevitable.. I will follow this path that holds me in promise of what is to come.. The dark secrets will come to surface.. The burden I carry with me will be lifted by one click of the remote.. Lead me on.. For I will follow this to the end.. To the conclusion.. I will wait on bated pins and needles till that time.. I am hooked…

DSCN1725 (2).JPG          The color of yellow and sun shine..

This Wednesday was pretty laid back and lazy.. I did manage to vacuum the floors and the rugs… There was a shower in the early morning.. The wind was cool and chilled me to the bone.. There was no thunder nor no streaks of white lights that light up the skies.. I sit her looking into the darkness of the night.. I do not see the images that are within this shroud of blackest night.. I sit as words whirl around in a tornado in my mind.. I raise my hand to grab that which is spinning by.. The words have managed to escape my feeble grip.. I raise my hand to grab again.. But, I have failed once more.. As the words dance away on the spinning circle of the tornado.. I will not fail this time.. The words will not escape me.. I reach and find in my hand words written on parchment paper.. What are these words I have before me? These words are not familiar.. I do not know these words.. I can not speak them, nor pronounce them.. Are these words from a place I have yet to go? Am I destine to wonder the universe? I do not know.. Is this planet really my home.. I lay the parchment before me.. I reach again.. My grip has caught something.. I look at my hands.. No words are there.. What could this be?? My fingers are stained red.. Have I found death in my mind?? I am captivated by the red.. I stare endlessly.. Do I know what this is?? NO.. I wish not to see that which is right in front of me.. I will not see… 

DSCN1965.JPG          Deep inside this bee will find the nectar of life….

Writing will always be a whirling busy place.. I will find that which awaits me.. I would like everyone to love the ones you cherish, and be safe… This girl has got to be hitting the road.. Till later.. Never pass up an adventure.. 🙂 🙂

I say thank you to all my readers that stop by each day to read my banter.. 🙂 🙂    The photos with in my banter are mine.. Enjoy.. 🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS.. Thanks for being here… 🙂 🙂

 

 

Thunder above…

DSCN1836 (2).JPG          I love the clouds they look like the sea lapping on the shore…

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This is my banter for Wednesday September 4th…

Hello everyone:: I trust your Tuesday was a good one.. I also hope all the children going to school for the first time, and those back to school had a fabulous day.. I believe I could hear the laughter in each mom’s voice as the children waltzed out the door and into school.. It’s time for a break moms, you have done your duty well.. You deserve a much needed relaxing day.. I already know that there are a lot of moms having separation anxiety.. I once experienced the same emotions when my first child rode away on the bus.. Fear not moms for the children will return with all the coverage of their first day in school.. The excitement the children will feel will bubble over into long urgent stories.. The teacher will be mention as will the new friends they had made.. Abstract paintings will be given as gifts to moms.. You are the one loved so deeply.. That is you.. Dad will get chatter about the first day, and see the art displayed on the refridgerator.. The rest of the school days will fall into order, one after the other.. There will still be stories of friends and fun had by each child.. Their confidence will grow, as well as the knowledge they learn each day.. Be proud moms and dads you have done a beautiful job..

DSCN1840 (2).JPGUnable to stand tall, this tree will become a home for other creatures..

I sit here, on this Tuesday night listening to the thunder dance across the dark skies.. A storm has come to play in the trees, and on the ground.. Broken branches whirl to the ground and join the many others scattered around the yard.. Birds fly for the shelter of trees.. They huddle and hang on tight while the storm rages on.. Rain lashes the faces of those caught in this storm, as they rush for shelter.. Lightening, sends a blueish bolt of light across the skies.. All that was dark is turned into a blazing white light.. But only for a few seconds till another bolt of lightening streaks across the sky.. I watch the rain tapping against the dripping windows.. Should I open the door and feel the rain on my face, as I stare into darkness.. Is there something there trying to call me out.. No, I will stand behind this pane of glass and use it as my shield from the darkness around me.. I will not be consumed by the shadows who are watching from the darkness.. The shadows that ride the white bolts of lightening.. I am safe in my fortress of wood and glass.. I am safe..

DSCN1853 (2).JPG         The downed trees lay motionless in the sun light..

All of a sudden there is quiet.. No more roaring thunder.. No more streaking lightening.. I watch by porch light as the night squeezes out the last drip of rain.. The storm has moved on to another place, where it will make it’s self known and felt by all.. This night has been one of wonder, and experience.. I welcome the rain again.. ‘So I don’t have to water the plants’.. The hose usually gets wet when I turn it off.. It sprays a burst of water all down the front of my clothes.. It’s funny, and I’m sure there are those that watch, and laugh.. I feel like a drowned rat caught in a flood.. Early this morning the wind was softly blowing.. It’s strange how things can change so quickly.. In a moment of time.. The storm will be the talk of the day, when the sun shines.. The word will travel fast as others pass it on in a flurry of incorrect accounts.. Now the storm has changed into the worst one seen in years.. The toll it has taken on the beauty around us is devastating.. Trees will have ripped from their roots, and sent sailing through closed windows.. The rain will have filled the streets where no one dares to go.. As the story is told over and over the severity of the storm has been changed.. News of just a rain storm with thunder and lightening is not enough to fill the writer’s space.. Everything can be changed and blown out of reality by the passing of the spoken word.. 

DSCN1835.JPG       The clouds look as though they are coming from the tree…

Just keep in mind that what you say will be blown out of proportion.. By those who loose contact with the real truth.. Their silver tongues, will waggle as long as they can.. Well, this gal has gotta get out of here.. Have a wonderful Wednesday, and be safe.. Till later.. Speak the truth.. 🙂 🙂

I want to give a special thanks to all my readers for your dedication… 🙂 🙂  The photographs in this banter are a product of my skills in photography.. Enjoy  🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS…   Thank you for stopping by.. 🙂 🙂

 

 

Outside Time…

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                The color of fall….

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This is my banter for Friday August 23rd..

Hello all you smiling people:: Today was the nicest day in quite sometime.. I hope all of you had the same kind of day or something close to ours.. Friday marks the end of the week and the beginning of the weekend.. This week has flown by so quickly.. In a matter of a week we will be into the last long weekend of 2019.. That seems weird to say and hear that out loud.. I look back and wonder where all the summer went.. ‘Oh, yes’.. ‘I remember the heat, and all the beach goers.’ I seen the car back up on the byway as far as the eye could see.. All the cottage runners and the many campers out for a break from the big city rat race.. Heading for the great out doors.. A time to gather around the campfire, and toast marsh mellows.. People following people in the ritual of summer.. There is still time for the camping, swimming, and out door fun.. We are also running down on the amount of day light we get to experience each day.. ‘I even seen a post some where on Facebook that showed how many days till Christmas’… ‘Are you kidding me??’ Most families have a hard enough time worrying about getting school supplies for their children.. Let alone thinking about Christmas.. ‘Really.’ I have no idea how many think as I do, but I don’t mind waiting a bit to think about Christmas.. It’s not on my to do list yet.’

DSCN1666.JPG           This beautiful plant, is holding water in it’s up turned leaves…

This Thursday was nice and comfortable, with wind, and sun shine.. I did sit outside to take in the beauty of this day.. I sat in the rocker with one of my dogs beside me, and rocked back and forth for what seemed like a long time.. I played that game I love so much.. ‘NOT!’ It helped me pass the time while I got some sun.. I didn’t tan, just sat there and enjoyed the day.. It is still very nice out, but the breeze is getting a lot cooler than earlier today.. Either way, I loved it.. I seen a little chipmunk sitting on the railing of the fence and he was frozen in spot.. The dog was barking at him and I guess he figured, if I don’t move he can’t see me.. Silly logic, but it worked.. I chased the dog into the house and the chipmunk went on his way.. You know I tried the not moving approach.. A lot of good that did me.. I got run over by the dogs.. I ain’t trying that again.. You know I have the craziest little dogs around.. They love to bark at anything, and I mean anything.. They bark at a person talking a few yards down from ours.. They bark at other dog barks.. They drive me nuts.. I know it’s in their nature to bark, but give me a break.. ‘I’ve had enough.’ I have collars, and a sonic house that emits a sound they can hear.. It works, but I feel bad using these things on them all the time.. I think it is just my guilt that makes me feel bad about it… They know how to use their inside voice.. Which is a low woof, and the sign is thumb pressing together with fingers.. Like a duck beak… ‘Why can’t they be quiet?’ I love them and they have always been here for me when no one else was here..

 

DSCN1679.JPG            This is the chipmunk trying not to be seen by the dog..

Thursday was vet day for Doo.. Yes, her name is Doo.. She is my shadow, and sits as close as she can get to ya.. She is a treasure, that I would never give up.. She has been having some problems with her feet, and licks them a lot.. A little more than I would like her to do.. But, she is doing well, and has a couple meds to take.. By the end of them she should be as right as rain.. This weekend there is a western day, and a crash up burby on and I would surely like to go and see it.. There are a lot more things going on in our area, but some of them do not appeal to me.. The temperatures over the next few days will pretty much be a carbon copy of today.. I like the sounds of that.. In a matter of two weeks the children will be heading back to school.. I can almost hear the happy cheers of parents.. A young fella down the street was showing off his new back pack to anyone that would listen to him.. He’s a talker and runs like the wind.. ‘Oh, to have that much energy again.’ “I would likely hurt myself pretty bad..” “This body isn’t what it used to be when I was younger..”  ‘Hey, I have aged gracefully, and earned every wrinkle I have on my face.’ 

DSCN1673.JPG              I believe this is a corn flower..

I leave you with this lovely flower… It’s petals curve in such a way that they look like they could spin around in the wind.. This girl has to be on her way.. I wish you all a wonderful Friday and a fabulous weekend.. Till later.. Don’t go running through poison Ivy….

I would like to thank all you wonderful humans for reading my banter.. 🙂 🙂  The phogran driving red  lips (2).jpgtos in my banter are from my collection.. Enjoy.. 🙂 🙂

 

MAGS… Thanks for your great company.. 🙂 🙂

 

Visiting the garden (3)

side view garden 2019.jpg        Side view of part of the garden….

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Tory had finally excepted Amber as his best friend. Amber was  notsuch a bad girl like most Tory had met. Tory had even let Amber see the secret place papa had built just for him. That was a big step for Tory to take. Soon school would roll around, and both Tory and Amber would attend school together…

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