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.. 🙂 🙂

 

 

One more…

DSCN1719 (2).JPG                So dainty, and the color blue…The flowers look like they have been added to the picture.. But they are the plants flower… Amazing.. 

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This is my banter for Monday August 26th…

Hello everyone::  Well, how the heck is everyone on this fine day?? I know, I know Monday is crappy and the start to another week of work, chores, meetings, and god knows what else is waiting for you.. Just think once we get to the end of this week we will be celebrating the last long weekend of the summer.. I will be celebrating my oldest daughter’s Birthday, as she was born on Labor Day September first… Yes, I was one of those lucky ladies in the hospital.. Waiting for September the first to arrive.. My daughter will be fifty this year, and I can hardly believe she is that age.. She is aging well, and does not look near her age.. I recall the doctors, and nurses tossing water balloons at each other while they waited for her… The water balloons were plastic gloves filled with water.. Hey, they had to find someway to celebrate Labor Day.. I was too frozen to be worried.. After all I was in good hands and so was my daughter.. All the fine things  you go through when your young.. I wish you all a free flowing Monday, that glides along quickly enough to make things not so stressful.. Just keep repeating.. ‘The Long weekend is coming.’

DSCN1730 (3).JPG          This bee was filling up before he went back to the hive…

Both days this weekend were filled with sun shine, and cool breezes.. Just the right kind of day to explore the water front, take a walk in a park, or just heat up that barbeque, and have some fun with friends.. I did get spend lots of time outside, and take photos that caught my eye.. I chased bees around to get good pictures of them.. I just love being a shutter bug.. I know lots of other great shutter bugs that chase down that one photo that will catch everyone’s attention.. I take so may photos of one subject.. I take different angles, and pick the best out of the bunch.. I want very much to go to a camping type park to capture whatever I see of interest.. Sitting on the deck I seen an older couple on a two person bicycle.. It looked like it was an original.. I started to take off the lens cover of  the camera, but they were gone.. I almost think I should have a camera in my hand every minute.. With my luck the camera would shut down and by the time it comes back on the moment would be gone.. ‘Darn.’ That picture of the couple would have been a beauty.. Sunday night as I let the dogs out to do their business, I could hear tree frogs singing.. That’s the most beautiful sound ever.. Add a couple crickets and you have wonderful music.. The sounds of nature.. It’s better than the smells of a skunk… The cool breeze and no sun set the stage for a beautiful night to sit outside.. 

DSCN1772 (2).JPG           This photo is one of my favorites…

This photo is truly beautiful.. I love the way the sun casts it light on the middle of the flowers, and seems to bleach out their true color.. The shadows on the leaves tell a story of a place to hide in cool darkness.. Even the bee can not escape the sun’s light.. I could go on for quite awhile, but I won’t.. Like I have said before, there is always that perfect photo that draws you in, and makes you pause and stare.. My dog is doing well after seeing the vet last week.. She has a fair amount of meds, and has to wear a thing around her neck for a whole week.. She is not too happy about that.. I wouldn’t be either.. I makes it hard for her to drink, and eat.. If wearing, what I call her helmet, is not bad enough.. The pills make her hungry and thirsty.. Plus, she needs to take more frequent visits outside.. I just want this week to end so she feels better.. I have to hide her meds in peanut butter or she won’t take then.. She is just like a baby and as finicky as heck.. She will whine if she wants a drink.. At least she lets me know.. It’s a tricky thing to do with her helmet on her neck.. I’d  have a hard time eating with one of those things on me too… 

DSCN1771 (2).JPG            Busy little Bee…

Well, people this chickee is about to get going, and try to accomplish something today.. All of you take care of those you love, and be safe… Till later.. Never be a liar..

I would like to thank all my readers for taking the time out of your busy day to read my banter.. Thanks.. 🙂 🙂   The photos you see in this banter are taken by myself.. I hope you enjoy them.. 🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS…   Thanks for your company…. 🙂 🙂

 

Visiting the garden (10)

 

P5020264.JPG  Mother nature has so many beautiful things for us to see..

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Ellie the bus driver had taken up on Jody’s offer to come for coffee. Jody’s parents found Ellie’s company to be a refreshing breath of air. Mom had invited Ellie for dinner on Sunday night, and she excepted. Good friends had been made that evening…

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Visiting the garden (9)

DSC_0594_edited.jpg       Eating dinner upside down….

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With the back garden unfinished, and the real estate agents showing up. It was time for everyone to leave. Sally had called her agent explaining about the back garden. Sally did not want the agents to see her in the condition she was in. Jody and Sally gathered their tools and made a run for it…

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Visiting the garden (6)

20100523_31.JPG             White on white…….

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Mom had come across Jody and Sally kissing in the kitchen. Upon mom asking Jody if she was gay, the secret was now out in the open. After a talk with mom and some good advice to Jody and Sally from mom. It was time for the gals to talk with dad.

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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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Rain (5)

pouring.jpg     The rain pouring down…

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Life was good for Percy and Mercy. A home on wheels was perfect, as they could travel anywhere they wanted to go. Choosing to eating their dinners by the roaring camp fire. Or just starring at the embers from the camp fire, as they danced their way up into the dark sky…

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Rain (3)

rains.jpg          Let it rain…..

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Percy was back on the high way with a new means of transportation, and new plates. With the couple wearing cowboy hats they had a simple disguise. Now they would be able to drive the high way with a little less stress. 

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Lazy Daisy (5)

DSCN0599 (3).JPGOne of my visitors to my bird feeder…..  Photo By… MAGS.

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After being lost in the campground, we just kept going around in circles. Their plan was to ask the people in the first camp site. Daisy had asked which way would they have to go to find a washroom. As easy as it sounds. Directions led them to a washroom. The question was: ‘Are they still lost?’

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