Spooky day…

IMG_0570.JPG   Spider webs… A staple of this scary time of the year..

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This is my story for Thursday October 31st.. Halloween..

This is an exciting day, filled with anxious energy… The night of spooky things, goblens, and creatures that go bump in the night.. This school day is none like no other.. Children parade down the halls and around the school showing off their costumes.. Everyone is anticipating the announcement from the office on the best costume of the day.. Their smiles, and giggles echo in the hall ways, as they make their way back to their classes.. The verdict will be in soon, and someone will be crowned the winner.. Meanwhile in their classrooms a party is going on.. Masks have been removed and the students have returned.. Their smiling faces and their endless energy is only a sample of what awaits the parents in the evening hours.. There is endless chatter coming from each classroom in schools all over the world.. Teachers dressed in costume of old and new… Teachers do their best attemept to gain silence.. 

IMG_4535 (3).JPG       Waiting and wondering what comes next…

The snacks have been put out on a large table, and the punch is waiting to be served.. A large bowl of candy has the attention of several students.. The scence has been set for the party to begin.. Instructions on the party rules have been said, and now the party begins.. Snacks are devoured by what seems to be hungry children.. The games begin, will the apple bobbing fun be topped by a winner.. Clean towels await the dripping faces of the contestance.. I wonder who will be the one to bite that apple and claim the prize?? 

DSC_0488.JPG   Houses get ready for the children who soon will be there..

DSC_0508.JPGHomes are dressed with spiders, webs, scary creatures, and not so scary ones..

DSC_0511.JPGThe reaper waits for the souls that he will steal this night.. The souls of frightened children..

There is no time to wait.. Soon the streets will be crawling with creatures of all kinds.. The classrooms are filled with echoed  voices.. There comes a bell, and everyone holds their breath.. The words come from a vanpire that has taken over the office, to the children’s delight.. The winner is announced, while long sighs are all that can be heard.. The staff is well trained, and awaiting their cues on what comes next.. The classrooms are cleaned up by all, and the last bell is soon to ring.. The day will be done and the parents will take over.. The excitement is high as the children head home.. The teachers have done their job well, and pitty the parents as their time is about to begin.. Ghost’s hang from trees, as darkness creaps in..

puzzled.jpgThe children sit in nervous tension, as they wait for the right time..

Scary faces are all ready to answer their doors, to the echo of ‘Trick or Treaters’ .. The time will come, and the fun will begin..

DSC_0221.JPG        Waiting and watching..

DSC_0179.JPG    Scary faces everywhere…

DSC_0019.JPG         The old crooked trees waits in silence…

DSC_0001.JPG     The mummy in his coffin waits for the fun to begin…

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      A monster is seen trying to get in a house…

DSC_0401.JPG         This scary person just sits and watches…

DSC_0463.JPGA covenent of witches wait in the fog of the night, as ghosts dance over their heads…

The time is near and the witching hour is moments away.. The children are ready, and the gate is officianlly open.. Halloween Night has begun.. The streets are busy with parents and children hurrying from house to house.. The bounty of candy is waiting for  all of them this night.. The ability to keep candy away from their mouths is sometimes uncontrolable.. The sacks get heavy and the legs get tired.. The time to go home must be near..

20180313_232601873_iOS.jpg     I wait by my gate for ‘Trick or Treaters’ to arrive….

Yes, that is me as a witch.. Halloween is my time of the year.. I hear whispers as children walk away.. A witch lives in that house.. Did you not see??  She looked straight at me…

To all those parents out in the cold, I wish you a ‘Happy Halloween Night’…  🙂 🙂 

20180313_232601873_iOS.jpg  MAGS.. Thanks for stopping by.. See you all on Tuesday next week… 🙂 🙂  Be safe

 

Day dreaming…

DSCN2555 (2).JPGThere is nothing like a walk in the woods…

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This is my blurb for Wednesday October 23rd…

There is nothing better than taking a quiet walk through the forest on a beautiful day.. It’s almost a calming experience.. You can hear the birds in the trees singing sweetly.. They watch as you pass by.. The sounds of the drying leaves under your feet crunching as your feet touch them.. The crack of a branch being broken.. The fear of what maybe watching you or even stalking you has your eyes scanning the trees and the forest floor.. Are they there? You will never know as they are experts at the skill of hiding.. The sound of a chipmunk as he signals your arrival to his friends.. If you keep your eyes on the forest floor you may even encounter one as he speeds by.. A fluffy bunny must have been startled by your load foot stepping sound.. Run, away Bunny… They don’t even look back till they are in their safe place..

 

DSCN2552 (2).JPGYour stalker maybe closer than you think…

Little nooks and crannies to hide in.. Look closely to if there is anything there.. The breeze blows lightly down the path you have chosen to walk.. A spark of sun light warms the chill of the shadows… The echo of voices on the wind.. You turn to see, and there is a large brown dog is heading right your way.. There are  people with smiles wide, that say their ‘hellos’ then walk ahead of you.. I can almost smell the musty odor of the forest floor, and the thriving moss on the fallen trees.. 

DSCN2554 (2).JPGFallen, decaying trees…

The fallen trees left to rot away on the forest floor, tell tales of the sacrifice they have made to the earth, small insects, and new trees that hide within the forest floor.. The bark which once was their coat, no longer protects from the rathe of mother nature.. This tree is now home to the smallest creatures that need it’s shelter… A life cycle that has taken the trees from birth to death.. 

DSCN2553 (2).JPGFungus on a fallen tree…

A fungus now uses this tree as it’s growing ground.. A place to display their colors and shapes.. Their beauty is one of splendor to those that stop to take a look.. Everything has a place and a time to grow.. In my mind I walk on towards the smell of water.. The smell of the fish that live in the water and wait for the next fishing trip to be taken.. I can see an opening ahead.. The blue sky and the sun light squint my eyes half way closed.. I feel a gust of warm breeze, as I move away from the darkness of the forest… The breeze flaps my undone jacket, and tousles the hair on your head away from your face.. 

DSCN2568 (2).JPGThe water at the shore of the lake..

The water along the shore reveals the content that lies beneath.. The sun lights the rippling water as it slowly moves with the waves.. Red and white stones, fallen branches submerged in their watery grave.. Silt and sand lightly cover them.. The water is cold to the touch.. Your mind stops you from merging further into the dangerous water.. As your eyes look further across the lake you see blue water and trees of different colors.. I’m in paradise, as I stand gazing at the beauty of this place.. 

DSCN2569 (2).JPGA fallen tree…

A tree has fallen into the cold chill of the lake.. The sun will bleach it white, and the wind will whistle through it’s branches.. This tree will decay in time, and become one with the water it lies in now.. Nature has away of returning that which came from the ground, and in the end will return to the ground.. 🙂  Be safe and take care of yourselves.. Till later.. I wish you all good fortune, and happiness… 🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpg MAGS..  Thanks for being a friend… 🙂 🙂

 

 

An adventure…

camp - Copy.png                 On an island somewhere in this world….

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This is my banter for Friday September 6th…

Hello everyone:: Thursday went way to fast.. I hope your Thursday was an acceptable one.. We have come even closer to the weekend and a break from the money making hustle.. Driving down busy streets or highways is an endless journey many people take each day.. The countless hours lost with family.. The all mighty dollar calls all of us.. It shapes what we are and how we live.. Our habits, and our needs.. Sometimes it makes us who we are.. Our future evolves around money making.. We are slaves of the corporations that pay us that all mighty dollar.. We march to the beat of their drum.. It’s an endless march that is broken when the weekend comes.. Then we are independent operators of our lives.. We do what we want and when we want to.. For two or three days we are in charge.. Then after that brief escape we are poisoners again.. I thank god for the time we get to breath and relax.. So take in that deep breath and enjoy your weekends.. 

van - Copy.jpg                           On an adventure…

I will be on such an adventure for the next ten days.. I will not be posting any banter, from Saturday September 7th until the day of  Tuesday September 17th.. There will be no internet where we are going.. Hence, the lack of banter being posted.. There will be peace and quiet.. Away from the rate race, and city life.. We will be able to gaze at the stars in the sky in pitch darkness.. The only light we will have is the fire or lantern light.. We will be able to hike to the top of the mountains.. Look down upon the beauty below us.. We will hear the call of the wild.. The screech of the hawks, and the coo of the owls.. Birds will be singing.. The cicada will buzz as I lays it’s eggs in the trees.. We will hear the crickets sing, and tree frogs calling to each other.. We will hear the buzzing of the bees.. I will smell the fish in the waters before me.. We will hear the crunching of the branches as a deer walks past.. We will swim in the cool waters of a lake.. We can walk down abandoned railway tracks that lead us into the fog.. We shall walk through the forest haze.. We will see the shadows that follow us there.. 

P9230997.jpg        Railway tracks that lead me into the fog…   photo by Mags

We will feast on food that has been cooked over an open fire.. We will dance around the fire as many have before us.. I will feel the cool breezes caressing my face as my mind wonders into the light of the fire.. I will watch as the fire flies dance in the night.. I will feel freedom from that which is left behind.. I will visit places I have never seen, and talk to people I do not know.. I will be here where I have wanted to be for so long.. I will carry my camera by my side and capture the beauty I see with my eyes.. I can share that which I see with everyone I know.. I will gather memories to keep for all time.. To look back on the past, and feel calm inside.. For I will be there once again..

shadow person.jpg                           The shadows follow me..

I hope everyone has a great weekend and a good week coming up.. I am looking forward to the adventure that we are embarking on.. The time away is going feel like a renewal of my former self.. Go find your adventure, and rejuvenate yourself.. You’ll love the journey.. Till I return in ten days.. I wish everyone hope, love and peace.. This gal has got to get moving… Take care of yourselves and your loved ones.. Be safe when you travel and enjoy each day.. Till later.. Keep the shiny side up… 🙂 🙂 🙂 :0

I would like to thank all my readers for being here each day.. Thanks.. 🙂 🙂   I would like to thank all the fantastic artists for their creations in this banter.. Enjoy  🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpg MAGS… See you in ten days.. 🙂 🙂 🙂

 

 

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.. 🙂 🙂

 

 

Quiet Day…

DSCN1781 (2).JPG      This bee is harvesting as much nectar as he can carry..

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This is my banter for Thursday August 29th…

Hello out there:: Has everyone had a good day this Wednesday? I hope you are all well, and in great spirits..  Today (Wednesday) for me has been very quiet, and relaxing.. I can’t believe that I am yawning.. Anyone would think that I didn’t sleep at all last night.. I know I did, because when I looked in the bathroom mirror a strange looking creature looked back at me.. The same one that is there every morning.. I swear she waits for me.. I don’t pay much mind to this creature for she is my inner beast.. That which I keep hidden away in darkness.. Once in a while, this beast appears.. Her growl is fierce.. Her eyes shine in blazing green… Her nostrils are flared, and her teeth are clenched.. The red on her lips is like red fire.. I draw her back inside, and turn the key to keep you safe.. We all have the beast in different degrees.. Some can control their beast, and others live in the shadows of their beast.. There are many factors that cause the beast to stay outside.. Drugs, drinking alcohol, or just plain anger brought on by jealousy, envy, or greed.. I prefer to live in calm comfort, away from the beast with in me.. Only trouble can be found by the beast we all try to hide.. It is true that my eyes turn green when I an angry.. Normally they are blue.. 

DSCN1800 (2).JPG         The coming of fall has changed the plants..

Even though the plants become raggedy the bees find their nectar sweet as honey.. Fall is coming our way, and the gardens will whither and die.. When spring comes the gardens will be alive with color, and insects visiting each bloom.. I’m not looking forward to the winter, and the freezing cold.. The snow maybe cold but the puffy white mounds are pleasure for adults and children.. The fall is a beautiful time.. The leaves show off their colors, and coat the ground hiding blades of grass.. The little animals can be seen rushing around, stocking up for the winter.. Birds fly south, and winter birds arrive.. Various wild animals are on the hunt for a place to sleep.. A cave, a hole in the ground, a hole in a tree… Any place will do, as long as it’s warm and dry.. The breeze blows cool and strong.. Leaves fly through the air, and can land in your hair.. The once warm rain is cold, and miserable.. There are many beautiful parts of the fall.. Sitting around a camp fire.. Wrapped in a blanket from head to toes.. Sitting in your chair the cold is freezing your behind.. While the fire toasts your toes, and fingers.. When inside the fire place warms your behind, and warm hot chocolate fills your tummy.. There are good sides to every kind of weather.. Last night we did not get rain over night.. As far as right now is concerned the rain only sprinkled for five to ten minutes.. Not enough to fill a shot glass.. Maybe tonight more will fall…

DSCN1788 (2).JPG        Just starting to bloom…

I must say we are not far from the long weekend.. The roads will be teaming with loaded cars, trailers, campers, and motor homes.. Just remember with the long weekend the police will be out in full force on the look out for different offences.. Talking on your cell phone, drinking and driving, not paying attention to the road, and the biggest one of all speeding.. They will even be out on the waters ticketing the same offences.. So, be aware… If you have had a drink or two, let someone else drive that has not been drinking.. And if you are tired find a place to pull off the road and catch a twenty minute nap.. Then get coffee.. If we all follow the rules, we can all be safe.. I know there are many out there that think they are invisible.. That ain’t true.. So, buck up and follow the rules of the road.. Don’t become the next person on the road under a tarp.. Be safe…

DSCN1780 (2).JPG   Another busy bee..

It’s time for me to scoot along.. Take care of those you love, and be safe on the roads.. Till later.. Don’t pee in the wind… 🙂 🙂

Thanks to all my readers for coming out to read my banter… 🙂 🙂    The photo’s in this banter are taken by Me.. 🙂 🙂  Hope you enjoy   

 

 

 

Rain (1)

rain.jpg           Rain……

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The rain falling from the sky. Playing in the puddles as your hair becomes wet and stringy. Your clothes feel like the rain has made them shrink. Your clothing contours to each bulge, and shape of your bodies form. 

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Coventry Lake (9)

sand.jpg     Foot prints in the sand……

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The media had found out about the missing students, and the creature in the forest. Every time, anyone from the search teams came out into the public, the news crews where on them asking questions. The search teams were knee deep in slime, water logged moss, and slippery conditions. 

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Coventry Lake (8)

lake.png       Nothing like a sandy beach and warm sun…….

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The teams of searchers had first found a torn and bloody shoe that was a girls. “That wasn’t a good sign”, Police chief John Milton had said to himself. Finding anything in that condition was not a good thing. As they forged on, they came across a leg from the knee down. That had a foot that had been chewed.

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Coventry Lake (7)

lake2.jpg        A beautiful lake setting……..

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John had found one of the students on a lonely back road. The young man James Burton was in real dire straits, and needed medical attention right away. John had gone and checked out a cabin for vacationers, who had heard strange noises outside after dark.  Continue reading “Coventry Lake (7)”