To Life

Blooms.  They

just

                                      appeared one

day, much

      needed.

        Now to help
   it

                      along  a
               bit  .

Spring came early,


or so we thought

           windows

    open,

a breeze;

Ah, Spring.


March 22
 and


precipitation
        shifts
            to
              snow,
  a
  teeny 
     snowgirl                    there.
         a    

head dress,
daffodil, and 

all

branches

sprouting,

buds.    

as

I 

write,

    hard to

                           believe.

                Not much              snow
                                        around here
                                                ever.

Making quick works of Quickword.

OBJECT.

How many words can you

think of in 30 seconds that

start with a M and

have an I and T

(in that order)?

 Well,
  That was an easy one.


How many fishing tackle items
that start with a P can you come up with?


OK,
    we skipped that one.
A game
  is not a 
    game unless

                    you are smiling.
                                We won.

Sky Watch

Hints of blue

today.

Just

there

and

there

in our

sky.

Birds

  claim that

  blue,

    and will

  soon

      as it warms

        think

             nests.

That chill

    still

     makes

     us claim

a sweater

and long

      socks

  and a muffin

    warm from the

           oven.

                        Caryn.

This March Day

Ah,
March crept in 

and caught us unawares.

Fog this morning,

but sunlight this

afternoon.


Our Valentine cupcake kit
that never hit the fourteenth deadline
made it the 


last


day


of
February;


well,do 
what
you
can
do.


When you can do 
it.

Some 
homemade
cupcakes
and
milk

and
games

one rainy late
afternoon.


In
stillFebruary.


Now,


quiet
early


March

 and

micro 

branch

buds,

Yet 

soon,

spring.

For
that
weareready.


             Caryn.

Home blooms.

A.M. breakfast

blue

skies

hint

of

clouds,

 a

bloom

a  book

and

a

bowl of cereal.

I
never
tire
(ever)

of
simple

turns

of

beauty.

On a Tuesday.

These tulips were never properly plucked from their wrapper,

just stuck in    a

jar, and

there they have sat

 all

week.

But the sun, showed up

this a.m.

just a ray 

or two, and

suddenly

those

old tulips

became

a

quiet

favorite.

Quite.

And

the 

dishes

et. al.

small

leaning

towers

placed precariously

make

me

smile

too,

why

not. 

 A

favorite

book

.

There.

Easy
does


it.

Mostly Rain

Rain

all

the

live long day, and

night, with a

tincture of

snow

yesterday.

A

sweet

one

home sick

and

seeking

things 

to do

.

A

papaya

to eat,

and

things

to draw.
And a fire
to light
in the fireplace.