Monthly Archives: December 2019

Poetic Thursday: The Artist’s Intent

Once again, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday. Visit Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats to see other poems inspired by this beautiful picture:

Here’s my poem:

The Artist’s Intent

Boats and fog and morning gold,
frozen and glistening, winter cold.

Travel by boat will have to wait
til the waters thaw at a later date.

Meanwhile, enjoy the view that’s been sent,
for that, most certainly, is the Artist’s intent.

This poem was fun to write; not nearly as challenging as some in the past.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: The Simplest Blessings

It’s Thursday! Time for a little poetry with Pam and her boys, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Here’s this week’s photo inspiration:

And here’s my poem:

The Simplest Blessings

At first look, you might say
this certainly must be ‘laundry day’.

Blankets and towels, shirts and pants,
but go back and take a second glance.

It’s hard to imagine an open-air closet;
your clothes exposed to wind, rain and grit.

Dry clothes to wear: a reminder today
of the simplest blessings sent our way.

Thanks, Pam, for challenging us again this week.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Sundae In Charge

Hello, efurryone.  This is Sundae, and I asked Motor Mommy if I could write today’s post.

I wanted to show you this cute picture of me tucking Motor Man in at bedtime.

Also, Motor Mommy asked me to tell you that her blog posts for the remainder of this month (and year!) will be sporadic.  Their calendar is quickly filling up with appointments, holiday preparations and events.

And of course, they already stay pretty busy taking care of my step-sisfur, Gypsy and me.

But she promises to pop in every once in a while to let you know what’s going on our little corner of the world.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Oh, Those Sweet Memories

When Marshall was a baby, he was so good about taking naps.  I loved to hear him stirring after he awoke, and go in his room to see this:

At one point, we added this Fisher Price activity center to his crib. Then when he woke up from a nap, I heard the sounds made as he turned and pushed the various buttons and knobs.

Last weekend, while browsing at an antique mall in Williamsburg, I happened upon this for sale at one of the booths:

Oh my, did the memories come flooding back.

And, yes, I stood right there and turned, pushed, pressed, dialed, rang and spun every little gadget on that display.

And smiled the entire time.

~These Days Of Mine~