Category Archives: Days at Home

Poetic Thursday: The Pirate

It’s Thursday and that means it’s also time to participate in Poetic Thursday with Pam, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats.

To celebrate today being “Talk Like A Pirate Day”, this is the photo inspiration for today’s poem, provided by Pam and the boys last Thursday.

And here is my poem:

The Pirate
Known as a menace wherever he sails,
he’s only trouble and tough as nails.

Heartless and cruel, it’s all part of the job;
always in search of someone to rob.

No vessel’s his friend, just potential prey,
but when the storms rage, he’s as cautious as they.

So the lighthouse stands as a welcome sight,
and guides them all with its impartial light.

Come on over to Pam’s blog to read other “pirate” poems.  Aargh….

~These Days Of Mine~

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Poetic Thursday: Pedal Car

Once again this week, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her two “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Each Thursday, they provide a photo as inspiration and invite their readers to write a poem, based on the photo, and share it in comments on the blog post the following Thursday.

Here is today’s photo:

And here’s my poem. (The ending makes better sense if you know that my hubby (Motor Man) is a performance engine builder.)

Pedal Car

So this is a bike that looks like a car,
If you’re outta shape, you won’t get far.

And when you pedal down the street,
You get strange looks from folks you meet.

My little legs couldn’t handle the work,
though not buying gas would be a great perk.

Horsepower’s our game, ‘footpower’ is slower,
so for my ride, I’ll take a motor.

If you’d like to see “Angel Sammy’s” poem, as well as those submitted by Pam’s readers, you can visit her blog here.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Calm After The Storm

In last Friday’s post, I shared that we were preparing for whatever effects of Hurricane Dorian happened to come our way.

Thankfully, we were spared.  We only had about an inch and a half of rain,  some gusty winds Thursday night and part of Friday, and a minimal high tide. To give you an idea, you’re just seeing the top of the marsh grass in this picture; the water is usually out past the grass.  And our old boat and cedar tree survived just fine. We’ve seen MUCH worse.

Friday evening, the storm was over, and we had a gorgeous sunset.

Hardest hit by Dorian was the area including Ocracoke and Hatteras, NC. Ocracoke is about 150 miles south of us, as the crow flies, and  miles south of the Carova area, home to “my” wild horses. The Carova area got quite a bit of rainfall and some storm damage. But, thankfully, no loss of life in the Outer Banks. And the horses are fine.

As is usually the case following a storm, our weather over the weekend was beautiful.

And, once again, we went hot air balloon chasing both Saturday and Sunday mornings. (*Chasing the balloon refers to being there for the launch,  watching as much of the flight as you can, then going to the landing site {wherever that may be} to help retrieve the balloon, pilot and passengers. Some pilots use cell phones to let their crew know where they’re landing, some have two-way radios. Motor Man and I don’t drive the chase vehicle, but we usually try to help out if we’re needed.)  Saturday morning, two balloons launched from the same area at the same time.  Keeping up with two is quite a challenge. Although they launched from the same site, they didn’t land at the same location.

This gives you an idea of balloon chasing: you drive over a rise in the highway, heading in the direction you think the balloon should be….and there it is.

One of the balloons landed in Windsor Castle Park in our little town of Smithfield. A cross country team from a nearby college was at the park that morning, and cheered at the smooth landing. That’s historic Windsor Castle in the background, home of Arthur Smith, founder of Smithfield.

Sunday, there was only one balloon flight, but what a perfect morning. The pilots enjoy flying over our many tributaries. And I enjoy catching pictures of the reflections.

They flew over Smithfield Station Restaurant/Hotel/Marina. The structure in this picture is part of that establishment and is known as “The Lighthouse”. It’s a replica of The Hooper Strait Lighthouse in Maryland.

This flight took the passengers out in the country on a quiet Sunday morning.

And, once again, they enjoyed a smooth landing. After the flight, the crew,  passengers and Motor Man and I returned to Smithfield Station for brunch and to discuss their flight.

With the flooding in Carova and the condition of the roads in that area, we’re not sure when we’ll get back there to see the wild horses. So in the meantime….we’re content to chase balloons.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

In  our area

Here We Go Again

We’re expecting a very unwelcome visitor intruder today.  Yes, Hurricane Dorian began knocking on our southeast door last night. He kept us awake quite a bit.

I’ve shared several posts in the past about hurricanes, some recent ones that we’ve experienced just in the years that I’ve been blogging. In no particular order: Irene, Hermine, Florence, Sandy, Joaqun, Harvey, Julia and Matthew. Of course, all of those weren’t major storms by the time they reached us.  And some affected the Outer Banks much more than where we live in southeast Virginia.

So, in anticipation of Dorian’s arrival, yesterday afternoon, Motor Man and I battened down the hatches, made sure we had plenty of water, food, etc, took down the bird feeders and hanging plants. AND…

We ratcheted our old boat to the even older cedar tree in our side yard.

We were given that old boat a little over ten years ago and placed it by that old cedar.  It’s seen a couple of weddings, several family reunions and a couple of “poker run parties”.  And, it’s also seen its share of hurricanes, snowfalls and nor’easters.

This picture was taken in the aftermath of one of those storms, in which we lost a good portion of the cedar. It’s a good thing Motor Man had secured the boat: during the storm, the wind and high tide moved it perpendicular to its original location.

So, Dorian, please hang a right VERY  soon.

We hope the old boat (and the cedar) are around for many more years.

*After writing this, it occurred to me that it’s rather frivolous of me to be writing about a boat and a tree after so much devastation in the Bahamas and the states south of us.  We’re definitely keeping all those affected by Dorian close in thought.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: The Hitchhiker

Once again this week, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her two “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Each Thursday, they provide a photo as inspiration and invite their readers to write a poem, based on the photo, and share it in comments on the blog post the following Thursday.

This is the photo for today’s poem:

And here is my poem:

The Hitchhiker

We look at this picture and feel sadness and fear
and can’t help but wonder how you came to be here.

Bad people, bad choices, or no fault of your own?
Family? Friends? Do they know you’re alone?

Your pile of belongings there by your side;
will you trust anyone who offers a ride?

Or….maybe the scene is about to start,
And you’re just an actress playing the part?

If you’d like to see “Angel Sammy’s” poem, as well as those submitted by Pam’s readers, you can visit her blog here.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, And The Irony

Today, I share the latest in the ongoing war between my plants and the deer and rabbits.

First : The GOOD.  I had one volunteer sunflower this year.  (Most likely a bird “planted” it as a result of the nearby bird feeders.) And thankfully, it chose to grow in an old enamel coffeepot on our deck (safe location from critters). What makes it even nicer is that I had “that old moss” already planted in that pot.  I think it makes a sweet combo.

Sunflowers are SO cheery.

Another item in the “GOOD” category: this mandevilla I planted earlier in the season has done really well. The tag said that it was the climbing variety, so I thought it would be pretty on this old trellis. Obviously, this is a mounding variety instead, but it’s obviously happy.  On the deck, it’s safe from the “critters”.

Next: the BAD. This spring, I had bought a beautiful hanging basket of purslane in shades of a pretty coral color. Thinking I had come up with a simple, but effective deer fence (one strand of monofilament fishing line strung about 3 feet off the ground), it had thrived all summer. Sadly, I don’t have a before pic.  I believe this is the work of two young fawn, who obviously fit UNDER the fishing line fence. This was ONE night’s work last week.  I’ve since moved it to the safety of the deck, hoping it will bloom again before frost.

And: The UGLY.  One of my favorite plants is a cypress vine (or hummingbird vine).  I first saw it growing at Bacon’s Castle on an old wooden fence.  The vine itself is so sweet and dainty, and the flowers are tiny, star shaped blooms in red, pink and white – all on the same vine.

Every year, I have a couple of these to volunteer from seeds I planted several years ago. This year, the two that volunteered chose a difficult location: immediately beside one of our deck posts. Motor Man helped me modify one of the cages that he had previously made for me, cutting it to make it semi-circular. If you look closely, you can see that dainty little vine, twining up the black trellis.

And I had ONE tiny white bloom.

There was a very small space between the post and the cage. And…..evidently, one  of the baby bunnies I’ve recently spotted discovered that tiny space. The next morning, the bloom and much of the vine was gone.

So….. I used rocks and fishing line to close up that hole.

Finally: the IRONY. You’re probably already thinking that I’ve created something very ugly to protect something so pretty.

Further IRONY,  I chased away the neighborhood cat yesterday as she was plotting to attack one of the baby bunnies.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

Poetic Thursday: The Recital

Once again this week, I’m participating in Poetic Thursday with Pam and her two “boys” over at Two Spoiled Cats.

Each Thursday, they provide a photo as inspiration and invite their readers to write a poem, based on the photo, and share it in comments on the blog post the following Thursday.

This was our photo for this week’s inspiration:

The Recital

White dress, hair bow and a booster seat;
A pedal extender for her feet.

Her first recital was a formal affair,
Parents and grandparents were so proud to be there.

She practiced for weeks for this special night
And gave no thought to the dreaded stage fright.

Her performance complete, everyone stood:
“Bravo!” ‘Chopsticks’ never sounded so good!

My poem last week was heartfelt and serious, so this week, I went for something fun. I’m sure this little girl is an accomplished pianist, and I don’t mean to make light of her talent.

Be sure to visit Two Spoiled Cats today to read Angel Sammy’s and their readers’ poems.

~These Days Of Mine~