As they came
full of joy
pillows and
blankets and
special toys
to give thanks
to God and
family
they eat and
joke and reminisce
while smelling
of food that they
will soon partake
the evening all
are content and
slumber off to
dream
Morning comes
they partake again
the day repeats
and then they are
gone
left are the memories
of another
Thanksgiving
with love to
remember till
we see them
again
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Autumn Leaves
As the beauty
of the Autumn
leaves fall
to the earth
the trees go
to sleep for
the winter
to awaken
again in the
spring, bigger
stronger
the smell of
the burning
leaves a
reminder winter
is near
of the Autumn
leaves fall
to the earth
the trees go
to sleep for
the winter
to awaken
again in the
spring, bigger
stronger
the smell of
the burning
leaves a
reminder winter
is near
Saturday, November 19, 2011
The Squirrel
Squirrels are,,, well cute
but not as they are
feasting on my plants
One has taken up
residence under the
shed. He/She does not
pay rent, comes out
to drink from the
fountain, and eat from
the buffet. I Plugged up
the hole that it uses to
come in and out of, to
no avail. It even moved
the turtle made of statuary.
Little critters can be such
a bother, but I don't have
the heart to
put out the toxins that others
do. As i watch this critter
i think, It has a right to
live here too.
Humm what to do???
This is a love hate
relationship.
Maybe i should try a
big bowl of nuts
then again there is the
spring,,,,,,, Ohhhhhhhh
but not as they are
feasting on my plants
One has taken up
residence under the
shed. He/She does not
pay rent, comes out
to drink from the
fountain, and eat from
the buffet. I Plugged up
the hole that it uses to
come in and out of, to
no avail. It even moved
the turtle made of statuary.
Little critters can be such
a bother, but I don't have
the heart to
put out the toxins that others
do. As i watch this critter
i think, It has a right to
live here too.
Humm what to do???
This is a love hate
relationship.
Maybe i should try a
big bowl of nuts
then again there is the
spring,,,,,,, Ohhhhhhhh
Monday, November 7, 2011
Another Visit With Nature
Nature has so many lessons
of life to teach us
The beauty of nature is
not man made, and for me
not taken for granted
I love the sunshine on my
skin, the overwhelming
warmth in my soul, the
sunset at the end of each day
Everyday is a portal to my
evolution
of life to teach us
The beauty of nature is
not man made, and for me
not taken for granted
I love the sunshine on my
skin, the overwhelming
warmth in my soul, the
sunset at the end of each day
Everyday is a portal to my
evolution
Sunday, November 6, 2011
A Learning
Life is about trusting,
feelings, taking chances,
loosing's and findings,
memories and learning.
If you learn one thing
a day that's an
accomplishment to
be proud of.
If you are aware
you will find that
there is at least one
thing in that period
that is new to you,
therefore a learning.
feelings, taking chances,
loosing's and findings,
memories and learning.
If you learn one thing
a day that's an
accomplishment to
be proud of.
If you are aware
you will find that
there is at least one
thing in that period
that is new to you,
therefore a learning.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Devils Playground
The Kelso Dunes are notable for the phenomenon known as
"singing sand" or "blooming dunes". It has some of the highest
dunes as much as 600 feet.
The magnificent dunes form only a small part of a much larger
sand transport system that includes the Devils Playground.
There is a larger area of eolian sand deposits within the
Mojave National Preserve. Wind is mostly derived from
the Mojave River.
We used to go there with homemade dune buggy's and a large
group of others. Each taking there bragging rights as to which
buggy would go faster, climb better, looked better.
These particular dunes were unlike the dunes at Glamis,
with there infamous "Oldsmobile Hill", down by Brawly.
They were so tall and sharply peaked, we called them razor backs.
As you climbed to the top the buggy would come over and the front
end would drop sharply down.
There were what we called "bowls", a deep bowl shaped hole.
When you went down into the bowl many times you had to go round
and round to get back out. If you slid down whether it be the buggy or
your rear end that's when you would hear the singing sand.
Night riding was the blackest of black, with only the headlights of
a trail of buggies. We were most always in the lead, doing what we
we called ridge running, where you zigzag back and forth over the
top of the dune. I would never have found my way back, day or night
to camp, but others had an uncanny way of knowing. Once there
we sat around a huge campfire and told tales of the day.
If the winds would blow at night the camper would rock to and fro.
Those winds could be quite ferocious. In the morning as you stepped
out, it was amazing. The dunes were smooth and looked as though
nothing or no one had been there. Ridges of swirling sand making
patterns as if they were whipped cream, always taking on new form.
Daytime storms were worse, the sand stung as it hit your face, always
wearing goggles and covering the face , some would set out for a
morning run.
In those days with limited money for pleasure, fixing a buggy was
beg and borrow. Many times we took parts we took parts off our
Volkswagen to use on the buggy for the weekend, then put it back
for work on Monday.
There are a lot of good memories from those days, not much money,
but a family together making memories.
"singing sand" or "blooming dunes". It has some of the highest
dunes as much as 600 feet.
The magnificent dunes form only a small part of a much larger
sand transport system that includes the Devils Playground.
There is a larger area of eolian sand deposits within the
Mojave National Preserve. Wind is mostly derived from
the Mojave River.
We used to go there with homemade dune buggy's and a large
group of others. Each taking there bragging rights as to which
buggy would go faster, climb better, looked better.
These particular dunes were unlike the dunes at Glamis,
with there infamous "Oldsmobile Hill", down by Brawly.
They were so tall and sharply peaked, we called them razor backs.
As you climbed to the top the buggy would come over and the front
end would drop sharply down.
There were what we called "bowls", a deep bowl shaped hole.
When you went down into the bowl many times you had to go round
and round to get back out. If you slid down whether it be the buggy or
your rear end that's when you would hear the singing sand.
Night riding was the blackest of black, with only the headlights of
a trail of buggies. We were most always in the lead, doing what we
we called ridge running, where you zigzag back and forth over the
top of the dune. I would never have found my way back, day or night
to camp, but others had an uncanny way of knowing. Once there
we sat around a huge campfire and told tales of the day.
If the winds would blow at night the camper would rock to and fro.
Those winds could be quite ferocious. In the morning as you stepped
out, it was amazing. The dunes were smooth and looked as though
nothing or no one had been there. Ridges of swirling sand making
patterns as if they were whipped cream, always taking on new form.
Daytime storms were worse, the sand stung as it hit your face, always
wearing goggles and covering the face , some would set out for a
morning run.
In those days with limited money for pleasure, fixing a buggy was
beg and borrow. Many times we took parts we took parts off our
Volkswagen to use on the buggy for the weekend, then put it back
for work on Monday.
There are a lot of good memories from those days, not much money,
but a family together making memories.
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