Sometimes I wander with it. Her path is brown apples, soft mud and loam. She looks nowhere else, steps daintily home. Above, only one fruit remains,. A brutal burden on a branch that strains. Are lifted by a gust. If there is a moment, this is it,. When swiftly to prayer I must. Let me shade thine eyes! But the mess .

My Life, or something like it. Writing, pets, food, and the many things that occupy my mind. Thursday, April 07, 2011. My doggie Piffy - a feel-good video. Thursday, April 07, 2011. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Wednesday, January 12, 2011. Monday, March 15, 2010. Sun, grass, ice.

Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables. What will you write? Wednesday, 30 January 2013. Tendril, Pulsate, and Drab. If a tendril of dry rot could pulsate it would bring this drab house down. What will you write? Links to this post. Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables. Write a piece of poetic flash fiction in just 51 syllables.

Can four walls hold me. I will be writing no more. If you care, I apologize. I got kicked out last night, so there might not be a post for a little bit. As I did yesterday, I will be posting poems for very limited periods. Sorry to make you refresh or whatever, but I will be removing them rather quickly.

I mother three teenage guys and a wonderful husband, enjoy gardening and canning, and work full time outside of the home. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. I ventured out last night and decided to make a country dinner with fried chicken, black-eyed peas, and salad. Yum! And decided to put it on my menu. Now, to me the best part of the meal was the black-eye peas.

Is an early music ensemble based in Peterborough, Ontario, Canada. We are a local not-for-profit group dedicated to researching and performing early music, most notably music from the Medieval and Renaissance periods. Violin, rebec, voice.