The Sunday Scribblings topic this week is wings . Wings connect me to birds. Today I returned to mountain bluebirds. I grew up in Kellogg, Idaho and be…
How do I know when a poem is finished? When you quietly close the door to a room the room is not finished. It is resting. Temporarily. Glad to be without y…
All all he would have to say is, remember the time I came home with a beard and Dad didn’t know me, and we would all laugh, Mom would say, just by your vo…
Porches On the front porch Chairs sit still; The table will receive Summer drinks; They wait, arranged, Strange and polite. On the back porch Garden tools sp…
When I began my blog on February 11,2007 my goal was to post each day. I surpassed my goal and reached a milestone today. Enjoy post #100! Yard Sale Go…
Lake Roosevelt in Washington state looking northeast toward Idaho. Earth Day I am the Earth And the Earth is me. Each blade of grass, Each honey tree, Eac…
The Christmas Cactus All during the Christmas rush I waited for the thing to come alive. Eyed it while I gift wrapped scarves, By New Year's I vowed t…
The flowering plum blossoms greeted us this morning. I rely on experienced gardeners to pass on their wisdom when it comes to gardening tips. Some que…
Mending A giant hand inside my chest Stretches out and takes My heart within its might grasp And squeezes till it breaks. A gentle hand inside my chest, Wi…
When We Were Poets Language wasn’t ashamed of us. We lived like our poems, nailed words into a chair if we dreamed of a chair. We listened to the rain an…
Remembering When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and if you wanted to you could run, I used to climb those hills back of town…
A blogging friend Mommy Dearest posted Are You Real Athol ?, here , and so Silver Valley Girl decided that she and Raymond Pert and I should write a simi…
Since Hanna Moved Away The tires on my bike are flat. The sky is grouchy gray. At least it sure feels like that Since Hanna moved away. Chocolate ice crea…
My name is Christy and home is where my heart is. I love drinking coffee, sitting by a warm fire, reading books, writing, baking, gardening, and collecting school supplies in my little house with my dog Riley.