Some views of the front deck and the garage.




Who, What, When, Where, How & Why
Some views of the front deck and the garage.
It’s that time of year again! This photo of me having one of the times of my life!
Well, Spring is on the way, I heard! We here in Northern Ohio escaped most of the big snow storm this past week, which is fine with me, but the news weather people were quite disappointed. It is always so heartening the way they put on parkas and mittens and various snow gear and wade out to the nearest snow drift to pose for the 11 o’clock news segment. There used to be an old joke about shoveling “partly cloudy” off the front walk on the morning after the prediction of sunshine and warming temperatures.
We never know what to expect here in Ohio in March, when the daffodils are raring to go, and indeed when ready the blooms just open, even there is snow up to their eyebrows. We have photos someplace of snowdrifts with daffodil flowers laying right on top of the snow.
Back in the 1940s there was a great snow fall in Cleveland. My Dad and the other men in the neighborhood waded through the waist-high snow (maybe it was thigh-high…but hey, I was a kid) to trudge along the middle of the road to the grocery store, which valiantly opened its doors to the brave men who made it through the deep snow to buy supplies for their families.
Kids all over town were ecstatic, since the school was closed. Except me…who was sick. I have written about this traumatic event in my young life before…ten years old and unable to go outside to play in what (as far as I can recall) was the most exciting event ever. I still remember standing looking out the front window as my brother proceeded to demolish the pristine white snow drifts. Even at this late date the disappointment is palpable. (I have always been a dramatic kid.)
The television news crew was stranded at the TV studio for a long time, and the exhausted and dedicated News Men were so worn out after being on camera for days (well, many hours anyway) they removed their coats and ties, which was nearly unheard of on the TV in those days. These selfless and loyal personalities stayed with their fans and watchers throughout the siege…helping the police department care for the needs of the citizens…who were desperate for milk and other life-sustaining items.
Several years later two of my girlfriends, and our boyfriends, were caught in another huge snow storm. We came out of a movie theater, to find the storm raging…and nearby was a man and woman whose car had become stuck in a snow drift. We—the boys anyway—helped the couple out of the drift, and they invited us to their house for sandwiches and a hot drink. That was nice of them, as by this time we were all frozen and starving.
To my horror, the lady served us bacon-lettuce-tomatoes (BLTs), which was something of a remarkable gesture in the middle of winter to have fresh tomatoes and lettuce. Now, lest anyone fails to understand why the BLTs would be such a bad thing to the point of being a Big Deal to Me. To that point in time I had never eaten a tomato…I hated tomatoes, and avoided them at all costs. But now…faced with a tomato sandwich…I HAD to eat it. Refusing to partake of the couple’s generosity was not possible.
So that’s how I happened to eat a tomato for the first time in my life. I think of that incident every time I see a BLT….but yes, I do eat tomatoes now, at least in sandwiches with bacon and lettuce.
when the snow
covers the meadow
in silence
so profound
dreams of daisies linger long
after petal fall
© Sometimes, 2017
The Shadorma is one of my favorite poetic forms. It consists of six lines… of 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, and 5 syllables…respectively.
(Day 12, 2017)
which is worse…cold crisp snow
that freezes the toes and tip of the nose
that chills our livers and sends shivers up the spine
—or melting slush of wet and grime?
in place of charming crunch of boots
and pinching cheeks rosy and frosting young shoots
discouraged from peeping ‘oer the sturdy ground
that protects from sinking deep in the mire…
wading through former fresh fallen snow,
now transformed into slurping melting slush pools
seeping into shoes and soaking pantlegs
dripping and sogging our ankles..
soon more sparkling drifts of snow
will follow, draping upon the slush of yesterday…
adorning crests and crevices with camouflage
of winter’s beauty…just tread with care.
© Sometimes, 2017
Enough already!
The balloon flowers remind…
it won’t be long now
Today is a day of white light,
’tis not just any other day
following a restless sleep
or moving with care by night light.Snow brings reflection, in more ways than one,
signaling deep thought on one hand–
the other, bright glitter returned by the Sun,
accenting tree shadow bands.Snowfall brings Beauty and Duty…
mixed emotions cause trouble.
My choice is Beauty
but then–I don’t have to shovel.©Sometimes,2016
Snowflakes
graceful, unique…
charming, gently falling,
disarming when turning into
Snowdrifts!
©Sometimes,2016
We tend to be giddy,
recalling snow as a kiddie
over our heads in drifts.
We remember it fondly…
the frozen mittens and scarves,
awkward in snowsuits,
red nose, rosy cheeks….so cold
that the fingers refused to move.
Our plaintive pleas echo across the ages:
“I’m not cold, Mama!
Please let me stay out!”
The pristine snow cover
was calling our presence,
to leave our impression forever.
Many years later–new snow has the power
to bring back the wonder and thrill
of the magic snows…back when we were little.
But the nostalgia soon passes
as mist clouds our eye glasses…
and we remember that our bones are brittle.
©Sometimes,2016
an open source architectural beadwork project from Kate McKinnon and a worldwide team of innovators
Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born
From soul to soul
Books, Music, Movies, Collectibles and Culture
"Never forget it is real people who live out such tales and bear the price of the telling, in grief and guilt and sorrow". -Jacqueline Carey
Uncovering the mainstream media lies
Uncensored updates on world events, economics, the environment and medicine
Home of the Airship Wars
Talking about living in two places
What's it like to be a distinctive deacon in the Church of England? Look no further!
Lifestyle, Littles & Lipstick. A Blog By Michelle Alves.
words for rejuvenate
Recipes showing step by step directions with pictures and gadget reviews
Poems by Celia Hales in the Style of William Shakespeare & John Donne
A genealogy regarding Piedmont Quaker pioneer George Hodgson and his lines
Through the eyes of an Introvert
Dark Writing and Strange Inspirations
Poems & Photos by DM Shepherd
The writerly musings of Connie J. Jasperson, author, blogger and medieval renaissance woman.
Ghosts, Tall Tales & Witty Haiku!
Life with a twist
Life is make believe, fantasy given form
the passions of a science fiction writer
💟THE MOST INFORMATIVE MAGAZINE EVER IN 110 LANGUAGES | YOU JUST CAN'T BE THERE WITHOUT
Bringing classical music closer to you
Personal Blog
Your source for breaking news, news about New York, sports, business, entertainment, opinion, real estate, culture, fashion, and more.
True tales over 50
Chris Breebaart Photography - finding stories
mind's eye introspection vs. bone-tired reality
Life on my own, on the Nature Coast of of Florida, and beyond...
Helping you get the response you deserve.
READER - WRITER - CURATED RESOURCES - & MORE
Focus Hocus Pocus
If you love travel, beauty and exercise, you're in the right place
let the conversation begin
The #1 women’s lifestyle resource for elegant women who want to live with confidence, class, charisma, style and grace.
I was born not knowing and have only little time to change that here and there
On becoming extraordinary
Just another Wordpress.com weblog
Healthy Start