tgif | 4.19.19…

thinking: I love that every month in this year has a ” x. 19.19″ date…don’t ask me why, it’s just one of many small quirky things that make me smile…or is it the product of an idle mind?

gardening: Jason, the young man who tends the yard, was here yesterday… everything looks a sight better for sure. Chris (my niece) wants to garden. Since she lives in an apartment building, she asked if she could use my back yard as her learning field and also let her pup Hazel, romp. I didn’t hesitate to say YES!

inspiring : I so enjoyed Kym’s sharing of Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese; as I watched the video this morning, I recalled I’d captured a photo yesterday of a lone goose, leisurely ambling on a lawn, eating… (the photo was not taken in my yard )

fun: a bit of Haiku for you, written just this morning as I was fixing tea:

I look out and see

three birds flit by the window

“catch me if you can!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Cheers~

a red bird …

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At our last Recent Read gathering, my friend Margaret introduced me to Pulitzer Prize winner and thirteenth US Poet Laureate Ted Kooser. I find that I begin reading one poem and then the next and then the next…

The following poem is from his latest book,  Kindest Regards: New and Selected Poems, ©2018 by the author, published by Cooper Canyon Press, p 205 and also featured on the jacket back.

Hoarfrost

Two days of an icy prairie fog and every blade of grass, and twig, and branch, and every stretch of wire, barb, post and staple, is a knot or a thread in a lace of the purest white. To walk is like finding your way through a wedding dress, the sky inside it cold and satiny; no past, no future, just the now all breathless. Then a red bird, like a pinprick, changes everything.

We didn’t have a hoarfrost this morning, but I did see a red  bird … a cardinal.