So yellow the yellowness So black the polka dots So green the mowed lawn One beetle per blossom Each six bright spots. I was struck by the sunny dandelions in the lawn and stooped to admire their delicate unfurling petals. Nestled in the first one was a pretty ladybug. I looked at another, and another, and each one …
My mother raised five girls, God love her. Towards the end of her life, all five of us snollygosters were regularly cracking up at her fashion sense. An ounce of wisdom shared among us would have warned that things were falling apart and that our lives were about to unravel with the ending of hers. But no, …
Let’s cut the scut, Say goodbye hoi polloi And head for a favorite spot out south Where I gambol on weekends With some folks I love. It is quite a schlep but it’s worth every mile. And the sight of the Santiam makes my soul smile. There we doss, and we nosh, And we prate funny tosh. …