Some fools are summer fools other fools are sommerfugls fugls are birds, yes, summer birds but summer birds are butterflies I don’t think butterflies can hum but hummingbirds can hum and fly flies and birds and soon it’s fall the summer fools fool us all
Cupid shoots seven arrows from her quiver. Eons of experience, she hits where she aims. Six hit in my heart but the seventh in my liver. Now I can’t eat gluten and wine gives me pains. I wonder if hearts are like cats’ lives? I think it’s seven but it might be nine. The thought of more arrows gives me hives. I’ve had enough of love to last through time. I hope it’s seven and the arrows are done And Cupid wanders by and fails to see me. I’ll emulate Hestia and Artemis for fun And Artemis’s hunt stays protective from the the trees. The love of friends is enough for me. An empty quiver will set me free.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quiver. The statue is Galatea, in Port Townsend.
I found this skull hiking as a kid. It was very very clean already. I suspect it is an opossum, but I am not sure. It did have two sharp longer teeth in front but they have fallen away.
No vermin here. I wish Elwha liked to eat the tiny ants, though.
This is one of our wonderful old buildings downtown. The front and one side are enhanced with the windows and trim and decoration. The side facing the water is plain bricks but still has the windows. I think both sides have their beauty.
Oh, dear. My not so cheerful take on “micro” today is the tiny particles in the air from the fires. The sky held this front yesterday and the weather changed. The air was brownish by afternoon. Yesterday at 5 the Air Quality Index was 36, not too awful. This am it is 78 here, though a map of Washington State AQI shows that it is really severe in Eastern Washington. Fire season.
I set up my home air filter: a box fan and four filters. I had my windows open last night and woke with a headache from the air. It also makes me irritable. When I really smell the smoke, my brain keeps sounding an alarm: “Fire! fire!” I have to reassure it: yes, there is a fire, but it is not here right now. Cross your fingers. Now I’ve closed the house and have the fan running. Inelegant but very effective at filtering the tiny particles and cleaning up the air.
Consider wearing an N95 if you have to be out. We do not want those tiny micro particles in our lungs. I am holed up in the house today. We may have rain tomorrow which will quiet it down.
When the air gets really bad, the cats even refuse to go out.
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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