Category Archives: words

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Northern lights

Walt Kelly wrote this poem, which I love.

Northern lights

Oh, roar a roar for Nora,
Nora Alice in the night,
For she has seen Aurora
Borealis burning bright.

A furore for our Nora!
And applaud Aurora seen!
Where, throughout the Summer, has
Our Borealis been?

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A friend named her daughter Nora and I sent her a copy. I especially love the word furore, because it doesn’t rhyme , even though it seems like it should.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: aurora.

Elwha is still missing and I did not see the aurora, though tons of friends have posted pictures. This shot of Elwha is from January. I wonder if he saw the lights in the sky?

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Sunrise

I was at an AirBnB for a few days last week. The great blue heron landed in the top of the tree in the next yard before sunrise. Then she stayed there waiting and enjoying the warmth when the sun was up. Eventually an eagle headed for the tree. The heron took off and the eagle landed.

The next two mornings I did not see an eagle or a great blue heron in the tree, perhaps because it was gray and cold and overcast both mornings.

That is why we have such big trees in the Pacific Northwest, so that eagles and great blue herons can build massive nests.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: landing.

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No tomatoes today

No tomatoes today. Squash, yes, but it’s a long time to tomato season. But the squash is delicious!

I went to a March 17 party. I wanted to bring a vegetable and looked at my Immigrant cookbook, but potatoes were already taken. I took squash baba ghanoush and it was delicious!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: tomatoes.

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Who, me?

I am Elwha.

I am not a poser. Mom looks at me and holds up the little box that obsesses her. I stop what I am doing. I am a dignified two year old adult cat, not some goofy little kitten. I let her take pictures and wait until her attention is elsewhere. Usually.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: poser.