Rain and Sunshine

© Jeanne E Webster

I cried to you last night, Lord,
When I awoke with a fright
You sang to me a dulcet chord
And my fears anon took flight.

My spirit aroused with adoration
Your greatness sustained me, Lord
To fight battles of every occasion
Your might is my spirit’s sword.

You’re the joy of lithesome birds
Playfully pecking at bugs and seed
Gracefully into the air they herd
Oh, to follow them in secrecy.

The field is rife with weeds and clover
Plump honey bees fill their pockets
Sprinkling golden succor all over
Showing off their shiny lockets.

Storms overnight ravaged the view:
Marinated soil flaunts bubbly pools
Broken tree limbs, bird’s nests askew
Aborted feathered life slumped like ghouls

Split corn spikes, hacked tomato lumps
Bashful strawberries hidden from me
Brussel sprouts showed nary a bump,
Torn fans of elephant-eared broccoli.

Yet morning glories garnished with hearts
Stretched their ropes into the skies
Clinging, twisting in fits and starts
Formed a glorious, colorful sunrise.

Orange daylilies stretched out like fingers
The hibiscus displayed her dinner plates
Hummingbirds dined well as they lingered
Bleeding hearts thrust tiny orbed bait.

Rabbits have produced such a nice crop
Tiny fur balls hopping here and there
Moles and voles dine heartily; please stop!
My lovely green lawn is suddenly bare.

The arborvitae finally gave up the ghost
All dried up, painting a brown frown
The black pines appear as if in a roast
Beetle parasite time brought them down.

Home-made suet I hung on the pine tree
“Mrrupp,” says the red-bellied woodpecker,
Gorging on peanuts, he’s a real cutie
Also the hairy and downy woodpeckers.

Yellow finches sported vivid coats
Feasting on thistle seed in the feeder
Those darn blackbirds are hoggish blokes
I’ll send them off with my old repeater.

My two spaniels and I walk and admire
So many sights to explore around here
Crayfish chimneys dot the ditches of mire
What do they live on deep down in there?

Thank you for your provisions, Lord,
Natural ambiance offers such beauty
My rake and hoe with time to afford
Await the fruit of my labors and duty.

Dear One, You’ve truly blessed my path,
With one very pleasant enchanted day–
Top of the morning to you and your staff
Help me comfort others that come my way.

Storms, Anyone?

 

 

Storms, Anyone?

©Jeanne E. Webster   

What an exciting afternoon and evening we had yesterday!  If you call tornadoes, high wind, hail, and torrential rain exciting.  Whoever is clicking the storm button for more rain can stop anytime.   At the least, the TV weather people finally presented a correct forecast:  wicked storms on the way; head for your nearest shelters!

I’ve been around a long time and have never witnessed such demonic weather systems befalling us.  Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunder storms, hail, lightning, driving rain are all common denominators.  They nip a few towns, flatten some barns, flood some streets, and knock out the power to several cities.  However, the latest events this year have a sense of outright brutal slaughter on their agenda.  The new tallies have obliterated previous stats with astounding numbers.  Winds are raging at incredible speeds, lightning strikes are firing like machine guns, tornadoes are spawning like popcorn in a hot barrel, and rain has gone viral. 

“What’s up, doc?!”   

Who knows.  Philosophies abound, from religious “doomsayers” to “save the tree-ers.”   Maybe it’s a bit of this and a bit of that?  Needless to say, I headed for the hills during the powerful climax of last night’s melee.  To be exact, I had prepared a safe place in my bathroom tub and went for it, along with my two spaniels.  My husband preferred to view the destruction from our front porch, I later found out.  Everyone has his or her times of gallantry, I guess.  This was his.  I checked him over and he’s ok.  None the worse for wear.

The weather patterns have truly changed and we all have received the wake-up call.  Next time you must face a weather crisis, run for the hills…or bathrooms, tubs, basements, closets, nearby ditches, or crawl spaces.   These “guys” are playing for blood…ours.

Sweet Life

 

©2010 Jeanne E. Webster

 

I cried to you last night, Lord,

When I awoke with a fright

You sang to me a dulcet chord

And my fears anon took flight.

 

My spirit aroused with adoration

Your greatness sustains me, Lord

To fight battles of every occasion

Your might’s my spirit’s sword.

 

You’re the joy of lithesome birds

Playfully pecking at bugs and seed

Gracefully into the air they herd

Oh, to follow them in secrecy!

 

The field is rife with weeds and clover

Plump honeybees fill their pockets

Sprinkling golden succor all over,

Showing off their shiny lockets.

 

Storms overnight ravaged the view:

Marinated soil flaunts bubbly pools

Broken tree limbs, bird’s nests askew

Aborted life slumped like gouls.

 

Tall corn spikes, tomatoes green lumps

Bashful strawberries hid from me

Brussel sprouts showing nary a bump

Fans of elephant-eared broccoli.

 

Morning glory vines garnished with hearts

Stretched their ropes into the skies

Clinging, twisting in fits and starts

Formed a glorious, colored sunrise.

 

Orange daylilies stretch out like fingers

The hibiscus displays her dinner plate

Hummingbirds dine well as they linger

Bleeding hearts thrust tiny-orbed bait.

  

Rabbits have produced such a nice crop

Tiny fur balls hopping here and there

Moles and voles dine heartily; please stop!

My lovely green lawn is suddenly bare.

 

The arborvitae finally gave up the ghost

Dried up, painting a brown frown

The black pines appear as if in a roast

Beetle parasite time brought them down.

 

 Homemade suet I hung on the pine tree

“Mrrupp,” says the red-bellied woodpecker,

Gorging on peanuts, he’s a real cutie

Also the hairy and downy woodpeckers.

 

 Yellow finches sporting vivid coats

Feasting on thistle seed in the feeder

Those darn blackbirds are hoggish blokes

I’ll send them off with my old repeater.

 

My two spaniels and I walk and admire

So many sights to explore around here

Crayfish chimneys dot the ditches of mire

What do they live on deep down in there?

 

Thank you for your provisions, Lord,

The natural ambiance offers such beauty

My rake and hoe await time to afford

I love the fruit of my labors and duty.

 

Dear One, You’ve truly blessed my path,

With one very pleasant enchanted day

Top of the morning to you and your staff

Help me comfort others that come my way.

 

 

 

Storms ahead…maybe

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  Here we are… back to the blogging. The baby cockatiels are growing; the oldest has its eyes opened. One egg did not hatch, so I removed it to give the parents a break. Now they enter the box to feed the young, not having to incubate anymore. Jake and Molly are eating us out of house and home. My husband has been “trained” to donate pieces of his homemade bread, with butter on it please, every time he walks through the kitchen area. We sit down to a meal and Jake and Molly are climbing the cage bars in a state of panic, begging for sweet potatoes, green bean, squash, peas, carrots, anything that’s green or orange. They are good and healthy birds and have been the best parents ever, especially this being their first attempt at nesting. We are proud of them.

Storms are on the way to our area. Torrential rains, winds, severe weather, everything except snow, is forecast. We’ll have to wait and see…the weather people have not rated very good this year or last fall. I usually do our weather forecasting. I’ll look out the window and see what’s on the horizon! Right now it’s cloudy and overcast with a sniff of dampness in the chilly air. How’s that for forecasting?

Looks like it will be chicken and dumplings for supper tonight. The chicken and broth are simmering now. Sure makes the house smell good. Jake and Molly will partake of the peas and carrots, that’s all.

Gotta go for now. We’ll hope to see you back again tomorrow. The second baby chick should have its eyes open and we’ll know how rough the storms were. Take care and stay safe.

~shalom