Poor Summit

She just stands there

Full of woe.

Hasn't moved now

In quite a while

My poor little pup

Stilled and entranced.

A limited world

And no licking.

Flock of Geese

We could hear them

Before we could see them

And then

The flock of geese

Flew in perfect formation

Over our heads

This morning

Seedling Thoughts

Something happens in the middle of February

And it takes place most every year

Thoughts of spring and warmth

New growth and brown ground

Come bounding through my head

And I am ready for winter to be over.

Now usually it is winter's fault

For the signs of my unrest

When each year spring comes through

For a week or two giving us a taste

Of the new season to come.

The problem is that winter

Has come back with a vengeance

Giving us a white wonderland

But my mind is in the ground

And seeds are springing forth.

For this year I get to have a garden

And I’ve had thoughts of it all winter long.

I want to start slowly

To see if it suits me and our ground.

We’ve come up with a spot

Lots of sun, not too hard to water

And I’ve asked questions of friends

Whose gardens I have long admired.

If you start with four items

What are the best?

Lettuce, zucchini, cucumbers, tomatoes

Oh, and some beans would be lovely, too.

So this week, when I was distracted

I treated myself to a stop at our nursery

Eric, the owner took great interest in my quest.

We found all of the above plus herbs, beets and carrots.

Then we went through each packet

On when to plant and how. 

Tomatoes I get to start in a week or so inside.
The rest start right in the garden.

Beets and carrots in April and the rest must wait

Until no chance of frost, to me a long way away.

I am always surprised and amazed

At the growth in spring

And even what grows wild in our garden,

I’m quite possessive of.

Look, it grew here, just for me.

So I'm hoping for a bit of bounty from

My new endeavor

I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

And I am Thankful

Last night my hip ached so badly
That it kept me awake.
Andy was restless and
Summit got up twice to be sick.
It was not a pleasant time.

This morning though,
Is a delightfully snowy day.
I have made the perfect latte,
The pups are sleeping peacefully
And I've stayed in my pajamas
Much too long (but quite happily).

And I am thankful.

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end;
They are new every morning;
Great is thy faithfulness."

Lamentations 3:22-23

What Are They

What are they
These little birds
That come in the snow
And eat the seeds?

A New Sheriff in Town

I wonder
What it is
About human nature
That makes me
Slow down
and my blood pressure
Speed up
Each time I pass
Our sheriff.

I would say it's
Just me,
But I've watched
Others too.

With his hand on
The steering wheel
Of his old marked car.
He sits still
All through the day
Protecting his route
Eighty-nine.

Come to think of it
He there at night
As well.

Diligent he is but
He stops not a soul.
You would think then
I'd relax as I drive by
But no, it happens
Each time I look
I check my speed
And wonder
About guilt.

Snowflakes

Swirling, twirling flakes
Of snow dance just outside of
My window today

Back to Our Adventures

We are back to our adventures,
The ones that made me fall in love
The ones where we go exploring
All that is around us
And come to know
And love what we have and where we are
We went to Plumas Eureka state park
And hiked to the lake and met a lovely couple with a puppy.
The next week I knew exactly where to take me friends sledding.
We also found a little cafe
(Rare to be open at this time of year)
We are going back this morning for breakfast
A lovely morning with my husband
And who knows what we will find today.

I Want To

I want to go and explore

To climb up to it
Wander in and around it
crawl up through it

And this summer
To find the top
And slide right
Down it
And land in a cool
Pool of water

But I don't think
We can cross the river
And it's quite cold
So I will get back
In the car
Shut my eyes
And dream of adventure
Today.

The Superbowl

My husband wants to know what I wrote about the Superbowl.

Nothing.

For I really don't care about the Packers or Steelers

(Although I have come a long way, or digressed,

I'm not sure, to know who is playing today).

We have five bags of chips

Started with one, but kept finding better.

He will sit

And I will be with him

Because I know, without asking,

he enjoys it so much.

And because, without asking,

He knows me well too,

We are going out to breakfast at a little cafe

This morning.

Dreams

Dreams, dreams, dreams
So mumbled, jumbled, tumbled
I can't make heads or tails
Out of them

People, places events
So mixed up, twisted

What I know and what I don't
Create another world
I cannot comprehend
Yet it is
So real
In my sleep

I lie down with my head
Swirling and twirling
Wanting it to stop
But needing to shut my eyes
And rest

To let the remnants
Tumble out of my head
Before I
Open my eyes.

Okay, I'm better now.

Our Little World

When I look out to the mountains or down through the valley or up in the sky our little world seems very, very big.  When I look out to the mountains or down through the valley or up in the sky our little world seems very, very empty.

There are almost 7 billion people on earth, about 120 people on average per square mile.  North America holds about 8% of those people, over 500 million and about 3 out of 5 of those people live in the United States.  California has almost 37 million people in it, 12% of the United States.  Sierra County has a population of just over 3 thousand, .01% of Californians and 3 people per square mile.  And our little town has about 3 hundred humans, 0.000005% of the world's population, not many.