It’s been pumpkins
Zombies and more
No control with left-over candy
Snow in the forecast
And now time changes
A mind in overload
An internal clock
In conflict with the outside world
Two times zones trying to adjust
Against the back drop
Of winters’ approach
When the night overcomes the day
And the sun at its’ height
Provides no warmth
Maybe I go back to bed
To wake in the spring
We’ll see how the day goes
To give my brain time
To set back or forth
To a standard time
I’m always looking for things in nature that might be of interest to young ones when I do presentations. I had collected this bird nest last fall that fallen to the ground and put in my garage to store. I found this nest very interesting in the materials used and how it was woven.
Well as you can see I had a family of field mice who like my garage as their winter home and saw the nest and thought it would be ideal winter den, after some improvements. With little strands of items on hand they did a nice job of it.
So now that it has been re-purposed and no longer in use I might try to keep it for I pretty sure kids might enjoy seeing it.
I think back to a time a while ago, to a time when children lived at home, a time of a different life.
A time before internet or cable TV, when the only way to hear school cancellations was to listen to a local ‘Country & Western’ station.
My then wife and I both worked and had to leave the house before our then young girls had to go outside and wait for the school bus.
Early in the morning, is not the time when any of us were up the Country & Western tunes to play thru-out the house, so we tried to time it when we put the radio on to listen for school cancellations.
Well, one such morning when a storm was in the forecast, but yet had appear, my girls turned on the radio for the school closings and it was announced that their school was going to be closed, so they headed to the radio to shut it off, when their mother said to leave it on just in cast her work place was going to close, hoping against hope. But before the announcer got to that, he mentioned that it was Tuesday, yet my then wife and I both realized that it wasn’t Tuesday, rather it was Thursday, so what’s up?
To put the finishing touch on this story, it turns out the our dear, loving wonderful girls had taped (in the days’ of cassettes) another days’ school closings with the idea of using it on a day of their liking, when they might be able to get over on us.
Busted, made to go to school over cries and protests.
Two laughing parents driving into work on a day when a storm that never came