I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
The Canada goose
Is on the loose
The Canadian geese
Evade the police
If seen in your counties
Please call the mounties
If loitering in lobbies
Call for the bobbies
Don’t try to chase ‘em
Don’t try to race ‘em
Just frolic and caper
And put ‘em on paper.
And that’s all I’ve got for today.
Time to caper off and delete this…in the morning.
I don’t think Bob Dylan would mind me changing up the words to that song a little bit today. If you live in our neck of the woods, your house has been buffeted by strong winds, your trees are having a mighty swaying party, and dust clouds are obscuring the landscape. I tried to get a photo, but it was hard to get one that told the whole story. When you look at it, insert the sound effects as much as you can.
Last night I went out to take a few photos of the sky and surroundings as the sun was setting. I wanted more color so I cheated and used the vivid setting on my camera. Let’s call it “art” instead of cheating, okay?
Oh yes, that last photo is my announcement that we’ve got our fountains running again, a harbinger of warm weather. Come and visit and we’ll sit on a bench and enjoy the ambiance. Tell me your stories and I’ll tell you mine. Deal?
I’ll probably delete this vividly in the morning.
‘Tis the season!
The garden paintbox cracks open –
Lovely tubes of reds and yellows,
Watercolors splashed among leaves,
Calling out a cheery hello to your neighbors
“Hello! I’m just passing through!
Happy to pose for photos!”
Don’t forget:
Jesus is the reason for this season, too.
‘Tis also the season for deleting. Deleting happens.
Somehow it seems right to put these photos together.
The second photo is from when my dad was experimenting with trick photography back when he was about 14 years old. The caption was his.
As in water face reflects face,
So the heart of man reflects man.
Proverbs 27:19
As in blog, post deletes post, so the heart of a blogger deletes post. Or something like that.
When robins appear
And lay their beautiful eggs
Spring is what hatches
When blog posts appear, deleting is what hatches.
It’s hard to put out content when I’m having trouble with my arm, so I’m going to post just a photo or two from the dead photo file each day for a bit. Let the photos tell you things while i rest my arm. Prayers appreciated!
delete?
When you have a summery day in March
You sit on your garden bench,
Even though dry stalks and faded glories
Are the only things left in it.
A distant train whistle sings,
The faithful owl keeps watch
(I am amazed that no one stole it
Over the long winter – hooray!)
The spring-warm sun greets my face
Bringing on fit of sneezing (does that happen to others?).
Once – twice – thrice…I think I’m done.
I wish those killdeer that I hear would come visit.
I brought four books out to read,
Which seems like an absurdly optimistic pile.
Instead I sit, watch, listen,
And hope there are wisps of poems in the breeze.
This morning I was chased and harassed
By a goblin named Anxiety
Until finally I knelt by my bedside
To hash it out with the Lord.
Be anxious for nothing…
Let your requests be made known to God.
I told Him everything – really, I did!
The goblin stood by to remind me what I was anxious about.
It was a revolving door there for awhile:
Anxiety out, peace in; peace out, anxiety in.
But I just kept taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ
Until that old goblin slunk away in disgrace.
Hours later, I’m out under a fresh blue sky
In this Hallelujah Garden
Where God’s greening up the earth
And banishing the goblins of the morning.
I’ve been reading a book of poetry by Billy Collins and thought I’d take a stab at his style of conversational poems.
I’ll probably banish this hob-bloggin in the morning.
A post from almost exactly 7 years ago:
March 28, 2018 Sharpen
There’s no getting around it – when you sharpen a pencil, some of the good stuff has to go. It seems wasteful, but it’s part of the cost of getting a sharp point with which to draw and color (notice how I avoided leaving a dangling preposition there, and do likewise). It’s interesting how so many things have to be sharpened to be at their best: knives, arrows, scissors, people… Yes, I did that – I added people to the mix. As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another, said the Preacher. Being sharpened usually doesn’t feel good, but it equips us to be better tools for God’s service. Put me up against that whetstone; sharpen me like a pencil. The stuff that grinds off or peels away isn’t essential and I’m better off without it. Give me a nice, sharp point and set me loose.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
I’m having a bit of trouble with my arm this week, so instead of writing new posts, I’m going to re-post the first five posts I wrote when I started this blog back in March of 2018, seven years ago. Here’s the first one in which by complete happenstance, I signed off with what would become my signature sign-off: some version of “I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
March 27, 2018 I Will Awaken the Dawn
This seems unnecessarily complicated.
I’m switching to WordPress from Blogger to get access to the photos on my iPad (my blog there was called “Further Up and Further In,” a nod to C.S. Lewis). https://fari-blog.blogspot.com/
Now that it comes to it, I don’t have much to say about this photo, one of the first I took on my new Nikon D3400 camera with the nifty 70-300 lens that came with it. I was in my bathrobe and slippers outside on a frosty cold morning when I took this, hoping to see birds in yonder tree, but had to be content with yonder tree against the dawn sky. The Psalmist said, “I will awaken the dawn.” Something tells me that I would have had to be awake before dawn to be able to use that quote accurately.
I’ll probably delete this blog entry later when I get this all figured out (this is somewhat akin to the Dread Pirate Roberts telling Westley everyday “I’ll probably kill you in the morning.”).
It’s getting late, so I’ll just plunk a couple photos on here and call it a day. The theme is: Endings
Farewell, poinsettia!
Beautify the yard with your brave and bold leaves.
Sunset through the front door.
From the rising of the sun
to the setting of the same
the name of the Lord
is to be praised.
Psalm 113:3
I’m plunking this one in the morning.
That title might be the best part of this post, by the way, but forge on just in case.
I took a few photos from my digital album today and subjected them to some upgrades (or not) through the use of photo editing programs.
What name would you give this fine specimen of a squirrel?
Somehow a haiku appeared on this photo, though not the product of AI, but LI (Lynniebee Intelligence).
Adding a green-ish background to these oranges just made the orange color pop a bit more. The oranges played an important part in the cake, by the way. Oh, haven’t I mentioned the cake yet? Read on!
And last, but not least, we ate cake, due to the celebration of my husband’s birthday. I won’t tell his age, but will give you the hint that yes, I still need him and feed him.
And day turned to night, the sky became dark, rain will turn into snow, and we are glad to be indoors.
This post will turn into empty seed bristles in the morning.
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