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Sunday Trees 354, Aug 26, 2018

I loved this big stump I found at the hacienda in Guanajuato. It has so many stories to tell, from the rocks that have been soaked up in its growth to the patches of grass it has sprouted to the prettily arranged string caught up in its cragginess. It is like a mountain for ants, with all sorts of adventures in store for them.

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For Becca’s Sunday Trees.

Sunday Stills: Sculpting Water

I love what a duck does to the water that surrounds it.  According to their movements, they sculpt it, setting up patterns and movements that make a lake a giant canvas for ducks.  This duck paddled quickly all the way from one shore of the Guanajuato reservoir to to the other, hoping for a handout, no doubt.  Sadly, I had nothing for it, and look at the wonderful photos it gave to me!

 

 

 

 

http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=778625

Succulents: Flower of the Day, Aug 26, 2018

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I loved this planting of various succulents in an old tree stump at the Hacienda of the 17 Gardens in Guanajuato. I’ll be showing a few more details from those gardens in the next few days.

For Cee’s Daily Flower Prompt.

Vocal Prodigy

Vocal Prodigy

He inherited his talent from his father and his tio.
His guitar riffs were genius and his lyrics were all brio.
“Attaboy,” his parents said when he was in his crib,
crooning his own lyrics of his bottle and his bib.
Amidst all the strident voices, the hip-hop and the rap,
his was a sweet voice in the wilderness of all that other crap.
He crooned about the tortures of diaper rash and croup.
He made beauty of spitting up and love songs out of poop.
He was a child prodigy. Adults all sang along.
And that is why I’m lauding him with this little song.

I am under the weather today to say the least. I slept late, published my Guanajuato post, then slept in the hammock, came inside and slept some more. Woke up at 10:30 PM and got my first three prompts before my internet went out. I could get Forgottenman on Skype and he gave me the last prompt. I’m going to Skype him this silly poem and hope he can post it for me and find an illustration. Thank you, thank you, Forgottenman. My angel.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/25/rdp-86-brio/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/25/fowc-with-fandango-attaboy/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/25/strident/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/wilderness

Guanajuato

I finally whittled my thousand photos taken in Guanajuato down to 135. Both my grand nephew Ryan and I had a fabulous time.  We really didn’t know each other as he was born when I was 49, and by that time, I’d been married for 10 years and had inherited 8 stepchildren.  We were doing arts and crafts shows which kept us on the road 278 days of the year one year, before we found our niche and settled down into it. In our 13th year of doing shows, we were doing 4 to 7 shows a year and doing better than that year when we were almost constantly on the road.  I’ve strayed away from the point, that being that Ryan was in Iowa, we were in California, so when we did see his folks, the visit was fleeting and he was a little boy playing with his brother in the basement.  Then later, when I went to visit my sister (his grandmother) he was in college or away doing apprenticeships.  So, when he graduated from college, I gave him this trip to Mexico as a present.  It was really a present for myself as he turned out to be a charming, enthusiastic, smart young man with a penchant for travel.  This was his first trip out of the States and he was thrilled with everything. The fact that he is vegan turned out, in his words, to be less of a problem than in the states. More about that later.  Here are the photos of our 4 days in Guanajuato. We were on a fabulous tour with nine others and luckily Ryan found a couple of “playmates” in the group…one the 28-year-old son of the tour director and the other a seventy-something trickster named John. You’ll see him in a hard hat next to Ryan. You can click on the first photo to enlarge all photos and see them as a slide series.  Click on the arrow to go on to the next photo.  Some will have captions. Go get a coffee or a martini, settle down, and share our trip:

Please note you have to click on the first photo and then the arrows to see captions: (If your wifi speed is slow as mine is, give them a few minutes to download and then all the images will be clear.  I didn’t and had to wait for individual photos to clear up as they appeared fuzzy at first. I’ll be interested in hearing if any of you had this problem. I published them at a high resolution so they could be increased in size but made for a big file, I’m sure.)

Click on the first photo to enlarge and see all of the captions.

 

Nature’s Offering

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Nature gave Ganesha one little floral offering.

 

For Cee’s Daily Flower Prompt

Mentoring

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Mentoring

Those in their declining years have wisdom they should share
to give incentive to those younger to achieve what they might dare.
Each youth should have an elder ready to inspire

and show him  different types of things to which he might aspire—
to bring a bit of renegade out from where it’s hidden
so he is not inclined to always do what he is bidden.
Just a touch of wildness befits the mildest maiden,
lest she simply be a helpmate much too fully laden.
And they should also all  be told, each sister and each brother, 
not to squash that renegade they might find in another.

 

The prompt words today are elder, inspire, renegade, decline.  Here are the prompt links in case you want to use them and post a link to your blog on their site:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/rdp-84-elder/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/23/fowc-with-fandango-inspire/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/23/renegade/

https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/Decline

In the Rough

Yesterday I talked about writing the Tin Man poem in my hot tub.  Today I showed Forgottenman my originals, scrawled in the drink. He urges that I should show y’all and although at first it seemed pretentious, it occurred to me that I loved looking at original drafts, with corrections, back when we all wrote by hand. So, I’m showing them to you, water drips and all.  It actually shows my process pretty well.  Line-by-line, making lists of rhyming words, choosing one and working toward it in the next line. Crossing out, moving lines. If you enjoy this, why not show me yours?  You can see the finished poem HERE.

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Reviving Barbie’s Predecessors

I was reading my friend Mary McNinch’s charming blog about her play date with her granddaughter and my comment got so long I decided to turn it into a post.  Here it is: 

My housekeeper and friend Yolanda’s seven-year-old daughter Yoli was here one day and I dragged out all my old 9 inch dolls—precursors to Barbie.   Jan, Jeff and Cissette. (Although I couldn’t find Jeff.  Evidently they had a separation.) Yoli proceeded to dress them all wrong, putting Jan’s dress on Cissette (without belt and backwards at that) and dressed Jan in such a dowdy dress that it amazed me I’d ever chosen it in the first place. After she left, they stayed in place, waiting for her return, but school started and she hasn’t been back since. 

That is how, past midnight a few nights later, I found myself seated in front of my sewing table in my guest room, where I’d set Yoli up with the dolls and my Jill and Jan closet and the basket of clothes she’d neglected to put away.  After choosing the “right” clothes for each and dressing her, I replaced the detached doors of the closet, hung all the other clothes neatly in the closet, and posed the girls for best effect.  By then it was about 1:30 a.m. and I closed down the play date with myself and went to bed.  The next day, they had chosen to assume the same position I left them in. They’ve been there for a few weeks, but I have a party tomorrow night and decided it was time for them to go back into seclusion in my art studio.  Makes me kind of sad, though. Luckily, I had a photo shoot before assigning the gals back to the past. I neglected to do a photo shoot of Yoli’s choices of costume, but just as well, I don’t think her heart was really into “retro.”

Click on first photo to see larger views of photos and to see captions.

First Passion

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First Passion

Do you remember
those nights we were transported
by the music we made?
It was a symphony
that resonates through my life
even now.
Reverberating, deep and full
in my memory.

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/rdp-83-remember/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/22/fowc-with-fandango-resonate/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/symphony/

https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/daily-addictions-2018-week-33/transport