Flying from Dallas/Ft. Worth to Guadalajara. Incredible clouds. And, an incredible next-door neighbor. He was such a good boy. Please click on these photos to see them full size. It is worth it.
One favor, please. One viewer has said when they click on the first photo that it shows an arrow to advance to the next photo, but that it won’t advance. Can you please try clicking through the entire series and see if they advance and enlarge for you, then comment below? And also, please tell me what browser you were using. It looks like they do not advance and enlarge on Safari, but I’m wondering if the same is true on other browsers. They seem to work on Firefox and Chrome, but Chrome does not enlarge them as much as Firefox does.
News Flash: Sue at Nan’s Farm has given a solution. If you can’t advance through and enlarge the photos by clicking on them, clear the cookies from your browser and it will work. This worked for me on Safari. Let me know if it works on other browsers. Thanks, Sue!!!
I arrived home past midnight last night and this morning, I was greeted by this newest hibiscus: 
For Cee’s FOTD
Words and the Man
The words lie pinned upon the sheet, mistress to his demands,
only brought into the light by his complicit hands.
They may want to wage battle or to stray off and meander,
but they have given power away to a new commander.
The glut of letters marches straight across the written page,
tip-toeing or stomping off in a pent-up rage.
They are but the eggs of thought contained within the shell,
but he knows how to scramble them. He’s learned the method well.
Words may portend the future or they may reflect the past.
He may hide them deep in steerage or fly them from the mast.
And whether it’s a novel, a poem or a song,
With words he weaves a cable to tow us all along.
The Spin
I like your luminosity, your gusto and your style,
and I hope your personality is lacking in its guile.
They say that you are driven to prosper at your game
so all the folks who put you down will come to know your name.
But fame is not the whole of it. Other things count more.
One who strives for fame alone turns out to be a bore.
How you get to where you are means more than where you get.
Those doubling down on kindness almost always win their bet.
Prompts for today are luminosity, gusto and driven. Photo by Derek Lynn on Unsplash.
Blossoming Creed
Life, let me be a conduit to a positive future.
Let me not be bound by tradition even though I honor it.
Let me not be deterred by the lack of success
of those who went before me,
but let me learn from their experience.
Let me take pleasure from small successes
but aim for larger ones.
Let me create my own path
in a manner pleasurable to me,
be it bulldozer or pruning shears,
drawing pencil or paint brush.
Let my world be a new one
never before seen
and let me fit within it
with joy and open arms
for those who wish to join me in it.
Prompts today are conduit and tradition. Image from Unsplash.
New Baby Blues
I rue the day my mom acquired my new baby brother.
I wish that she’d return him and come back with another.
When I first saw him, he was cute and I was rather proud,
but that’s before I knew the fact that he would be so loud.
When he cries, he makes a sort of ear-splitting sharp bleating
all the time Mom’s in the kitchen seeing to the heating
of the bottle used to apportion out his dinner.
You’d think for all the fuss he makes that he was growing thinner,
Yet I swear that day-by-day, to my great disgust
that he’s growing bigger—fatter and more robust!
And when he isn’t sleeping or drinking or deranged,
he is damp or poopie and insisting to be changed.
I think this baby’s broken and I think we need a new one.
I asked if I could go along when they go to view one,
but Mommy says there’s no return because this one is used,
while Daddy uttered not a word—just stood looking amused.
It really isn’t funny, though. In fact, I’m most annoyed
that they have less time for me now that they’re employed
taking care of baby—making sure he’s fed and well
while all this time I’ve been here too, living in baby Hell!
He’s diapered, held and cuddled, sung to and adored
while his older sister sits here feeling bored.
They say that I’ll feel different once he’s more grown up,
but if it were up to me, I’d trade him for a pup!
Prompt words today are proud, heating, apportion, damp and rue.
I went to the polo matches in Sheridan, Wyoming with my sister and brother-in-law and their friends today. There were polo players from all over the world there as well as a diverse audience. The African Gray parrots are the team mascots of one of the teams and attend all of their matches. Both their mom and their dad are polo players and owners of the team. The bulldog is also a regular member of the audience and meanders at will.
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