Day 363 – 500 Pieces

500 Pieces

Day 363

Picture Puzzle Piece by Shel Silverstein

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin’ on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin’ in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Day 309 – Would You Walk It?

Would You Walk It?

Day 309

All Things Decay and Die by Robert Herrick

All things decay with time: The forest sees
The growth and down-fall of her aged trees;
That timber tall, which three-score lustres stood
The proud dictator of the state-like wood,
I mean the sovereign of all plants, the oak,
Droops, dies, and falls without the cleaver’s stroke.
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Well, I am feeling pretty full of myself at this point, having completely caught up with my posts!  I am likely going to break my arm while patting myself on the back for actually getting out to get the photos each day too and while I am at it, why not congratulate myself for reading 6 books in the meantime?  I do have to say that it is getting somewhat difficult to do all of this self-congratulation while my cat, Booker, fights me for the keyboard of my laptop, rolling and stretching ever closer to it.  Silly little cat!
I WAS pleasantly surprised tonight as I went back through the posts on Pablo Buitrago’s page that I have missed while reading and found that he has given me the Sunshine Award!  Thank you so much, Pablo!  And as promised, I am responding to the award on this, my final “catch-up” post for this week:
Thanks, Pablo!

What is your favorite color? : I like BLUE.  Any shade of blue will do, though I particularly like that shade that graces the top of a police car when the officer is pulling someone over – hopefully not me though!

Favorite Animal? : Cats – could I be a crazy old cat lady someday?  Possibly…..

Favorite Number? : I haven’t really thought about a favorite number, but I do like even numbers better than odd!

Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink? : Ice.  Water.  Yum.

Prefer Facebook or Twitter? : Facebook – Twitter’s soundbites just annoy the bejeebers out of me – and yes, I do have a Twitter account that only my WordPress posts go to.  I don’t remember the password.

My Passion? : Faith, Family, Fotos.

Prefer Getting Or Giving Gifts? : I am more comfortable giving than receiving.

Favorite Day Of The Week? : Sunday, then Monday – it is the beginning of a fresh new week full of new possibilities!

Favorite Flowers? : Narcissus.  No, lilac!  No, Lily of the Valley!  Or maybe hyacinth or iris.  I can’t possibly choose!

I am supposed to award this Sunshine Award to some people, however as I look through all of the fabulous and talented and wonderful folks I follow, I am having a very difficult time choosing just a few!  But choose I shall:

Antoinette at the Cooking Spree brings me sunshine in every recipe she beautifully presents.

Dawn at 3 Quarters Today brings me sunshine in every positively positive post!

Bonnie at All I’ve Got is a Photograph brings me sunshine with each sweet comment she gives me and each sweet photo she posts.

I am going to stop at three because my brain is positively *boneless* and weary from making it work so hard!  Good night all!

Day 300 – Rush

Rush

Day 300

Eel-Grass by Edna St. Vincent Millay

No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.

Day 298 – The Robert E. Lee

The Robert E. Lee

Day 298

Cool Cool Water

Cool cool water where I rest my head
You keep me running to a single bed
Yellow moon rising on the riverboat wild
You keep me running like a child

Yellow moon rising on the riverboat wild
You keep me running like a child

Bobby don’t know
He’s got a funny way of seeing situations
Call him on the phone
And ain’t it funny but he never seems to come home

Bobby don’t know
He’s got a funny way of seeing situations
Call him on the phone
Ain’t it strange that he never seems to go home

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This is the Robert E. Lee and it resides in Lowell, MI.  I am not sure if it actually leaves its moorings any longer, but when I was a girl it would travel up and down the Grand River if the water levels weren’t too low.  Each year a grand production is staged on the boat and it is a very popular event.  My aunt, Bonnie, danced and sang in quite a few of the productions when she was younger.  Looking at the boat today as it sat floating near the seawall, I wondered about its history of which I know little but can imagine a lot.  Whose feet have walked this boat and what waterways did it traverse?  Did gamblers sit, stone-faced over a terrible hand of cards while ladies in colorful silk sashayed on the promenade?  I wonder if this boat saw action in the Civil War, ferrying supplies back and forth?  And I wonder how this riverboat ended up in a small town in Michigan?  I suppose I have some digging to do, don’t I?