she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
it is a total disaster here today, rain on ice on mud and snow. UGH.
ReplyDeletesame here, Marian..dismal, moody, New England late winter...get out your pen, poets love this kinda crap :)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE mud!
ReplyDelete"in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
lucious and the little lame balloon man whistles far and wee"
Over here -- yoo-hoo! -- in the Land of 10,000 Lakes, we raise our pinched, pale faces to the sun and cling desparately to the calendar. Tomorrow is March 1: surely winter can't hang on for too much longer?
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I loved and laughed here today. Wonderful. By the way, I live in Arizona. We are not facing the thaw-flood scene, but had unprecedented, extended cold that destroyed much of the landscape. We will be digging our way through spring.
ReplyDeleteso throw ya hands in the ay-er
ReplyDeletewave em like you just don cay-er
this has a fun beat to it...watch out for the mud...and cant spring get here sooner?
All that water is going to make some super deluxe bursts of color this spring!!!
ReplyDeleteAlthough the weather here is 60 degrees. I remember an ice storm in April. Our boots are still out.
ReplyDeleteI'm wavin' mine like I just don't care...because, well, I just don't care :) (snort)
ReplyDeleteReally, though, I am ready for spring, now and forever. Woot!