Month: August 2016

Unattended Children & Perceived Risks

Why Do We Judge Parents For Putting Kids At Perceived – But Unreal – Risks?

A good article exploring the “evils” of leaving children unattended. I know I supervise my children more than I think is necessary due to the fear of being reported by some busybody.


New Anne of Green Gables Series

Netflix announces a new Anne of Green Gables TV series


An all-female team—director, writer, and producer—are bringing the adaptation to life, with filming slated to start this September. Netflix also announced that while the series will stay true to the foundation of the novel, the show will “chart new territory,” as well, and explore themes of “identity, sexism, bullying, prejudice, and trusting one’s self.”

I hope they don’t ruin it completely but they probably will.





A thistle shot up
between the stonewall and road,
and I awaited its peak,
So close!
Those purple blooms,
I kept returning to its rooted home,
But yesterday it wasn’t there.
Some weedwacker wacked it through
I supposed,
Looking at the trimmed edge.
Such a long anticipated prime,
I almost went again today.


Mr. Bach

Introducing our new pet budgie, Mr. Bach:


It’s a lot of fun watching my girls take care of Mr. Bach- they are extremely diligent and have even picked out music for him to listen to. He is settling in nicely and the girls are eager to finger train him, which shouldn’t be too hard considering he is a hand-raised Budgie.



US Birth Rate: 59.6 births per 1,000 women

America’s Birth Rate is Now a National Emergency 


A Sparrow

a sparrow sharpens

his beak in two quick strokes then

darts into the birch.





“The silent influence of books, is a mighty power in the world; and there is a joy in reading them known only to those who read them with desire and enthusiasm. Silent, passive, and noiseless though they be, they yet set in action countless multitudes, and change the order of nations.” Henry Giles

 Artist: Van Hove


Purple petunias
With  deep purple stars
streaking out from the centers
cascaded from the planter.
I watered them before we left.

They were a gift from you
and I trimmed and deadheaded
and adjusted them so well,
To please you (and myself.)

On our return they were browned
and dried out.

But there was still some green
and I could not forget
or let go of its opulence
So I trimmed, deadheaded
and watered them again
Adjusting the stems.

They may never be the same
I know –
But they might recover and
give me second joy.



And what am I ?
you asked me
I did not know what to say
Then, naked against
White sheets.

But as I wash
and hang them
on the line you
fastened taut,
I know.

You are the keystone
And I a dependent-
a spring point
to your stance,
Unmoving and vital-
My crown.