A Little Sunshine on a Snowy Day

There is no greater joy on this earth than being in the warmth of family. This is the first picture I've had taken with my two Granddaughters since they were babies. I love them dearly. I love all of my Grandchildren dearly, along with my children. This picture was taken at Jolyn's baby shower. My little nephew is due in two weeks.

Dear God I thank thee for moments like this
where on a snowy day, smiles brighten the day with bliss.
Family joined together for lots of fun
awaiting the arrival of our new little one.
But most of all thank you for my lovely granddaughters
who are extra beautiful, like the sunflowers.

Poncho Low

Grandpa called me Poncho
a nick name he had given,
"Everyone needs a nick name,"
he said, no other reason given.
Yes you're my little poncho
so grab your fishing pole,
lets go catch us dinner
from the pond just down below.
I followed right behind him
down the hill so grassy green,
to the little fishing lake
he built for grandma- his queen.
Grandpa called me Poncho Low
when ere I was in trouble
the worse thing I could do round him
was chew on ice he put into my water.
Grandpa called me Poncho
a name not heard for years,
It's really just a little sad
when you lose a name so dear.
Grandpa called me poncho
a nickname I won't forget,
so when my days are over
standing by the pearly gates,
I'm sure I'll hear my name,
"Poncho."
Then I'll hear him say,
"Grab your fishing pole
Let's go catch our dinner."

My Celtic Harp

The Magic Of The Harp My ears directed me to sweet music - among the trees
As I rounded bout the bend - my eyes beheld the beauty
She sat upon a rock - surrounded by tall blades of grass
The flowers all around her - the music sweeter than wine
The artistic work of wood and string held gently in her arms - she played
The notes flowed smoothly through the woods - while faeries danced
I came to realize it then - the magical notes from the Celtic harp
Sweet like honeysuckle - drawing all who heard into a spell
Joyful play and healing power known not - to just anyone.

My Mandolin

One of my passions in life is music. I love playing music especially with other musical people, and I love listening to it. Call it a midlife crisis or what ever, but I decided to try out a new instrument other then the guitar, the auto harp, tambourine, harmonica, and so on that I love playing. I invested in a Mandolin. The first song I learned just yesterday was Cripple Creek. It is so much fun and now I'm ready to learn more songs. I've learned the chords on it but playing the songs on this cool instrument is so much fun.

The Outhouse

Pondering on the "old days," my memory slips into the days when having a color TV meant you were coming up in the world. But most of all toilets were a blessing which not all people had. Yes, I suppose I'm getting older, not old mind you, but older since being able to recall those days is quite an ancient story. My mama had to do it all the time, thank God I didn't. I only used one when we went to the cabins with Grandpa and Grandma Low.
Awe yes, baring your butt in the freezing cold while the warmth streamed down, down, down, into the darkness of the deep hole. Then running on the tall grassy path from what ever may have been in the hole, while pulling your pants up, back to the cabin and hoping the bear who went over the mountain didn't catch up to you, was quite a trip.
I wasn't very old in those days, Id say around seven, but you will never be able to comprehend the celebration which took place, in secret, of how absolutely happy I was when Grandpa and Grandma finally built a cabin that had an indoor toilet. No more going out in the woods with that dreadful fear of the big bad wolf coming after me, or the bear I mentioned earlier. And no more looking down, down, down, into the stinky darkness of the dreaded hole that I was always afraid I might fall in.
Do kids these days really appreciate the invention of an indoor toilet - that if you fall in you won't go far? I'll clean that darned toilet any day rather then have to ever worry about using the outhouse again.
I'd tip my hat, if I had one, to the many people I know who had to use the outhouse on a regular basis.