Color Week: We Lichen the Moss

Taken January 18, 2010.
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Color Week: Moving Up in the World

Taken January 19, 2010.
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Color Week: Not So Thorny

to find some bright color.


Taken December 31, 2009.
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Color Week: The Gift of a Winter Evening

Sunset view generously provided by bare trees.


Taken January 17, 2010.
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Color Week: The Gift of a Winter Morning

Sunrise view generously provided by bare trees.


Taken January 14, 2010.
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We're Innocent!

Honest! We never touched her!

Taken January 4, 2010.
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Sunday Poetry Post

Inside or Outside: Your choice.

Jim's View May, 2009

Andi's View January, 2010

Fences
by Michael S. Robinson

A fence is a border, constructed in order
to keep things contained or outside.
It keeps cows from wand’rin’, dries laundry, post-laundrin',
and barbed ones leave scars on a hide.

A fence makes good neighbors and fosters behaviors ,
harmonious, kind, and benign .
It's a perch for a bird or a home for the herd
or an excellent spot for a vine.

A fence guards the melons, incarcerates felons,
keeps chickens from fleeing the coop.
It keeps your yard cleaner, makes neighborin' fields greener,
and it keeps your best steeds in a group.

There are fences of bricks. There are fences of sticks.
There are ones made of wire and blocks.
There are gates for your pards, and recessed cattle guards---
for security, latches and locks.

There are times you may say that a fence blocks the way
to that place you consider your goal,
and the only solution to get what you’re choosin’s
becoming a bird or a mole.

Fences high, fences low--they control where you go,
so it’s worth sprouting wings, you will find,
‘cause the only un-climbable fence, in a sense,
is the one you create in your mind.