Category Archives: REALITY

Turn the key and Jerry Mungo springs to life and sings me up the hill and into town.  I’m dancin’ in my seat for there are tunes you cannot sit and listen to no matter what.  Blast it up and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Turkey buzzard cutting circles in the morning sky, spirals getting smaller, smaller; moving a degree or two above the trees each cycle.  Hungry he is. I watch and wonder if I can wait his table.  Hold up the seed-filled thievin’ … Continue reading → Continue reading →

You know the day’s about to unfold as something unusual when a birthday caller to a radio station requests Nancy Sinatra’s Boots song. Yesterday was terrific.  Sat down with a friend in a casual meeting on his short stories and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

By invitation only, and even then a few unwanted weeds and tunneling mole crash through.  The first to turn up are the turnips, drunk already it would appear for they are staggering in the row.  A gentle rain outside today … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Taking a break in the shop, minimizing, maximizing short stories in Word as I proofread.  Check e-mail, check Bloglines, play Slider Tiles, and read Section P, pages 241 through 280 of A Writer’s Reference.  The easily recognized roar of a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Three kinds of tomatoes, hot and sweet peppers, yellow squash, cucumbers, turnips, lettuce, dill, radishi, basil, green beans, cilantro, leeks, dahlias, poppies and phlox.

I work alone to music of the birds of early morning, their chirping sharper in the dampness still clinging from the night rain.  The soil is dark with wetness, each surviving weed a telltale brighter green.  The hoe cuts through … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This is another one of my odd discoveries that I seem to be making in this latter part of life, so pass it by if you’ve not the head for it today. Lying in bed last night, in position on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Happy June. That said, let’s move on to the nitty gritty business end of what the month means.  Gardening:  All million petunias have been set into soil somewhere or another.  If they don’t like it there, they can die if … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Tonight is the Tunxis CC graduation.  My congratulations to them all along with best wishes to move along with all the tools they’ve been given to build something greater for themselves than they had with them before they entered. One … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Once upon a time they meant the same.  I have always tried to support the locals.  Feeling useless to help the world at large; feeling that in this way too, the purchasing of goods as well as in the aid … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Two days dirty, soil encrusted even in my ears.  Bone weary tired and sweaty, stopping now and then to settle in the shade with watered ice and one book or another for just a while.  The sun so hot, hot … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sun hotter than a week ago, I feel it burning on my arms in pulling weeds and hoeing up the garden.  Too much work; today the pain reminds me of my age and yet there is a drive within to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This morning, a mellow blue sky sponge-painted with clouds. Continue reading →

Waylon creeps into my soul and settles in somewhere down deep.  I feel him.  The music moving inside me; the stroke of words softly reaching up to twist my heart; the low growling voice tweaking, touching places he has no … Continue reading → Continue reading →