My little booger spider

Hi everyone,


Yesterday the small jumping spider was back. I almost missed it. Look on the paver at about 11:00 and you can see it. I just KNEW you wanted to meet the model that inspired the poem!

Don’t Call Me Booger!

Run! Hide!
I’ll eat you up!
Nobody here
I can’t whup!

Call me booger?
Big mistake!
See me coming?
Quiver! Shake!

I got plans
For when I’m bigger.
No more meals
Of flea and chigger.

I’ll eat lion,
Gator, gnu,
Tiger, rhino, hippo –
You!

Nobody here
I can’t whup.
Run! Hide!
I’ll eat you up!

(c) 2018 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved

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Goose Lake in bloom

Hi everyone,

Everything is blooming around here. Between rains we played in the water for a while yesterday. The sky was gray but we still had plenty of color to cheer us.

My morning will be spent reading articles about poetry in the classroom as I prepare to write one of my own on the subject. I look forward to it even though it means pulling back from the new middle grade novel in progress. It will soon be goo foffing time again so I need to make things happen!

A fourteen blossom day

Hi everyone,

Something for the eyes today. Each year we buy two hibiscus plants, one for each end of the pool. This year we were disappointed with what we could find but bought a pair anyway. They looked rather scrawny and for a week or two produced only one or two blossoms each day.

Now they’ve hit their stride and we’re loving them. Yesterday one plant had six blossoms and the other produced eight. It’s a wonder of nature that these magnificent blossoms only last a few hours, from sunup to sundown in a single day.

A great way to start a Saturday

    Hi everyone,

    Running a bit late this morning. Sandy and I sat out by the lake with coffee and cereal and enjoyed the morning breeze. I couldn’t get motivated to leave that spot.

    Yesterday I took a picture of a yellow-winged mayfly freshly emerged and clinging to a window so it seemed to be hanging in space. I worried that a bird would break its neck rushing after such a succulent looking meal. Today the bug is gone and there are no bird bodies so either the mayfly flew away or it became the meal of a more worldly bird than I had imagined. Sadly, I’ve just learned that my picture file is full from so many years of posting so I have to figure out how to make more room or delete some of the older pictures. Hopefully, I can add the mayfly a little later today.

Learning the patience of a tree

Hi everyone,

A few years ago a good friend of ours, Janine Sachs, gave guests at a party small sequoia trees, perhaps six inches tall. We brought ours home and put it in a pot.

We have not been good stewards I’m afraid. During the winter we move the pot into the garage and almost never remember to water it. In summer it comes out into the sun and rain and more consistent watering and it repays us with another few inches of growth, a reminder that inside the heart of this plant lies a giant that can reach 250 feet in its native environments.

I’m sure we need to provide more fertilizer and move our tree into a larger pot. It has been patient with us by continuing to prosper and grow in spite of conditions that sometimes work against it. A lesson to think about the next time I feel like whining.