Quietly we slip away

days run seamlessly together

birds waiting patiently

having faith

the feeder will be full

before the chipmunk returns

leaves swept clean by some

others watch them disintegrate

Christmas lights burn brightly

others stand in simple quietness

watching stars skittering across the sky

to fall

to wait

the world waits quietly

the universe

quietly waiting




the song

to hear

and then

slip quietly


Fat Grannie’s adventure planned for the day

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estate • sale .4 (Photo credit: origamidon)


Off to another Estate Sale. Wonder what the sweater holds today?


If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.

Henry David Thoreau




No update about weight loss; have been eating less than 1274 calories a day.



The Crayon Box That Talked

The Crayon Box That Talked

While walking into a toy store the day before today
I overheard a crayon box with many things to say

“I don’t like Red!” said Yellow and Green said “Nor do I”
“And no one here likes Orange but no one knows just why”

“We are a box of crayons that doesn’t get along
Said Blue to all the others “Something here is wrong”

Well, I bought that box of crayons and took it home with me
And laid out all the colors so the crayons all could see

They watched me as I colored with Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange and every color in between

They watched as Green became the grass and Blue became the sky
The Yellow sun was shining bright on White clouds drifting by

Colors changing as they touched becoming something new
They watched me as I colored – they watched me till I was through

And when I finally finished I began to walk away
And as I did the crayon box had something more to say

“I do like Red!” said Yellow and Green said, “so do I”
And Blue you were terrific! So high up in the sky

“We are a box of crayons each one of us unique
But when we get together the picture is more complete”

By Shane DeRolf