The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.
Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.
We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.
The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.
In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.
Heritage breeds of chicken lay eggs of every color of the rainbow
and have yolks possessing a richer yellow than any you will find in stores.
People are the same.
It’s not about cages, per se, but about lifestyles.
Are you willing to fly the coop, and produce a richer life?
They say we live in darker times,
but… it’s Spring! the sun is shining,
and I am happy.
Maybe now we can forget the things of
winter, to allow our minds time to reset.
Let us contemplate the yellow daffodils of friendship.
May they bud and blossom in our hearts, minds, and souls.
I love your excitement about your simple house
Show me a tour again
I think I missed a spot.
We’re all hypocrites, each in our own way
Are you willing to acknowledge your flaws?
The truth will make you a better person
No, none for me thank you;
but, I think your wine is a metaphor for your heart:
always pouring over with plenty to share.
Write me a poem,
laugh at my shyness
while watching paradise
on the couch we just moved in