Thursday, August 21, 2014

Good Fences #22

Kansas cattle weathering a very stormy day.


Bill drives a refrigerated truck. Most of his loads are food, 
and most of those are meat loads. Consequently, he travels 
back and forth through cattle country quite often. It is always
interesting for me to observe the animals in their environment
(even when we are going 65 MPH).  




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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Rubbish Tuesday #16


A rusty relic in an lonely, old Texas town.




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Monday, August 18, 2014

Sweet Dreams


I believe in dreams. I believe we need to dream and I believe dreams can come true. The first poem that I truly took to heart was at the age of 13. The poem is:

“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.”
                         ~Langston Hughes
As humans, dreams bring us hope. We cling to our hopes and dreams. They keep us afloat during difficult times. They move us forward to our accomplishments. They can help us overcome fears by pushing us to reach for that elusive golden ring in life.
In our youth we learn to dream. We dream of what our life will be like, who we will become, and even who we will share it with. We dream of what we will be, what we will do with our life. The possibilities are endless, and usually will change as we grow.
As we get older we change; life changes us. Consequently, our dreams change, too. That is the beauty of dreams: dreams can be changed. We can give up some dreams; we can create new dreams. Sometimes we realize dreams may not be practical. Some dreams may not be within our control. If we hold onto these dreams, they can keep us from seeing the beauty of our reality. We risk never being happy.
Let us appreciate what we have, even if it means letting go of things that are not meant to be. Let us find new dreams when old ones become broken or worn out. Let us never miss out on blessings because we cling to old dreams.
I believe in dreams, but I believe in blessings, too. We need to remember that reality is even more important than dreams. Some dreams are not meant to be, no matter how much we wish for it. However, some blessings become our reality even though we never wished for it. 
Sweet dreams are made of these.

(Bad) Poetry, by Bill

Ode to Sam

Not heftylump,
not woozle,
for she's just a cow
in cat's pajamas.

~Bill Morris

Sam blessed our home and hearts for nearly twenty years. Sam knew no limits to life or love. She talked to everyone (or just herself) her entire life. She was the dominant female over all of our "own" cats and the fosters/rescues as well. She even ruled the dogs. Sam's queendom was ruled by love, though. She did not have a bit of meanness in her heart or soul. 

Sam chose Bill as her "purrson", though she loved everyone. She was the first cat who ever owned Bill. It made a lasting impression on him. Though he is really a musician, he penned this poem just for her when she wasn't much more than a kitten. She was very unique and very much loved.

Though she has been over the Rainbow many years now, Sam lives on in our memory and our hearts. This one is for her...from Bill.