Saturday, September 29, 2012

Harvest Moon

For Bill

Devotee


The dog had been there for many years, both companion and protector. Her love and devotion were obvious and unconditional.

As the family grew and the kids grew up, she grew old. Eventually, time and circumstance gave chance for the family to return the favour.

Now the old girl needed them.



Linking to:
The prompt: 
"Devotion"


Image & story: McGuffy Ann Morris

I see...sorta'


Trying to get
used to 
trifocals.




Friday, September 28, 2012

Lost and Found



By Amy Shojai

Pet behavior expert Amy Shojai takes us on a wild ride in her latest book. This is a very suspense filled novel, with many twists and turns.

Lost and Found tells the story of a little boy who is autistic, his service dog, and the world of science gone terribly wrong. This story is not your typical dog tale.

When the boy and his dog suddenly disappear, his aunt is moved to help. She is an animal behaviorist. Putting her own problems aside, she partners with the dog to find the boy. From here things really spiral out of control. The research facility promises to help, but has ulterior motives. Now countless children are in unspeakable danger and time is of the essence.

This is an interesting novel of science, suspense, and both pet and human behavior.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

It's Definitely Fall


 

Fall is here.
Football is back.

The weather is cooler.

Animals are planning for Winter.

Trees are changing.

As they say, "It's always something."




Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Farmhouse Porch Chat #61

Everyday Ruralty
It is time for the weekly porch chat over at Everyday Ruralty . I haven't been over there in awhile. Time flies, whether you are having fun or not. (Just sayin'.) I hope I haven't hurt Wendell's feelings. Let me just grab some carrots...I'll meet you over there...
For Wendell

This weeks questions and my answers: 1. Please tell me a fond autumn memory. Or tell me something interesting you're doing now that fall is here. Currently, I am enjoying both NASCAR & NFL! This is a special time of year. *lol* Autumn is my favourite time, but this is a reason!

Roush Racing

Green Bay Packers

2. What's your favorite kind of cheese? Yes. I love cheese! Cheese is my favourite.

3. Have you ever been in a wedding, other than your own (if applicable)? Yes. Very stressful! That is one reason we eloped and got married in jeans. Thirty one years later, I am still happy we did it that way. We did later have our marriage blessed.

4. Did you ever do anything as a child to earn money? (Lemon aid stand, crafts, mother's helper, chores, etc.) I did a lot of babysitting.


5. Do you wear a watch? I would be lost without my watch, very lost.

Images by: Photobucket 
(unless otherwise noted)

Becoming Clementine


By Jennifer Niven

This novel is the third in the Velva Jean series by author Jennifer Niven. She continues the heartfelt but incredible journey of Velva Jean. In the first book, we met her and saw as she struggled to grow up in rural Appalachia, and into herself. In the second book, she literally earned her wings, becoming a pilot. In this third book, Velva Jean continues that mission as a woman in the military.

Velva Jean is a Wasp pilot, in the Women’s Air Service Pilot (WASP) Corps. It is 1944, and her mission is transporting pilots from the United States to England. She is also searching for her brother, Johnny, missing in action since D-Day.

While carrying supplies, her plane goes down, crashing in Nazi-occupied France. A male undercover French spy comes to her assistance. Velva Jean enters the world of espionage taking her to Paris, France and across the French countryside in search of justice and freedom.

Not only has Velva Jean honed her craft, so has Jennifer Niven. She has again written a well detailed, very intense novel. This is an amazing story of WWII espionage, women in the Armed Forces, history, geography, romance, and intrigue. Yet, this is also about love, family, patriotism, and a woman being true to self and what she believes, no matter what.

I recommend reading all three of the Velva Jean books.



The Guardian



The Guardian

Mr. C. went over his agenda for the day as he grabbed his briefcase. Locking the car, he smiled at the sign that marked the parking space as his own. He wasn’t getting any younger and was grateful that he didn’t have so far to walk now.

Exchanging the usual pleasantries with associates, Mr. C. grabbed a cup of tea on the way to his office. Once in his office, he set the cup on his desk and verified his schedule. Another long day; there were no cancellations. It seemed there was never enough time.

Mr. C. had spent years learning to help others. His chosen field of expertise had come naturally to him, and he devoted himself to it. He had a wall full of certificates and achievements. Pursuing years of education, he never married. He was simply happiest when helping people.

People sought him and his help. Mr. C. was easy to talk to and trustworthy. They knew they could tell him their secrets, things they could tell no one else. He never judged or belittled anyone. Secrets are a heavy burden, carrying enough shame. He was a safe haven.

All day, Mr. C. listened. He guided with gentle advice. He helped find answers and resolution. He offered understanding. This is why they came to him, so this is what he offered.

At the end of the very long day, Mr. C. felt he had fulfilled his purpose. It was time well spent. He packed up his briefcase, knowing he would not open it once home. With one last glance at the next full schedule, he turned off the light and locked the office door.

The drive home was not a long one. Tired, he stopped to pick up fast food to take home. He never cooked anymore. This was just easier, for so many reasons.

Juggling the food, briefcase, and keys as he walked up to the front door, Mr. C. thought of his old cat. He hadn’t seen Tiger for quite some time. He missed his old friend, and wondered what had happened to him.

With a heavy sigh, Mr. C. carefully moved into the house and down the narrowed hall. Inching past the tall stacks of papers, along with assorted full boxes and bins, he headed for his place in the corner. Once he wiggled into his chair, he set the fast food out onto his lap. Tossing the wrappers aside with the others, he told himself he would worry about them another time.
Story and Image: McGuffy Ann Morris




Sunday, September 23, 2012

"The Portable Pet"


September is “National Emergency Preparedness Month”. As a pet owner, my “furkids” are a serious concern during emergencies. I want them safe, too. The Portable Pet is an item that addresses this concern. It is a pet carrier cover for crates up to 11” in height. There is an opening in the top for the crate handle, with side Velcro strips to hold it in place.

On one side of the cover is a larger pocket, with two smaller ones on the other side. The pockets offer plenty of room for essentials such as food, bowls, and treats, as well as toys. There is a pouch on the back, for ease in carrying a water bottle. The clear pocket on top is perfect for paperwork and records. The D-hooks are convenient for a leash or tags.

When not in use, the cover can be left on the crate or easily folded flat and kept in the crate. It is well made, durable and easy to clean, as well as to use.

This is an essential for owners of small pets. Whether you want to be ready for an emergency or are traveling, this is a wonderful item to have handy. I highly recommend it!

Please visit www.theportablepet.com for more information and to order.



Images by: McGuffy Ann Morris

Saturday, September 22, 2012

September Song



"...days dwindle down
...a precious few..."


September Song, Willie Nelson



Friday, September 21, 2012

"Venting"

I am joining Brenda Youngerman this week, for Pondering with a Purpose. The prompt is "Venting". I gave this careful consideration, as this is one of my concerns: the way people vent. So I will "vent" about "Venting".

We all have feelings and opinions. We all need to express these things and be heard. Sometimes we need to “vent”. “Venting” is a safety valve, to prevent us from imploding. If we hold it all in, we can hurt ourselves, our spirit, or our psyche. However, in letting it out we need to be careful, as well. There are things to consider, doing this in a positive way.

First and foremost, respect others. Venting is not healthy if you hurt someone. There is a fine line between “venting” and “ranting”. It is never acceptable to hurt someone. Words cannot be taken back. Too often, permanent things are said in temporary situations. When you put your words before someone else, their feelings need to be considered, as well.

Anyone can say what they want on their blog, as it is their blog. It is their own forum, their platform, their space; I understand and respect that. It saddens me though, to see people vent there about others. I feel bad for the one at the other end of their “vent”, or “rant”. They are forever chastised. When you put it before the world, everything becomes magnified. However, when the vent is over, the words remain there.

Keep in mind that others also have the right to vent. If you expect others to put up with your occasional venting, then be prepared to listen to others, as well. What goes around comes around.

Whether you vent in private or public, words need to be chosen carefully. Respect yourself and others too. It is not only what you say, but how you say it. If it is not what you would want someone to say to you, don’t say it. Don’t cross the line between venting and ranting.






Thursday, September 20, 2012

De`ja' Voodoo



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The prompt: "Zombies"


De`ja' Voodoo

History was repeating itself.  
Ancient echoes tear hungrily at her soul.
Fear and darkness leave her immobile.
She knows with certainty she will never be free.
Surrendering hope, she is consumed.

                    Story & Image By: McGuffy Ann Morris






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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Gichi-Gami



Gichi-Gami

The lake stirs above, and roils below,
stories and secrets no one can know.
Unknown lies in cold dark abyss,
a deadly risk one can't dismiss.
Adventures sought, some dreams lost,
with price of life the highest cost.
Stories, fables, legends unfold,
history is written as tales are told.

             poem & image by: McGuffy Ann Morris

The Buckeye (iron ore freighter),
following the route of sister-ship
the Edmund Fitzgerald,
on Lake Superior 
(Gichi-Gami is Ojibwe for "Big Water") 

Saturday, September 15, 2012

The Loan



Today I am joining  
The one word prompt is: Awkward.

The Loan
Jeff had a good thing, but didn’t appreciate it. 
Bob saw a good thing, and did.
Bob said, “Let me borrow twenty bucks to take her out on a date.” 
Jeff replied, “She won’t go, but if she does keep the twenty bucks.”
He never had to repay the loan.



If Only...6WS



Time in a Bottle
...if only...


Bill is home. 
If I am scarce, it is because 
I am enjoying my husband. 
I will visit everyone more 
when he goes back on the road.
Thank you for understanding.
We both appreciate it.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Playing with Matches


By Carolyn Wall

Clea Shine was born into a situation that was repeating itself. Clea was born unwanted to an unwed mother, just as her mother had been. Both Clea’s mother and grandmother
lived only to entertain themselves and men in their Mississippi hometown. The prison down the road provided ample opportunity. All of the men in the area knew where to go for a good time, and their women knew it. Everyone also knew that Clea was from this background.

When Clea was born, her mother immediately put her into a basket and gave her to a neighbor woman. Unmarried Jerusha raised Clea as her own child. Clea knew who her mother really was, and always felt out of place. She never felt she really belonged anywhere or to anyone. She felt she was a burden to everyone, including herself.

After a lifetime of struggling with her past and choices made by herself and others, Clea goes back to where it all began. With the help of Aunt Jerusha, Clea forces herself to get the answers she needs and then to face herself.

This poignant novel is heartbreaking and yet redeeming. Carolyn Wall explores how we punish ourselves for things beyond our control. This is a novel not to be missed.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Cat & Author: September 2012

Carole King 
& Telemachus
on her "Tapestry" album,
February 1971.
In 1972, he won a Grammy for 
"best cat to ever appear 
on an album cover".
Carole won a Grammy for
"Tapestry", as well.
Carole King's memoir,
A Natural Woman
was released this year.
(My review: 9-6-12)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Nightshade

Nightshade

She left her babies all alone,
to search for food, her fate unknown.
She walked for miles on tired feet,
for even a morsel of food to eat.
Roaring engine, screeching tires,
headlights burning like wildfires,
to her a wild fearsome beast.
It attacked; her heartbeats ceased.
The babies alone waited for her,
little helpless balls of fur.
God loves creatures, great and small;
surely His angels will heed their call.
                          

                                        ~McGuffy Ann Morris~


Photo: McGuffy Ann Morris


Shared with:  Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, March 2013