Monday, July 29, 2013

Busy Week

Bill is home for a few days! His days at home are precious and few. It will be a busy week for us, as we try to get things done together. I am limited in my usefulness, so when he is home we try to catch up on things that I can't do. Having a man around the house is a wonderful thing!

Please be patient with me if I seem a bit scarce, or don't post, comment, or do memes as usual. I am just busy with my husband, and will catch up later. It is a blessing having him home, and being able to be together as a family! Thanks for understanding.


"Just Jumpy the Dog"

Linked to: Aww...Monday

Saturday, July 27, 2013


They had grown up together, sharing life’s adventures, experiences and a deep friendship. Time passed, age eventually taking its toll and separating them forever.

A final promise was made to honour the special friend and their bond. As she laid to rest her longtime friend beneath a tree on the hill, the promise was kept.

On the old dog’s gravestone is stated, “Love Surpasses Death”, because it does.

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

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Word Prompt: Limitless

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Just Peachy

We acquired a peach tree
from Southern Illinois.
We planted it a couple of years ago,
when it was still quite small.
This year it literally blossomed, 
both surprising and pleasing us!



The peaches are small, but very good!

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Not Your Mother’s Book…On Dogs

Created By Dahlynn McKowen, Ken McKowen, and Kathleene Baker

This is a very special book for dog lovers. From stories about puppy antics to adult dog adventures, this is a unique anthology collected by submission from actual dog owners. The stories are funny, upbeat, entertaining and often outrageous, making it a most unique dog book.

Many of the stories are about rescue dogs. Each story in this special anthology celebrates the relationship between the average dog owner and their “Furkid”. Filled with love and joy, the stories clearly tell of the bond between owner and dog through the many stages of life. 

As you read these stories, you will recall stories from your own experiences with your dogs. This is a book you will want to read again, and also share it with others. I recommend this book for anyone who has loved and been loved by a dog.

I won this book through Becky Lewellen Povich, "Writer, Humorist and Bliss Follower". Please visit Becky at her wonderful website:

Tuesday, July 23, 2013


It’s unclear
what draws you here.
Life is a wreck.
I deal from the deck
of the house of cards,
broken heart in shards.
Lo and behold,
a story to be told.
No one hears
as it falls on deaf ears.

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture by: Photobucket

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Summer Safety for Pets

Please watch this video on Summer Heat 
Safety Care for your pets. For more information,
seek the expert guidance of your veterinarian.
Please remember if you are uncomfortable,
your pet is, also! 

Saturday, July 20, 2013


He knew the time was close, and asked me to stay with him. I sat and held his hand, as he talked through the dark night.

He told me stories from a life well lived, filled with much experience. At dawn, as he finally closed his eyes, he whispered, “I see it all now. I understand.”

Looking upon his now still and peaceful face, I knew that he did.

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

Linked to: 
Word Prompt: Wisdom

Friday, July 19, 2013

Guessing Game

A cat plays a guessing game, 
and quite well, too!

Linked to: Feline Friday

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Maggie's Life

Maggie P. is a very dignified and  proper lady.
She is a polydactyl Maine Coon,
and a 2008 Champion CFA Show Cat.

She is "retired" so  that does not matter really,

because Life is really about having fun,
playing, living, loving & being loved...

...& then sleeping peacefully in your own place,
in the security of your own forever home. 
Sweet dreams,  Maggie. We love you. ~xo~

Linked to:  Cat Thursday

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

A Hot Summer

*I received this from a friend & wanted to share.
I know many can relate to it!

...the birds have to use tongs to pull the worms out of the ground. 
...the trees are whistling for the dogs. 
...the best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance water comes from both taps. can make sun tea instantly. learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron. 
...the temperature drops below 90 F and you feel a little chilly. discover that in July it only takes two fingers to steer your car (one on each hand). discover that you can get sunburned through your car window. actually burn your hand opening the car door. break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 5:30 A.M. realize that asphalt has a liquid stage. 
...the potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter. 
...the cows are giving evaporated milk. are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs. 
~Author Unknown~

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Horologist

Ivan had been a clockmaker for decades. He could still do it well, in spite of his advancing years. Of course, it was more than that. He fixed clocks of all kinds, too. Ivan even cared for the clock in the town square.

All around his tiny storefront the town had grown. You could hardly call it a town anymore; it was now more of a city. Business wasn’t the same, either. There wasn’t the same call for what Ivan did, as there once was. Yet he continued on, feeling a purpose.

Ivan took great pride in his shop, as well as his craft. He surrounded himself with clocks of all kinds. He had fancy clocks, simple clocks, grandfather clocks, and cuckoo clocks among many others. He had new clocks, but he preferred the old clocks feeling a connection of age with them. He understood them, as if they were his family.

Every morning before dawn, Ivan would rise in his little apartment at the back of his shop. He would wind his pocket watch, and then go about winding each clock in the shop carefully. As he went he would inspect each one. It was important to keep them wound and in good working order. He didn’t do it for sales really, but rather feeling he was doing each one justice. He did his job so they could do theirs.

Finally, Ivan would check the time on his pocket watch once more. He was always careful to open on time; it was important. Sweeping his sidewalk, he would wave to the other shopkeepers. Seeing his familiar, dependable and friendly face, they waved back.

Ivan had clients who had come to him for many years. These days however, most people usually came in to have their watches repaired or batteries changed. That was fine with him. On a good day, someone brought him a clock to fix. Sometimes they came in just to see his clocks. He liked to tell them about the clocks and their history.

One morning the sign did not turn to “Open”.  People immediately knew this was not like Ivan. His routine was well known, running like proverbial clockwork. He was a fixture as much as the town clock was.

The police were called to assist with a well check call.  They found Ivan seated at his workbench. A smile on his face, he looked very peaceful they said.  In his hands was his old pocket watch; both now still. 

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Photo by: Photobucket

Monday, July 15, 2013

Aww...Monday #189

"Summertime, and the living is easy."
~DuBose Heyward

Linked to: Aww...Monday

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Haiku: Swing

My childhood gone
through center of the tire
hanging from old tree

Haiku #323: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

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Saturday, July 13, 2013


It was dark when Dale woke up confused, unable to move or speak. He could hear machines, and voices discussing a terrible accident involving him.

They were saying there was no hope, no possible way for him to recover.  He tried to tell them that he could hear them and that he would be fine, but they did not respond. 

Slowly, Dale realized in horror that he was trapped, locked within himself, with no way out.

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Photo by: Photobucket

Linked to: 
Word Prompt: Locked

Friday, July 12, 2013

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Cats & Dogs

We were a home without a dog 
for about a year. The cats had
grown accustomed to that, and
then we brought Stella home.

They really were fine without a dog, 
except for Chloe Jo, who loves 
everyone who will love her back.

It took a little convincing that we 
"needed" a dog again. It wasn't hard,
they just didn't see it as a need.

Grizelda is not a dog fan at all, 
though she has been quietly 
accepting of Stella. 

She was afraid of what the dog may 
be capable of. Chloe Jo should worry;
as she is the one wants constant
attention from everyone. 

Of course, everything went fine.
They all worked it out, and
everyone knows their place
& what to do.

Stella pretty much goes with the flow;
she knows she is outnumbered
(it's pretty much like this).

Truthfully, Stella completes our family.
Maggie P., Grizelda, & Chloe Jo 
all love her, and she loves them.
Of course, we love them all
and they know it.

The Gordonston Ladies Dogwalking Club

By Duncan Whitehead

This is a very unique novel, filled with colourful characters and drama. While it may be classified as a sort of mystery, it is a soap opera, as well.

The story revolves around the Gordonston area of Savannah. A popular neighborhood park is where many residents meet and walk their dogs. Within the neighbourhood is a close-knit group of women who does everything together. When one of the women dies of cancer, the dynamics of the group changes. People change, lines are crossed, secrets come to light.

In fact, it seems there are many secrets and mysteries brewing in Gordonston. From financial problems to politics, questionable relationships to inappropriate conduct, there is a lot going on in this book.

Duncan Whitehead has written an entertaining book with dark humour and drama, along with many twists and turns. This is a great summer read.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I’ll See You Again

By Jackie Hance

This is a very important memoir. It is written by Jackie Hance, who lost her three daughters in a tragic auto accident. Jackie shares with us the collateral damage of such an emotional and physical loss, and its effects on her, her husband, and their marriage. Her very faith was shaken to the core.

The auto was driven by the girl’s Aunt Diane. The story was told extensively in the media at the time. One haunting detail was that before the accident, the girls talked to their parents on a cell phone. They said, “Something is wrong with Aunt Diane”. The girls knew something was not right and were afraid.

As time went by, undeniable facts were proven through testing that Aunt Diane was the cause of the accident. Jackie and Warren struggle together and separately to deal with the loss of their daughters, Emma, Alyson and Katie. They must also deal with the reality of the cause of it, another loved one: Warren’s sister, Diane. The stress and emotional toll was overpowering.

In writing this profound and brave memoir, Jackie shows how she and Warren find their way back to each other. She also shows how they learn to forgive each other and themselves as well as others involved in the tragedy.

Through their journey of love and healing, they survive to ultimately celebrate the lives of their daughters. They also are able to celebrate their new daughter, Kasey. This is an amazing story of a family, tragedy and eventual triumph. 

Tuesday, July 9, 2013


Winter had set into their lives with age. Cold seeped into their bones, as drafts seemed to whisper of what was to come. Their time on earth was fading, as time together on the old farm was slipping away quickly.

She asked how she would go on without him, as she fussed over his medication and keeping him comfortable. He told her that he would always be there. He would always be a part of her life. She said she wasn’t sure of that. How could she hold onto that, as she could him? He assured her that she would see reminders, and would know he was still there. He promised her, and said she only had to believe.

One bitter morning when she awoke, he was gone. In the night he had drifted away, leaving her alone. The cold was deeper, and the night was darker now. Winter seemed it would never end. She again wondered how she could go on without him.  She could only feel the harsh loneliness of his absence.

Finally spring came, but she only had more to do now. As she went about her endless chores, she suddenly noticed the sunshine. Looking up, she saw the birds nesting in the full green trees. Beneath her feet, she felt the lush green grass again. Life was coming back to the farm, and to her.

From somewhere deep within her heart, she recalled his words. He would always be with her; she just had to believe.

Story & Photo by: McGuffy Ann Morris

Monday, July 8, 2013

Puppy Love

~Stella & Daddy~

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Lowcountry Boil

By Susan M. Boyer

This is an entertaining mystery set in South Carolina. Private Investigator, Liz Talbot has been living upstate. Now, she must return to the island of her youth.

It seems her grandmother was murdered. Liz is warned to stay out of the investigation by her brother, who is also the police chief. However, spunky Liz decides to launch her own investigation.

The investigation involves many twists and turns that a good old fashioned mystery should have. It seems the town is not as Liz remembered it, or things have perhaps changed. Yet, Liz is trying to decide whether to stay or not.

The characters of this book are homespun and heartfelt.  Liz is spunky and feisty, her brother is protective of his little sister, and the locals are all interesting and fun-filled.

This down home mystery will keep you guessing, and leave you looking forward to the sequel.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Haiku Heights #262

Silently she stands,
her shaman transformation
healing the desert

Haiku (#320) & Photo by McGuffy Ann Morris
This statue is called "Transformation of the Shaman".
She stands at Mayo Clinic, Phoenix, Arizona.

Linked to: Haiku Heights
Word Prompt: Sand

Saturday, July 6, 2013

"Basho" Tan Renga Challenge

the old pond
a frog jumps in -
the sound of water

crystal droplets glistening
reflecting light of full moon

linked to: Carpe Diem

The first stanza is the famous haiku  
"the old pond", by Matsuo Basho.
The second stanza is my completion 
of the Tan Renga challenge #5.

Matsuo Basho 1644-1694
McGuffy Ann Morris 2013 


Lucy sat in her chair, watching the birds build their nest. From her window, it was exciting to the see the babies hatch and grow. She witnessed their tentative flights grow stronger, eventually abandoning the nest.

At the end of each day, Lucy took off her heavy leg braces and climbed into bed. It was there that her own dreams could take flight.

Story & Photo by: McGuffy Ann Morris

Linked to: 
Word Prompt: Flight

Friday, July 5, 2013

Wednesday, July 3, 2013


We are all born to suffer and die;
it changes nothing to wonder why.
We carry our burdens, links in a chain;
sins, indiscretions all remain.
These chains grow heavier with life and time,
link upon link, crime after crime.
There are those who carry their chains and more,
links forged by apathy, a pitiful captor.
Through mercy they can be freed from the pain;
in reparation those left must carry their chain.
The weight of this burden one cannot dismiss.
There is penance and pathos in supreme justice. 

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris,
from "Weeds", 2012
Picture: Photobucket

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Whistling Past the Graveyard

By Susan Crandall

It is 1963 in rural Mississippi. Nine year old Starla Claudelle is being raised by her very strict paternal grandmother, Mamie. It isn’t easy, and she often feels neglected or unloved. Starla’s father is away working on an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico. Her mother, Lulu, has been gone to Nashville for many years, working at becoming a country singer.

After sassing Mamie, fiery, red-haired Starla is not allowed to go to the Fourth of July festivities. When she sneaks out to join her best friend, she is caught by the neighborhood gossip. Fearing Mamie will send her away to reform school, Starla runs away. She feels if she can make it to Nashville, her father will join them and they can be a real family again.

Taking off down the country road out of town, Starla is offered a ride. The black woman introduces herself as Eula. She is traveling with a white baby she calls James. Though segregation is is serious issue, Starla accepts the ride hoping it will get her closer to Nashville and her mother.

The adventure that follows changes everything for Starla and Eula, forever altering both of their lives. It becomes a long and dangerous journey traveling without men, with race issues,  the needs of an infant, and many unforeseen problems.

Life isn’t always what it seems, and dreams are sometimes just that. This is a hard lesson for Starla. Family can be more than blood, often being about the deep bonds of the heart and soul. Starla and both Eula learn this valuable fact of life together.

Susan Crandall has written a wonderful coming of age novel, yet it is about so much more. It is filled with life lessons, wisdom, warmth and love. I recommend this great spirited novel, and look forward to more books like this from her. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

"Map"...& my Interview!


I have walked miles across harsh lonely tundra,
through forests too dark to see the trees.
I have reached heights, climbing mountains of enigma.
and stumbled, falling into valleys of depression.
I have relied upon dawn as my epiphany,
and dusk as my reprieve.

I have sailed uncharted waters,
never knowing if I’d find my way.
I have navigated emotions,
steering toward the beacon of hope.
I feared capsizing or crashing haphazardly,
on the rocky shores of betrayal.

I must now follow the ebb and tide of uncertainty.
I am the steward of my voyage.
The promise of tomorrow is what guides me today.
I will weather the storms.
I will stay on course.
I will survive.

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris,
from my poetry book, "Weeds", 2012

Linked to: Poets United
for my interview:
"Life of a Poet"
*Please check out this wonderful community
of creative, interesting,  and dedicated poets!
I would like to especially thank Sherry,
who interviewed me. She is special.*