Whole lotta action on the patio! It's a three-ring circus worthy of Sneelock, my spiritual advisor.
And just by the way of the way I'm okay today I say I'm very grateful for:
To Dr. Seuss for the words and pictures.
To Dave Brubeck for the music.
To Cliff Hillegass for the roses,
and Jerry Garcia for the rainbows.
To Ms. Janie and the other Ms. Janie for curiosity and compassion.
To the Woolly Mammoth for the macro world of digital photography.
To owls of Omaha, red-tailed hawks of Oklahoma, and the Allman Brothers for saving my life more than once.
To Gail Butt for rich, bright, and delicate.
To Dale and Norma for screened porch serenity, rope swing risk, sandbar simplicity, and fishing bobber patience.
To Bernd Heinrich and John Janovy for cosmic biology.
To Fritzi for the curse and gift of perfectionism.
To hummingbirds and anoles for joy.
To Aunt Em for cursive perseverance.
To Coach for the opera backstage.
To Maurice Sendak and Pierre for care.
To Ms. Heather for wisdom and basil.
To Howie for graph paper and blue prints.
To all the red wiggler worms named Dave for taking it below ground.
To Juliet for being my artistic muse, O These Many Years.
To the Buick Skylark for hanging in there for 175,000 miles as my alter ego. I'd like to think it will emerge soon from its chrysalis transformed just like the caterpillars.
In all the whole world the most wonderful spot is right behind where you are in the big vacant lot. Clean up the cans!
It's a Barnum and Bailey world. Grab onto the trapeze.
© 2012 Nancy L. Ruder
So long, and thanks for all the frass.