Second Saturday

Life is a real hoot

Life is a real hoot

SECOND SATURDAY

When two friends get together and share delightful news, gossip, dreams, love and plans many great things happen!

When My friend Mara and I conspire over coffee, inventions are created, plans are laid, joy is shared and goodness is afoot!  Life is a hoot, so let’s have more fun  Come and join us at Second Saturday                                                I will be reading palms life is never hiddencrowbar

                                  Mara will be a most fabulous host

    Together we can add joy to your life with our selection of items to peruse   and just perhaps purchase for yourself or others.  Up-cycled art, clothing,  vintage items,

                             Mara’s  Magnificent Mosaics!

 Think Spring!  Think Gardens! Think Art! Think Friendship! 

                                                   Think Beginning!

 

A tribute to Sweet Annie

Sweet sweet Annie

of many faces.

hippie,cowgirl

earth-mother, gypsy.

Gardener, provider.

 

Sweet sweet Annie

Kind of heart,

fair of face.

She does not see

What I see.

Sweet sweet Annie

Sexy,Vibrant.

Savior to critters.

She does not see

what we see.

Sweet sweet Annie

Beauty. Lover.

Mother,Sister

Lover,Wife.

You should see from these eyes.

My other life

So I have this other blog…check it out!

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Picture this…

Yes, I have always been a cowgirl.

Des is desirable

We have a marvelous friend, Des. (Some of you call her Peachy) Des is a dastardly pirate, Des is a rooten-tooten cowgirl, Des is a gentle spirit, and Des is a strong, strong woman.

Des lives in Oklahoma, in a comfortable home filled with old west memorabilia, piratey plunder,  pictures of her many friends, mementos of her incredible adventures and a lot of pink stuff.  She cracks me up with her multitude of personalities and interests.  The thing is, she does all of her interests fully, nothing partial for her.

Last year Des acquired a small pull behind camper, that she has named her pink armadillo.  At this writing she has spent the winter rebuilding the inside, complete with pink walls, a hand pump for water, screen doors, pretty curtains, and in general a lot of froo fra.  It fits her, and it is magnificent.  In the summer she will begin the outside, and personally I think we her friends must start a pink armadillo fund, so that she has all of the where with all to complete this amazing monstrosity!  Every highway needs a giant pink armadillo roaming its lines!

Des loves with all of her heart, and she is so easy to love in return.  She shines love from her eyes.  Des walks into a room of strangers, and leaves that room with life long friends!  My admiration for this talent of hers is unceasing.

We here in the snow packed plains of Minnesota miss her, and have not nearly the amount of time spent with her that we need for our own spirits growth.  Des brightens our lives and is an important person to have here on earth. Her desire to live life fully inspires us to fully live.

Summer dreaming

Dreaming of summer, and always…change in the air!!!

A small family of three

When I was quite young, back in the very early 70’s, I hitchhiked with a friend; Diana (a self proclaimed native princess from New Jersey)  all about the western states.     One  chilly afternoon found us on a deserted highway somewhere near Santa Fe.  Walking for hours, we  waved our thumb towards the occasional traffic.  The sky was getting darker, rain clouds building up.  Figuring that we were going to have to find someway to keep ourselves warm and dry, we settled into the top of a roadside ditch, pulling out our plastic parkas, putting on our warmest clothes.  “Maybe”, we said, ” if we just sleep through the night we will be okay by morning.”    As we were sitting, a pickup drove past, then, stopped and backed up to us.  Jumping up, we ran to the side of the truck and tugged open the passenger door.  A really big guy was in there; really big, with a smile that was even bigger.  “Jump on up in”  he hollered to us.  We looked at each other, eyebrows raised, then, with  a  mutual shrug, jumped on up in.

And headed down the road.  His music blared, and he sang along happily.  I noticed that his truck was equipped with a hand brake, and a few other gadgets I did not understand.  Seeing me looking, he turned down the music, and explained that he had lost the use of his legs in an accident years back.  Life would never stop this man, he was destined to move forward every day!   We eagerly conversed, riding through the storm, he with a great deal of interest, us with a sense of freeing relief, snuggled warm and safe in this giants cab.

This man, this stranger, took us to his home that night, fed us fried potatoes, coffee, and gave us a place to sleep, for no other reason, than friendship and the joy of giving.

Early in the morning he woke us up, apologizing for the early hours, and said he needed to show us something before dropping us at our next exit.  Piling back into the truck, we drove into the morning, stopping on a bluff, overlooking the city, and there watched, while sipping from his thermos of coffee,  enthralled, the sun rising with a glorious light, growing brighter with color and degree, until day had officially broken.

We were quiet, the three of us for the rest of the trip out to the main highway, us two women, continuing our journey, he, our new never  seen again brother, content.  We three had created a small family of the moment.  And all was complete.

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