BOO! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
The Witching Hours by Micki Peluso, author of “And the Whippoorwill Sang”
A story of the origins of Halloween from olden times up to the present. . .
Read the story on www.awakenings2012.blogspot.fr
To all impacted by the storm’s wrath. . .
After the storm the sun still smiles
Easing the sadness across the miles
Helping hands do quickly extend
Working together to heal and mend
Prayer is uplifted for all today
As faith in tomorrow lights the way
“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.”
~Martin Luther King
The Statue of Liberty celebrated her 100th birthday on October 28, 1986. On that same day in 1886 she was officially accepted by the president of the United States as a gift from the people of France. Read more at Awakenings. . .
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Kellie’s back! In the midst of the chaos in her life over the last month (or so), and the MIA of FWF, Kellie feels the word desinated below would be perfectly suited for the returning prompt. For those who do not know the events leading up to this week’s prompt, here is a little blurb from Kellie’s blogpost on September 28, 2012:
After the lab tested the materials in our home believed to be asbestos, seems the contractor was mistaken. It tested negative! After five long days away from home, I’m happy to say we will be moving back over the weekend and continuing our remodeling!
Glad to have you back, Kellie♥
Here is the FWF prompt:
Here is my contribution:
The home place is visible in the distance
Fully laden pecan trees line the driveway
The front porch is in dire need of repair
And the picket fence guards the entrance way
Sounds of laughter, children playing can still be heard
“Don’t leave the backyard,” echoes the wind
As visions of scampering little feet
Turn them quickly around again
Gardens of rose buds, camellias in full bloom
Need nurturing and lots of care
Weeds have grown all round the fence
But sweet aromas linger in the air
Remembrances of family gatherings
Held dear and close to the heart
Are renewed with a walk along the fence line
Remaining very clear until time to depart
Smiles from within follow the picket fence
Along the perimeter of the yard
Securing home and gardens
Like an ol’ soldier standing guard
Sharla Lee Shults
Everybody knows that Stumbleupon is an great source for beautiful photography, nature, pets, arts and much more.
Enjoy the Top 20 Earth Pictures Found on Stumbleupon
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This Day in History: October 26, 1881
Cowboys, Tombstone and Wyatt Earp were destined to collide and by the spring of 1881, it was apparent they were already on that collision course. The most famous gunfight showdown in history featured thirty shots fired in thirty seconds that left three cowboys dead along with Virgil and Morgan Earp wounded.
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We probably have all at some point in time gone through a move to a new location or perhaps many moves. Some of these with and some without pets. For those who have moved with pets, how often have you truly thought about the ‘thoughts’ of your pet during this time? You know, it can actually be very traumatic.
“With their qualities of cleanliness, discretion, affection, patience, dignity, and courage, how many of us, I ask you, would be capable of becoming cats?” – Fernand Mery Her Majesty the Cat
Originally posted on brucelouisdodson:
I’ve found a nice warm spot to nap, but it’s a gloomy rainy afternoon and I’m having a bad hair day. It’s been over forty hours since my last grooming and I’ve got a snarl between my shoulders I can’t reach. The woman of the house has been in constant motion, peripatetic the humans would say – running up and down the stairs, taking stuff out of closets and stuffing them in boxes. I’m starting to dream about boxes, they’re everywhere. I’m not even curious about them any more. I just wish they’d stray in the same place for at least a week. Is that too much to ask?
She’s gone past me three times as I write this, last time with a load of laundry. What is her problem with odor? Now what? She’s back again, and with the cursed wind snake this time. She’s plugging it in now and . . . There it goes, making an ungodly noise, a sort of sucking painful roar. She sweeps the floor with it. I’m out of here and passing though the kitchen now, into another room with a desk and chair. There are some boxes on the desk of course, but not much more. There used to be a cat-scratch pole but that has disappeared. Almost everything’s gone except Bucks. He’s on the top box looking bored and sad. He’s often bored, but lately he seems so depressed.
“Hey Bucks, you want to try and catch me? Just for the hell of it, you know? Maybe knock a glass off the kitchen counter—Whoops!” He always enjoys that, but not today.
“Forget about it,” he tells me. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not,” I tell him. “You’re depressed. What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” he says. “Males have a secret ability to think about nothing. Zen Buddhists talk about it sometimes. It’s not easy.”
“Yeah . . . whatever.” If the trick is doing nothing he’s a master of the art. I saunter into the front room and launch myself onto the couch without noticeable effort. There’s a nice blanket. It would be warm here by the window if it wasn’t raining. I get almost comfortable again, then hear the wind snake coming through the kitchen, making a rattling noise as it sucks up some spilled dry cat food from the floor.
Buck’s makes a leap to the carpet and runs past me into the hallway on his way to the color box room. I follow in time to see him heading for the warm spot I abandoned in the first place. He can have it. I’m going for the top floor of the only cat tree left. Maybe I can get some sleep. It’s been that kind of a day.