The Nest

When I was little, my family went Christmas Tree hunting every year two weeks after Thanksgiving. There were about twenty to twenty-five of us in a caravan of used cars – one shiny, new Cadillac – cruising the backroads to some far away tree farm in Bucks County.

 

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We would all pick our trees after much debate about which one was right (can’t have any bald spots), get them tied to the tops of the cars, and then we’d all go eat at this amazing restaurant right by Peddler’s Village. It was a family tradition since I could remember and it was a tradition that died the same year as my grandmother.

One year, we were at a farm searching for the perfect tree and I spotted something that looked like a clump of hacked up shredded wheat. I poked my face further toward the tree, careful not to get a pine needle in my eyeball and then reached inside. The sappy needles grabbed onto my gloves as the aroma of fresh pine wafted into my nostrils. I finally reached the object and edged it back toward me like it was a rare crystal.

My eyes went wide as my mouth gaped open with joy. It was even better than a rare crystal  – it was an abandoned bird nest.

I shouted for my grandmother who came over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Gram! Look what I found. It’s a bird’s nest!”

She gave me a hug and praised me for being so brave to reach into a sappy, stabby pine tree to fetch the beautiful creation left by a beautiful bird. We played ‘guess what kind of bird’ and then determined it to be a robin or maybe a cardinal.

I asked her what I should do with the nest and she told me to bring it with me and so I did. I guarded that thing with my life until we got back to my Gram’s. That nest went in her Christmas tree every year until it fell apart. It must have been at least twenty years.

They were great times back then!

What kind of traditions does your family have? 

Happy Thanksgiving! 

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nest

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Shrooms Man…

 

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Real quick: I love fried mushrooms with a nice, juicy steak. Other than that, not really. But every time I hear the word MUSHROOMS, I think of some skit like Cheech and Chong as they said, ‘Shrooms man, f**king shrooms.’ Though after thinking about it, I am pretty sure it was Dennis Leary in a stand-up routine Lock ‘n Load.

 

The mushrooms in the picture, however, are apparently little homes for little gnome folk! Or maybe Smurfs. I used to watch the Smurfs when I was a kid… I think they came onto the cartoon scene right about the time I was wrapping up with it.

 

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Anyway, how was your week? How much did you accomplish? I am 40,000 words into my NaNoWriMo novel, so I am hoping to be done by this weekend. Of course, it is 40,000 words of pure crap, but it is 40,000 words none the less and at the very least a blueprint in which to work with.

Wahoo!

Haiku Ode to a Fungus

Mushroom, oh fungus

You are delicious when fried

But not so healthy

Have a great weekend!

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Honk!

 

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I’m not afraid of anything, really, but….

When I was a baby I wanted to make friends with a goose, but the goose wasn’t interested. Despite the honks and hisses, I pursued.

The goose had it up to his neck with me.

Honk!

Chomp!

Ouch! 

I went crying back to my grandmother. She called me a ‘stupid ass’ and told me that’s what I get for trying to play with a goose. This might shock some people, that a grandmother would talk this way to a little person, but that was how it was in 1978. Of course, I didn’t like it then, but I get it now.

Geese are known to be mean which I didn’t know in the 70’s when I used to try to play with geese.

I still like them. I just have more respect for them.

Sory so short, but I got to get back to work!

Blessed be and fear no goose.

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HONK

The Dubious One

 

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Dubious

A great way

My state of mind

Holes and hills decay

Travel down the line

Dubious

A system of splendor

Doubtful

A state of surrender

Question the answers

That sway

In the cobwebs of sanity

Forlorn

As I stretch the zenith

Dubious

No more

Dubious

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Strut

Pressed for time today… In 1981 I was eight years old and in love with music. I had a fond liking for Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band and while I didn’t get the gist of this song when I was a wee lass, I did love it for the hooks, guitar, and his amazing voice. The song was written about Jane Fonda… not so much the way she walked, but more for her confidence while speaking her mind.

I don’t strut anymore. I’m not sure if it is because I am older and mostly settled in my life or maybe somewhere along the way I lost any thread of self-confidence I ever had. I suppose some deep reflecting is in order this weekend.

Happy Friday my friends! Take it easy and be good to yourself. ❤

 

 

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