NaPoWriMo 2025 day 16

The less said about yesterday the better.

Today is today. I am here. You are there. Screaming is allowed.

A squirrel as Buddha
Waiting for enlightenment
On the bird feeder

Some days you just happen to look up from your task to see a big vulture flying around your yard (didn’t find anything he may have thought was dinner)

photo of view through multi-paned window toward yard with some buildings and distant trees and hills. One very large bird is see at almost the center top of the window. It is a vulture.  Standing on the smaller side window is an action figure of bernie sanders.

And some days you look at the next chair and see the embodiment of brotherly love.

Photo: two black cats, large to the left, tiny to the right, sleep together on a chair. Behind them hangs a blanket with stars and moons. This is amazing after just a week. Frankie at left is being used as a pillow by the new little guy.

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What We Fight For and Must Keep Fighting For

A periodic reposting of the Gettysburg Address

Gettysburg address

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863

Woman (me) standing in front of the Washington Monument, holding a fluorescent yellow sign with hand-lettering. In between two outlined hands it says HANDS OFF" then in red, DUE PROCESS. Bottom lines: ALL PEOPLE HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS HERE

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NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 14

Mom and I went to Faddegons, a local nursery. It was fun to look at all the garden plants but way too soon to be planting. We came home with a few plants to have inside and some fertilizer for the gardenia. Then lunch at the nearby diner which was quite tasty.

I’m going downhill
with all the last snow’s runoff
another april

under some bushes
I found some daffodil leaves
gift from another

I watch the tree tops
swelling pink against the sky
soon shady comfort

snow by the mailbox
three feet away in the ditch
bright yellow flowers

tidal swell of birds
winter birds transmogrify
into spring fancies.

Two small yellow flowers shine above the ditch of snow runoff by the road. These are Coltsfoot, a  perennial considered a common, naturalized plant

Photo: view of many daffodils in a garden from above. The ones closer to the cameras have pale yellow petals. Further back are standard daffodils in solid yellow. This is a forty year old plant.

Photo: view of many daffodils in a garden from a ground level view. The ones closer to the cameras have pale yellow petals. Further back are standard daffodils in solid yellow.

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NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 13

I did spend the day watching the three cats become buddies – now they’re all chasing each other around and napping together. Found I could feed the kitten under the kitchen shelves where the big cats couldn’t steal his dab of wet food. He insisted on stealing a piece of spaghetti from me and ate the whole thing!

the tiny kitten
curled up by my pillows
big cat by my knees

spent most of Sunday
working at the computer
I hurt all over

typing recipes
and remembering the folks
who gave them to me

Remembering Dad
who, sometimes when I was sick,
would make me eggnog

Photo: Seen from outside the window, Nyx the black cat looks out from center bottom pane. All you can see is her eyes.  To the left are some reflected clouds and to the right, inside is a gardenia plant with many white flowers, in a turquoise colored pot.

Photo: Seen from inside, Two black cats sit silhouetted in paned window. One is licking the other. To the left is a gardenia bush. Outside is seen some hills and distant trees with blue sky above.

Photo: Selfie of myself, with glasses and a narrow black and white striped turtleneck. Sitting smiling, having realized that the kitten has climbed up on the chair behind me to my shoulder.

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NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 12

I got up and found it had snowed. Seriously snowed. Snowplow had come through more than once kinda snowed and it was still snowing. Yup Third winter.

Photo: late spring snow fall covers the yard, the conical shrubs and the red barn and outbuildings. The hills recede in the snowfall.

The squirt had slept with me but everyone was up and roaming around looking for a little breakfast.

Then I thought – I could maybe get my weekly postcard in the mail before the mailman if I get myself going. And I walked out and put out the card. A walk around the yard and here came the mail car, putting down my flag and putting mail into the box!

It snowed a little more. The little squirt started chasing Frankie around and before you know it – they were in a cat bed together. Nyx isn’t far behind but right now the biggest problem we have is keeping the two big cats from bingeing on kitten food. And to keep them from pushing the squirt out of his own bowl. So all is well.

A rare non-haiku day today but there’s still time.

the world isn’t fixed
with just the comfort of a kitten
the world cannot be fixed
by slicing homemade bread
it’s not a sign of security
to pull mail out of the mailbox
or to sit down to hot soup
but here we are
and the little toes,
so furry and precious
give the brain a space
a moment to remember
the freedom of falling asleep
of walking across the yard
of pouring the coffee
in all the smallest things
to remember what
strength is needed for.

Photo: two black cats in a cat bed. The edge of the bed, with a brown and tan geometric design is seen in foreground. The smaller kitten is at left resting his chin on the edge of the bed while the much bigger cat at right leans against his head

Photo: a single black cat curled up in a blue cat bed, under a window. Her head is slightly to the left and her fur is highlighted by the window's light.

photo: as seen mostly from above, a gardenia plant with many (eight!) blooms sitting on the windowsill. Not in photo - the heavenly fragrance

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