The Scarecrow
Scarecrow stood in the cornfield. He stood there everyday, even when it rained, even when it was night. … Continue reading The Scarecrow
Author: jeanicedeering
Author of 3470 C.E. and The Borgan
It Happens
The mourning doves sit on the powerline. They wait for me to vamoose. They think I don’t know that everytime I leave the garden, the wild creatures come to feast. The neat pile of chicken scratch, hidden under the back apple tree, doesn’t give them a clue. Nor do the secret water puddles, where they… Continue reading It Happens
Summer Goings On
I smell the olive trees scenting the air with their sweet sweet perfume. Every year I wait for them to bloom. It is such a delight to drive along to do some homely chore, and without warning the inward breath is filled with that lovely odor. And this is the season for the sacred… Continue reading Summer Goings On
Bless the Rain
Bless the rain Tho’ it ruined the bar-be-que. Thank the rain for watering the garden and one less chore on a busy day. Honor the rain tho’ it makes my hair go straight as string and there’s nothing I can do about it. Praise the rain for green healthy plants and strawberries and puddles where… Continue reading Bless the Rain
Ten Minutes
How do they do it? Rush and race and rage on the roads On a morning like this, when the sky is clear and holds promise of a glorious day? When the air is fresh and cool and smells of new blossoms, what is so important that they don’t even notice the velvety bunny at… Continue reading Ten Minutes
First, We Are Earthlings
We are all Earthlings. Before we are Buddhist, Christian, Muslim, Hindu or Jewish, we are Earthlings. Before we are black, brown, pink, beige or chocolate, we are Earthlings. Before we are Canadian, Venezuelan, Polish, Turkish, Chinese or Kenyan, we are Earthlings. We are all Earthlings, whether or not we are fathers, grandmothers, aunts, twins, or… Continue reading First, We Are Earthlings
Old Man with a Wobble
The old man walks, slowly, with a wobble. He is thin and frail. He sometimes falls asleep, mid-thought. He says things in answer to questions asked long ago. The old man is grumpy and impatient. He often roars at the world and snaps at those closest to him. Do they not see? This old man… Continue reading Old Man with a Wobble
The Pink Girl
Carson City, Nevada was a smaller town when we lived there. We only had a few stores. If we wanted to buy certain clothes or specialty items, we made a trip to Reno. We had a couple of small malls. One had J C Penney, the other had Skaggs Drugs and K-Mart. My three year… Continue reading The Pink Girl
Wash Your Feet~ memories and well used advice.
A question has come up about how long it takes me to be ready to leave my house after morning chores, which include gardening and tending chickens. I often have wet, muddy or cold feet after spending time outside. When I come inside, I always wash my feet and put on fresh socks and shoes.… Continue reading Wash Your Feet~ memories and well used advice.
Joy to Remember
Christmas has always been magical to me, even if the circumstances of life in general weren’t so nice. The year I was fifteen stands out in my mind. My mom and her sister, Aunt Ruthie, divorced women, found a little house they could afford, if they bought it together. My sister, Christy, and I,… Continue reading Joy to Remember
