Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Carrot Barbie

     There weren't many carrots to make the famous slaw with raisins but we felt lucky to find a single
carrot with another attached like a pair of legs. Good thing nobody threw away the unwrapped piece
of cucumber that was starting to shrivel because it made a great shirt for the carrot Barbie. Her shoes
were lemon squash that taste like squash but sure fooled Bill who thought it was a lemon for tea. We made her hair with part of the squash and cloves for eyes and then gave her a cabbage feather for a fancy touch.
 She lay on a bed of shredded cabbage and then went to a little girl's birthday party who turned five. Nobody dared take a bite, the birthday girl wasn't impressed. Balloons and presents were more important so we brought her home at the end of the party looking rough around the edges. For two days she sat in the fridge without even a bite until finally, her glamour shot picture was taken and she was laid in the yard to tan in the sun.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

A Blue Moon

           Rare is a moon the color of blue to light up the skies in August for love that is true. . .

    The stately house on the right with the six foot climbing vines in their black urns caught my attention today on a busy street that had become quiet due to the fact that the road was closed for construction. I breathed in as much beauty that my eyes could take with a slow motion thought that once, yes once in a blue moon I may have lived in a house so grand. Briefly an image of a stone wall covered in ivy appeared only to be broke by the sounds of a fast sounding jet that shook the left side of my car. A buzz like a bee stinging my precious imagination, popping it with fear and bringing me back to the present. In the distance I could see a white car driving at speeds of ninety miles an hour without an exaggeration. Once in a blue moon! You don't see that too often. My heart hurt, my legs felt rubbery but I laughed at the thought that my newly purchased dragon stone rock for a dollar was in my pocket. The rock that brings creative power, energetic force and courage.
  Wouldn't it be nice if reason had a voice and we could understand the code? Maybe the moment was perfect, showing me to get into it, feel the fast changes or was it to appreciate living through a near miss we get once in a blue moon? Whatever it may be, I celebrated at a new Ethiopian restaurant in the older part of my town. The little girl in this picture was hanging on the wall as if to say, "keep your dreams alive and happy blue moon until we meet again."