Last week’s sonnet.

Today’s sonnet. I think it’s my version of the “Prodigal Son” (Loving Father) parable in the Gospel of Luke.

A sonnet for Transfiguration Sunday.

My Sunday Sonnet for today. (Spoiler alert: it’s not about groundhogs!) r

Yesterday’s sonnet

My lasagna pots contain tulips, daffodils, grape hyacinths, and crocus. Our zero temps are not phasing them at all. The crocus are sprouted. The hyacinths are maintains their green. Spring is coming!

Sonnet 1.20.25

If I take a picture of my sonnets as I write them, then I can post the picture. There is not enough characters on this platform to type them.

Out and about this morning. Tai Chi class at hospital. Air temp is -2. Fed the birds, squirrels and rabbits when I got back. Waiting to feed myself.

Pretty cold today. Got outside a bit. Good news is that there’s no mosquitoes.

Quiet Christmas while I recuperated. Still quiet. Still recuperating.

Merry Christmas

I’ve come to a better physical, mental, emotional, & spiritual health by getting back to my faith basics of attending to my own basics in these areas, by finding the music and poetry within me, by facing my retirement future with renewed anticipation and unafraid. Peace be with you.

Sums up the day for me in so many but not all ways.

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Today I picked red chard ahead of the cold. I left some in hopes it will make it to Thanksgiving!

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