Buried

Buried under snow
There are dormant daffodil
Waiting to emerge
.
The thermometer
Finally rose a little
Will spring really come?
.
Be patient, tulips
Be patient, sweet daffodil
Soon the snow will melt

You think?

Buried under snow
There are dormant daffodil
Waiting to emerge
.
The thermometer
Finally rose a little
Will spring really come?
.
Be patient, tulips
Be patient, sweet daffodil
Soon the snow will melt

You think?

Remember you are blessed to be a blessing!

Know someone who’s not feeling well? Find a little something to deliver to them today or send a card or visit with your best smile!

I’m volunteering at the medical center today. Greeting those who come in, walking them to their designation. We used to call folks like me “Candy Stripers” back in the “good ole days.” High school volunteers who wore red & white candy striped vests. Here we are retirees who are part of the Auxiliary. We’re the “Purple Ladies.” I showed you the group in a post last week with the check we donated after our annual fund raiser. A great bunch of giving ladies!

Are you a “giver”?
Is there a group you can join or start who will reach out to others in your community?

Or are you already a part of one? Tell me about it.
I have many faults
But, they’re all my parents’ fault
They’re so visible
My mom was Irish
With some Scots and English, too
Opinions flourished
Dad was Italian
Cried at the drop of a hat
Sentimental Love
So on St. Pat’s Day
I can blame both my parents
For everything wrong
I seldom hold back
My feelings are no secret
Worn on my socks, too!

We picked up my car
At the auto shop today
It looks like it’s new!

My grandson, Christian
And his brand new friend, Daniel
Helped us celebrate

Ah, it’s such a joy
To share our wonderful life
With this grown up boy!

A bio poem is used to reveal information to the reader about the poet.
If you have followed my blog for a bit, you already know a lot about me.
But this “Bio Poem” is designed to reveal things you may not know.
Some of them are things I may not have consciously considered before now!
It was fun to create.
Line 1: First name
Line 2: Who is… (descriptive words that describe you)
Line 3: Who is the brother/sister or son/daughter of…
Line 4: Who loves…(three ideas)
Line 5: Who feels…(three ideas)
Line 6: Who needs…(three ideas)
Line 7: Who gives…(three ideas)
Line 8: Who fears…(three ideas)
Line 9: Who would like to see…(three ideas)
Line 10: Who shares…(three ideas)
Line 11: Who is…(three ideas)
Line 12: Who is a resident of…(your town)
Line 13: Last name
Janet
Who is only 5′ tall, carries a lot of joy, energy, and love in her 80 year old frame
Who is the daughter of Sal & Betty and the younger sister of Sally DeAngeles Butters
Who loves the Lord, my husband/friends/family, and cooking/writing (I couldn’t limit it to 3 things – – I love a lot!)
Who feels blessed, affirmed, and healthy
Who needs grace, forgiveness, and humility
Who gives unconditional love, hospitality, and sincere hugs
Who fears no one (for God is with me), nothing (not even death, for I know where I am going) and losing my memory (because my sis is, and my mom & maternal grandmother did)
Who would like to see an end to all hate, all wars, and all bigotry
Who shares my belief in God freely, my home graciously, and my ideas (more often than I should probably!)
Who is a Child of God, a Friend to all, and a grateful wife, mom, Grammy, GG, aunt, cousin, and teacher (oh, and so much more!)
Who is a resident of God’s Kingdom on Earth – right here in Ennis, Montana
We used to have a family of six Hungarian Partridge who hung around our front yard under the evergreen trees.

In the back yard there were three. They buried themselves in the snow. I tried to show them to you through the screen of my bedroom window.
All you could make out was a couple of dark blurry bumps!
This morning I noticed only five in that family that used to be six!
This afternoon I discovered why. I think one flew into our kitchen window.

All that was left of that lovely bird was a few scattered feathers.
I hope it wasn’t our frisky Boston Terrier who devoured the rest of the bird.
I didn’t see any feather residue on her when she came back in🤪💔

TazE, did you devour our lovely partridge!?
Think I should put some decals on the windows?
I tried my hand at
An English (Shakespearean) Sonnet
An English sonnet is:
14 line poem
3 quatrains (4 line stanzas) followed by 1 couplet (2 line stanza)
Rhyming scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Cord of Love
I’m gonna live so
God can use me
Everyday glow
So you see
.
The Holy Spirit
In my soul knows
How to clear it
So He shows.
.
I can feel it
In my heart, Lord,
How you seal it
With Your cord.
.
It’s the cord of Love
From my God above.
.

Photo by Ba Phi on Pexels.com
And here is an English Sonnet from poet Tynea Lewis:
.
All We Will Be
He sits, paying no attention to me.
I wonder what is going through his head.
It hurts knowing friends is all we will be.
His unexpected glace turns my face red.
.
His mud brown eyes are so piercing and deep.
Then a smile fills his flawless, tanned face.
If only into his heart I could creep.
The slow motion moment makes my heart race.
.
Our time together is a dream come true
But I fear he can see into my heart.
When I am with him, I don’t feel so blue,
But something new won’t be able to start.
.
Since nothing will be, onward I must go.
These feelings I have to hide and not show.
.
Now it’s time for you to try your hand at an English Sonnet.
Learn more here:
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/article-poetic-forms
Good morning, my friends!
It’s a Wonderful Wednesday!
Find a way to give.
My friend, Steve, has no trouble finding neighbors who need
their driveways shoveled or blown out. What a gift that is!

Volunteering to help others is giving back … or paying it forward! Someday Steve won’t be able to do this anymore. Then, hopefully, someone will volunteer to shovel or blow out HIS driveway!
Look at the book my daughter sent me:

I bet you have a story to tell about some “giving” you have done.
I try to give daily, so when I received this book, I thought,
Why not write about it?
Sous-Cheffing
I love working at our Senior Center as a sous chef (that’s a fancy name for potato and carrot peeler. salad maker, and onion slicer). I can pretend I am at a fancy Paris Bistro… and my customers are the most precious children of God! (Actually, they are!)

Visiting Shut-ins
Another way to volunteer your gifts is to visit a friend who is in a nursing home or at the hospital. Anyone can do that! It doesn’t take lessons or months of practice. Just an open heart, and a wiilngness to treat yourself to the infectious smiles your visit will bring.

In our little town of Ennis, Montana, I introduced you day before yesterday to Artists on Main, the wonderful art gallery with its amazing variety of locally created art for sale. We are blessed to have that shop… and if I had the ability to paint or sculpt or whittle or create pottery, jewelry, or stained glass, I’d use that talent to provide items for my friend, Carol, to sell… or I’d visit a friend and bring a product of my creativity as a gift.
Share Your Writing
But, that kind of art is not my forte’… I love to write, so I share my blogs orally with friends in the hospital. I read “Art is Life” to one of my dear friends this morning.

Play Your Instrument
Before going to the hospital, I shared another one of my gifts: the accordion. Do you play an instrument?
I started learning to play the “squeezebox” when I was about ten years old. (Every good little Italian girl or boy played the accordion in those days!) Now, it is a seldom seen (in person) whimsical, portable instrument that can bring joy wherever it goes!
This one is over a hundred years old.
I bought it from Frankie, my sorta cousin, about 70 years ago.
It still works, but with only 8 buttons, you are limited to songs in the key of F, C, G or A.

Many people today have never seen or heard an accordion played in person. They think of Lawrence Welk and expect me to play Flight of the Bumble Bees or The Beer Barrell Polka with bellow shakes.
Once upon a time, I actually could play those advanced pieces. But now, I am content to accompany the hymn singing at church when the piano or organist is ill or out of town… or accompany singing at the Lenten Breakfast where no other instrument is available. (I did that early this morning).
In the summer, I entertain at our Art Festival in the park.
Sometimes I pull it out at home after dinner with friends
and we have a sing-along.
It makes for a memorable evening.

If music is not your forte’, think of other ways you can give.
I belong to the Madison Valley Medical Center Auxuliary. Sitting at the desk a couple of Fridays each month is one way I can volunteer. Donating our home for the “Home Tour” fund-raiser is another way. Our auxiliary earns thousands with that fund-raiser every year and gives the benefits back to the hospital for new equipment, beds, sheets, and other needs. It’s gratifying to be a volunteer. I’m in the center, middle row here.

I hope you will consider ways you can volunteer your talents
for the benefit of others.
Perhaps you already do – in ways different from mine.
Tell me about a way you volunteer
or give back.
Does it express your purpose and passion?
Your story may inspire others!
We had to drive 100 mile+ round trip this morning to deliver the car to the auto body shop in Bozeman. Had to have it there by 8: AM.
So what makes this day terrific? We survived the trip. It was knuckle-biting because we were driving right into the rising sun. Blinded!

But, now we’re back safely and feeling extremely grateful.
On the drive home (in Bob’s pickup), I could relax and enjoy the scenery. This Haiku danced in my mind:
Marshmallow mountains
Frame a beautiful skyline
Where’re the Graham Crackers?
.
Chocolate’s in the road
Where yesterday’s cattle drove
Our state’s traffic jam.
.
See the cattle drive?
No, it wasn’t elephants –
Not in Montana!

Hah! The mind’s a funny thing, ain’t it? Have a Terrific Tuesday!