Mom’s Musings

Green growth and blue skies

Lovely days lure me outside

I forget my blog.

Don’t have much to say

Maybe I feel uninspired.

No boring blog posts.

Still no camera.

What’s a blog without pictures?

Cuts down on blogging.

I stay up too late

Playing word games on Facebook.

Blog goes unposted.

So I live and love,

Work and play, sleep and waken,

A dormant blogger.

‘Til I get my groove

Come visit me on Facebook,

My blogging buddies.

Valentine’s Day Verse

My friend Mad Kane of Mad Kane’s Humor Blog fame, enjoys giving poetry writing prompts. Here is her most recent offering:

Valentine’s Day is coming up — an ideal topic for my very overdue limerick and a haiku (senryu) prompt. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write some verse about Valentine’s Day. When you’ve posted your poem(s), please return here and add a direct link to your themed poetry, using Mr. Linky. And please post a comment as well.

So, without further ado, here is my limerick:

Some folks don’t like to be mushy.

They love you, but never are gushy.

If treated to dinner

Yourself count a winner

Just give them a kiss when it’s hushy.

Here are a couple haiku stanzas:

Tokens of my love,

Dear Heart, I give you freely,

Openly, often.

Many thoughtful deeds

And kind words shared frequently:

Best Valentine’s gifts.

This is my first limerick written in response to the prompt given at Mad Kane’s Humor Blog. Please play along, if you are so inclined!

The dentist will tell you to floss

But why listen? He’s not your boss.

If you don’t mind decay

You can have it your way;

Your wallet and mouth bear the loss.

Here is my haiku, written to the same prompt:

Maligned profession:

The doctor of dentistry

Sees nervous patients.

It has been a busy week, yet a good week. I am oh-so-tired (I should go to bed. Duh!), but thankful and satisfied as well. In that frame of mind I offer you my little haiku:

Would you like to participate, too? Post a haiku on your blog, and link over at A Mommy Story, hosted by the lovely Christina.

The cooling rains come

Thirsty crops rejoice; grass greens:

Fall will soon be here!

Clinging to tree limbs,

Clusters of small, green apples

Wait for Fall’s first frost.

Fall’s arrival here

Is quietly heralded

By soft morning fog.

New pens and pencils,

New backpacks, new jeans and tops:

School begins next week!

These haiku poems are my contribution this week for Haiku Friday. It would be wonderful if YOU would participate, too! Just write your poem (or poem series) and sign Mr. Linky over at A Mommy Story.

As you can tell from the haiku above, the poem does not rhyme. Line one has 5 syllables, line two has 7 syllables, and line three has 5 syllables. Please play along!

Holding down the fort

Keeping the home fires burning;

That’s what I’m doin’.

Dad and kids are off

To fetch home Grampa’s sailboat

From good old Cali.

It’s so quiet here:

Deb is reading; I’m online;

Outside: quiet rain.

Messy, splattered page

In my worn, homey cook book

Tells you, “This cake’s GOOD!”

Here’s the recipe

In case you like apple cake

From Betty Crocker.

Apple Cake

(This recipe is from my 1983 Betty Crocker’s Cookbook.)

Ingredients:

1 ½ cups sugar
1 cup vegetable oil
3 eggs
2 cups all-purpose flour (I use 1 cup white and 1 cup whole wheat flour.)
1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
3 cups chopped tart apples (about 3 medium)
(1 cup coarsely chopped nuts – I omit this because my family doesn’t like the cake with nuts.)

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour rectangular pan, 13×9x2 inches.
Mix sugar, oil and eggs until blended; beat 1 minute. Stir in remaining ingredients except apples (and nuts, if used); beat 1 minute. Stir in apples (and nuts). Pour into pan.
Bake until wooden pick inserted in center comes out clean, 35 to 45 minutes. Makes 15 servings.

How best to serve it?

We like it warm, with ice cream

Or next day, breakfast.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

Best summer ever;

Days are full, but pace relaxed.

We are lovin’ it.

Soccer girls are home;

Camp was hard work but super.

We missed those sweeties!

Now to celebrate

We want to see a movie;

Which one shall it be?

Wall-E or Hancock?

Kit Kittredge or Iron Man?

Or Kung Fu Panda?

So many choices;

If you’ve seen them, will you help?

Tell me, what’s the best?

My husband says the text doesn’t show up properly, so here it is, without the picture:

Happiness, cat-style:
Warm earth, shady spot to nap:
Life is good; relax!

Bonny Boy is the cat-equivalent of a lovable mutt. He is so affectionate and laid back. I have never observed him being rough with anyone, even our two-year old grandson. I wrote a sonnet about Bonny Boy here.

I’m not your kitten;
You are my human, my slave.
Do my will, or else!

Gigi, however, is another story. If I don’t immediately respond to his “Meouw!”, by following him upstairs to the particular food and water bowls which he desires to have refilled, he will bite my leg, or leap up the back of my chair to claw my neck. Being the well-trained cat owner that I am, I quickly do his bidding, or grab him quickly and place him outside before he can hurt me.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.