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When Life Gives You Rain…

Merry Bird’s Adventure continues…

Merry Bird woke to a gentle rain.  She jumped down from the tree branch she had been resting on and grabbed her umbrella.

Merry with umbrella

As she started on her journey, the rain began to pour from the clouds like water from a faucet.  She did not want to get her pretty boots muddy from the gritty dirt so she took refuge under the leaves of a large oak tree.

Merry saw the Australian Puddle-Jumper, (PJ for short) jumping over a puddle as he approached her about 10 feet away.


“Tweet tweet,” said Merry to PJ.  “Tweeeeeet Merry!”  Replied PJ in the middle of a hop.  “I just love the rain, don’t you, Merry?”

“Well, not really,” said Merry.  “I like to keep my tail feathers dry.”

“Oh, that is unfortunate!” said PJ.  “I love the rain because it creates puddles and I like leaping over them!  Why don’t you give it a try, Merry?”

“I really don’t know how,” said Merry, feeling apprehensive.  “I don’t have long legs like you.”

“You don’t need long legs!”  Replied PJ with a grin.  “All you need is the desire to have fun.”

“Hmmm,” said Merry, still not convinced.  “What if I land in the puddle?  I don’t want to ruin my boots!”

“Then you just flap your wings, dry your boots and try again!”  Said PJ.  “I believe when life gives you a rainy day, Merry – you play in the puddles!”

“Alright, I will give it a try,” said Merry as she jumped over a small puddle about the size of a watermelon.  PJ danced a joyful jig.  “Yay!  Merry – You did it!”  Said PJ.

Merry replied, “Yes!  And it was exhilarating, PJ!”  So Merry put her umbrella aside and spent the remainder of the day laughing and jumping puddles with PJ.

Here are some quotes I liked about rain:

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

“If you want the rainbow, you’ve got to put up with the rain.”  Dolly Parton

And my favorite with a YouTube video:  “When life gives you rain – you make a slip-N-slide.”   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qYe_V-RzzY


Mr. B and Ms. C

Writing 101 – Day 6 Assignment:  Write about the most interesting person (or people) you’ve met this year.

Mr. B arrived before Ms. C.  It was a warm day and the trees were beginning to open their buds.  I could see by the grin on Mr. B’s face that he was in good spirits.  I was excited to greet him with a friendly, “hello!”

Mr. B and Ms. C were our new neighbors at the office complex where I worked.  They had moved into the vacant rooms next door in mid-March.  I enjoyed having them there.

Ms. C had a cheerful personality.  The kind that made you feel relaxed and energized when you were around her.  When you walked into her office, you immediately felt your worries melt away.  Her framed art lined the office walls.  You could feel the ocean breeze when viewing her photographs of seagulls in flight.  She displayed seashells from her walks on the beach, jars of fine sand and pots of green plants that helped you breathe easier.

And Mr. B, what can I say?  Always a friendly fellow with a smile on his face.  He had the personality of a wise soul.  He knew when you needed a friendly greeting or just a gentle nudge.  You see, Mr. B was a dog.  Not your everyday mutt mind you but a certified therapy dog.  He was Ms. C’s helper.

Baxter on carpet

Ms. C had the gift of touch.  As a massage therapist, she had the ability to relax your muscles and your mind.  And Mr. B, well, Ms. C had him trained so he slept when a client was on the table.  He rarely barked.

Watching Mr. B (Baxter) chase his Frisbee down the long hallway during breaks between clients was pure joy!  Mr. B with his tail wagging, ears flopping and little legs running.  One could just tell he was smiling!

Baxter in chair

There is nothing like the friendly lick of a dog’s tongue on the back of your hand when you are having a tough day at the office.  It was evident that Mr. B had the gift of touch too.

One couldn’t ask for better neighbors or friends as Mr. B and Ms. C!

Baxter smiling


The Meeting

DAY 5 – Writing 101 Exercise –  You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a brief story about this encounter.

Here is my story in 100 words:

I saw them again today.  Under the ferns, by the old bridge.  I wasn’t going to tell you because I see the worry in your kind eyes.  I recognize the lines that tighten around your mouth as you look down at your hands.  Hands that once held mine, sweetly and confidently.

You shake your head slowly and sigh.  Your eyes pierce mine, searching for answers.  I want to shout; “I have seen the fairies!  They danced with me in the sunshine!”

I hope you meet me by the bridge, tomorrow at 7 a.m.  If you do not show, I understand.

Fairy Isabella

Meet Fairy Isabella.  Gouache and color pencils on watercolor paper.

Goldfinch, Tobacco and Raggedy Andy

Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s house we go…  Well, maybe not through the woods – more like through the wheat fields.  My grandma lived about 45 minutes away from my childhood home.  I remember my older sister and I riding in the backseat of my parents green Chrysler, the size of a boat, as we anticipated a trip to see grandma.

I had a grandpa too.  Grandpa with his tobacco stained fingers, smoking his pipe.  He would sit in his big, brown, easy chair that swiveled around.  (I know about the swiveling part because my sister and I would swirl around like a top when he was not in it).  Grandpa would sit quietly in his chair, looking out his big picture window at the birdfeeder watching the birds.  Robins and perhaps a Goldfinch or two?

Goldfinch and Tobacco

I wonder what he was thinking as he puffed away on his pipe.  While grandma sat across from him in her turquoise blue rocking chair.  Her sewing basket open with spools of thread, scissors, pins and needles.  My grandma loved to sew.  She made my sister a Raggedy Ann and me a Raggedy Andy when we were of a young age.

Raggedy Andy on red blanket

I have fond memories of my sister and I twirling them around by their golden yarn hair (we apparently had a thing about twirling), tossing them into the air, changing their outfits, hugging them tight and kissing them good night.  As you can see by the above photo, Andy was well-loved.

I think the love she stitched into creating him will forever be on my heart.

Love heart on doll

Do you have special memories of your grandparents?  I’d love to hear about them!

Color Makes Me Happy

Writing assignment for Day 3 is to write – empty my mind without editing.  No crossing out or correcting spelling.  Just write for 15 minutes about 3 songs that influence me – I cannot choose them as favorites of all time but these 3 songs speak to me:

Pharrell Williams song, “Happy”

Cindy Lauper, “True Colors”

Michael Franks, “Dragonfly Summer”

I was thinking about what makes me HAPPY.  The color orange, creating art –  experimenting, playing with techniques, taking online classes, connecting with other creative people through Facebook and on my blog.

Color makes me happy!  Love all colors, the brighter the better!  I like orange the best probably because to me, it is a happy color.  My mom liked this color too.  Plus I look good wearing this color.  I like the color blue too as it reminds me of blue skies and summertime.  Floating on the lake in our boat and looking up at a brilliant blue cloudless sky with dragonflies dancing in a soft warm breeze.  And I like many other colors too.  I like the bright green of moss growing in the woods, spreading itself like lush carpet over rocks and across the path.  The yellow-green leaves of a birch tree.  And then there is my love of birds.

Hummingbird in color pencil

I think my favorite is a hummingbird.  Its brilliant colors on such a small body.  One has to be paying attention to see a hummingbird as it moves and darts about so quickly.  Hummers remind me of summer too since I see them a lot at the lake feeding on red flowers – Salvias and Geraniums.  I love the color purple too – sunsets, rainbows, Lilacs.

And there is yellow – another happy color.  Sunshine – ah, love to feel the sunshine on my face.  Like how warming it is as I sit in my living room writing.  I like walking around without a coat outside.  I like how it makes the flowers grow and the trees bud in the Spring.

Then there is Red.  Red, White and Blue!  What is there not to like about red?  Red lips and tongue from a popsicle, red balloons at a birthday party.  Red roses to celebrate an anniversary.

I do like color and I love using color in my art to create a mood.  I can always learn more about color too.

What are your true colors?  What colors make you happy and want to dance?  What colors do you like to wear?  What colors help calm and soothe you?  And what birds do you like because of their coloring?

If you are looking for something to make you HAPPY today, then google – Pharrell Williams, YouTube video, “Happy.”   Hope it brings a smile to your face!

Do You Know Me?

You landed on my windowsill yesterday morning.  At first I didn’t recognize you.  After all, it is Spring and the Flowering Plum tree is in full bloom.  It’s bright purple-pink blossoms have exploded early.  The Daylilies have begun stretching their green foliage through the soil.  And you know the Rhubarb!  Well, it is already growing a mound of tender stalks under curly green leaves.  The grass is even green having lost its yellow blades from winter.

Then you show up.  I know we need you but I didn’t expect to see you now.  I watch you flutter from the sky and land on the fir tree.  Your touch is light.  You seem to delight in your presence.  I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are against the gray sky.

Maybe you won’t stay long.  You bring with you a chill that makes my hips ache.  Yet you are unaware as you dance in the sky, skipping from branch to branch on the budding trees in my yard.

Suddenly, the sun appears, breaking up the clouds.  I see you fly away.  I understand now.  You wanted to sing your song one more time for me.

The Snowbird

The song is from an old children’s songbook.  The painted backgrounds are gelli-prints on watercolor paper.  The bird is a gelli-print on deli paper.  My flowers are doodles with a black pen.

Let’s give a cheer for Spring!  🙂

The Wobbly Wheel

Please note:  I’m participating in Writing 101 for Bloggers that WordPress is offering for the month of April so you will get an extra post now and then.  Hope you enjoy!

Why is it that I tend to choose the grocery cart with the uneven wheel?  I guess I could take it back to the cart area and choose another one but then I may choose something worse so I push on.  “Bang, clang, thump!”  My cart’s front left wheel churns as I head towards the milk isle.  I start feeling annoyed.

I wonder how many of these shopping carts have a bad wheel?  Is it one in four?  And who repairs them anyway?  Is there someone in the store room behind crates and boxes with broken wheels lying around whose job it is to fix these unwieldy carts?  Do they have a job title such as:   Shopping Cart Repairman (or woman?)  Or maybe it is one of the young kids whose job it is to retrieve the carts from the parking lots.  Do they draw straws at the beginning of their shift to see who has to retreat to the back of the store with a wrench and can of grease?

Are the carts all lined up in a certain order for repair?  Missing wheels would have priority over a squeaky one I’d imagine.  I wonder if there are some carts that have been repaired so many times, like a car, that they are tagged to be destroyed?  Does someone push them over a cliff?  “Here lie the broken carts that are beyond repair,” a junk yard for shopping carts?  Or maybe they get sent away to a big factory that squishes them flat and then recycles the metal into new and shiny models.

I would think that someone could design a wheel for a shopping cart that would not break down or wobble or bump and clang.  Maybe there are BMW models of shopping carts out there but my store is too cheap to carry them.  It is difficult to say.  And do you think there are actually shopping cart salespeople?  Do they push their model into the store to show the store purchaser just how wonderful their cart is compared to the one abandoned in the parking lot?

One does consider these subjects when they spend 30 minutes clanging around the isles of the grocery store.  My nerves are shot.  I think about the joy I’d get pushing my cart over a cliff but I restrain myself.  Next visit I will examine my cart closer and choose a shiny model with Cadillac wheels!