Out Of Focus

I think I have lost myself over nothing.

I am pretty straight forward and what you see is what you get.  However, I made a mistake and commented on some one's post and messed up everything.  I thought comments were just that, comments.  I have hurt this person by having a different opinion than they. I tried to fix it, it only got worse and the bad thing is, it wasn't a bad comment at all but just one they disagreed with.

I really dislike what I have allowed this to do to me.  I am now afraid to comment...on anything.

To me, comments are like chocolate, I can never get enough.  I love interacting with people and always answer comments made on my posts.  I welcome comments, open comments, honest comments and even comments with which I do not agree although I have never had one of them.

I guess, I just got my feelings hurt and obviously I can't handle that as well as I thought. My immaturity is showing.

What is so hurtful about this is we have communicated a long time. I enjoyed our communications.  We had even surprised each other with small presents. I had  been invited to visit...twice.  Now, by their choice, we no longer communicate.  I was told never to contact this person again, because my view was not their view.

This has instilled an unrealistic fear in me about writing anything at all.

So if I am absent, I am trying to heal my pettiness.  Think of me.

Hanging On...

After the frost.

Sad to know they are almost gone.

Gypsy

Gypsy's last game of stick At The Farm.

Gypsy is meeting her new brother, Joe. 

She will have three little brothers and will be a house dog.

This was my goal.

Gypsy took my heart with her.

My Favorite Time

I sit and listen

to the early farm sounds.

The roosters are crowing to greet the day

but have not left their roost yet.

Gypsy lays, snoring, after her early morning walk

her future still undetermined.

The house is silent.

Soon the sounds will hit me,

the tv blaring,

the people waking,

noise levels raising with each minute that passes.

I can only wait,

I can only dream

of the next quiet morning.

Driving Home

See that tiny white speck?

The white doe and several white tail deer...

I want a new camera!

Here she is with her twins.

I tried guys, I couldn't not zoom anymore!

The Feather...

lay where it had landed. 

The chicken was gone.

The hawk screamed in triumph

as he soared

not as high as he was before

now he carried dinner.

My Earliest Memory

I tried to download some images from Corel Paint Shop, but I guess I bought the wrong program. I am tired of trying to show you some YOUNG photos.

Instead you get my earliest memory.

I asked Mom once who lived across the field, no one, she said.  I said yes, we use to walk across here and go to a house.  No, yes, we did. 

We went to see a man and women. The room was  L-shaped.  I would visit with the man and you would sit in the living room talking with the woman.  Mom said, that was so-n-so, they have been gone a long time and the house too.  But Mom, I remember.

I described the quilt, the man in a bed in the small part of the L and I knew he was sick. The man and I talked as I sat on the bed and he was laying down.

Mom had a strange look on her face when she said, you can't remember that, you were only six months old!