For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Hello to everyone, I’m glad you were able to make it over here today and join me once again. It is a nice, mainly sunny day. There are some white, puffy clouds around too and when the sun disappears behind one of them the coolness of the air is still very noticeable. It’s a cool spring. Very cool. But the sun still provides some very welcome warmth. And my deck is in the sun all day so it can be quite pleasant to sit there and watch the birds and squirrels. And sometimes the chipmunks. Well, one chipmunk still comes anyway. Rusty doesn’t give up easily. But he is much more nervous now with all these squirrels around.
But just listen to those birds singing. The chorus starts around 4am. It’s still dark. But that doesn’t bother the birds. It’s spring. And they sing, loud and clear. Far and near. I shared one of my crazy poems yesterday. I will share more, maybe even today. Some asked if I can write normal poems. Sure. I can write any kind of poem. It might not be good. But I can do it.

Poor Muffin. It’s cleaning day. She does not like that. She hates the sight of a broom. She cowers. Then she runs and hides. No. I have never hit her with a broom. Or anything else. But her former owner obviously did. Muffin was an abused kitty. If you want to know more, go to my home page and check out Muffin’s Mewsings. She is getting better, and it’s been five years now. She also HATES the vacuum cleaner. When I turn that on, she’s gone. Disappears. Completely.

She does like dusting. She loves to ‘help’ with that. She goes tiptoeing through all the very breakable stuff. Never breaks anything though. Which is more than can be said for her owner. She claims it’s my fault for being clumsy. I say it’s because I’m jumping to try and save something from destruction, only to knock something else onto the floor. Crash. So much for that 120 year old plate. So who needs plates?

The squirrel was just outside the window munching on sunflower seeds. Muffin was on the inside eagerly watching. The squirrel spotted another squirrel. The chase was on. Poor Muffin. She joined the chase. Didn’t work out so good. She forgot about the window. And my plants. One plant went flying. Plants are not meant to fly. Down it crashed to the floor, well, carpet. So much for the 140 year old bowl it was sitting in. And it had to happen after I watered the plants. So the soil was wet. Wet soil on the carpet is harder to clean than dry soil. Leave it until it dries, I was told. Right. You don’t have a cat. That likes to play with dirt. Not a good idea. Cleaning one spot is easier than cleaning the whole carpet. Sigh.

It’s a beautiful, sunny, spring day. Fantastic. That’s my word for it. It’s been a fantastic week really. I’m getting excited. My birthday is coming. Yes, I know, it’s next month. Normally I don’t get excited about birthdays. But this year is different. Sorry, that’s a secret. Can you handle another crazy poem? You’re brave. But if you insist.
I Think I Thought
Well everyone, I guess that’s another day here at Steve’s Country. I’m so happy that you were here with me today. I hope you will join me again. Enjoy your weekend and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Here I am again as I promised earlier. Nice to have you here with Muffin and I today. It is such a wonderful day. Actually it started yesterday, well, maybe I should say it started quite a while ago, but it just boosted yesterday. A few words said from a good friend. Thank you, you know who you are. Don’t underestimate the power of words. They can be a real blessing and encouragement to someone. Or the can tear a person down and quite literally destroy someone. Let’s be those who are on the encouragement side when allowing those words to come from us.

I was asked so very nicely to share some of my crazy poems so I will start to do that for a while, one or two each week, for your enjoyment. At least I hope you will enjoy since these are not normal poems. They don’t follow any rules. They are what they are. Okay, now for the crazy poem, this is based on an actual event;
Monster Spiders
There it is on the floor,
Crawled right in through the door,
How can it be as big as that,
Let me get my baseball bat.
How it runs, oh, so fast,
But Muffin cornered it at last.
Can’t find my bat, how about a shoe,
I whack it hard, what does it do?
It starts to crawl away,
Makes my brain start to sway.
I jump and pound till it goes squash,
What a gooey mess I must wash.
That critter was big, 4 inch across (that equals 10cm, just to define)
Why is it here, I’m at a loss.
But here they live, and I don’t like,
So time for me to take a hike!
© 2019 Steve McLeod.