- Bosque County, Texas, USA
- September 14
- Earth Mother
- Welcome! Make yourself at home.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Night Call
August 18, 2013 02:54AM
- Nor Blade of Grass
February 19, 2013 02:12AM
- Dear Friend,
October 21, 2012 12:35AM
- Hunting for Catfish *
June 21, 2012 04:27PM
- Crumpled Paper
May 31, 2012 06:33PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “*with* that,
October 11, 2014 06:10PM
- “I am so far out from
mamograms, sonograms, surgery,
and radiation that I
October 11, 2014 06:08PM
- “I have been on some of
those paths. I love your
story, and applaud
October 03, 2014 11:59PM
- “I read this again today,
in honor of Lola. You would
surprised how often I
October 01, 2014 04:35PM
- “Both your parents gave
you a good start, and you made
choices that brought
June 15, 2014 04:48PM
- MY LINKS
We had good rains this spring, and the gardens around here are making bumper crops. I bought about 40 pounds of tomatoes recently, and spent an entire day in the kitchen, blanching, peeling, and stewing them, adding lots of chopped onions, jalapeños, serranos,… Read full post »
The other gourds I have written of in my last two posts were painted one after another in a long continuous stream. Then my situation changed and my painting went on hold, until I learned to paint without a footprint. Since I had no space to do it,… Read full post »
Yesterday, I posted a few images and a little story which introduced some gourds I had painted. Today, I gathered some notes and more gourds and maybe some wits too. I recalled an earlier incident when my sister's son, Will, gave me a gourd which he had altered… Read full post »
It all started with a simple thing, I saw my mother's painted gourds which she planned to sell at the annual Septemberfest. They were simple one color bowls or birdhouses. Then I saw, charmingly enough, three little ones: a snowman, a santa claus, and a snowgir… Read full post »
I don't think Daddy had been dead a month before the invitations started coming for Mama to join the Red Hat Society. This particular group is for widows, mostly. Mama took an old straw hat and spray-painted it red, found a scarf and some fake flowers and it… Read full post »
I looked out the kitchen window and saw them, five all together, in broad daylight, bold as brass. I am not a fan of racoons. If the only ones you've ever seen are animated cartoons or some funny video, then you might change your mind about how cute… Read full post »
I fell in love one night, a night like this, sultry, sweaty, and free. On the stove, we put the raw eggplant right on the burner, charring the skin until black, waving away the smoke so the alarm would stop. We followed with a bell pepper, then a… Read full post »
Some say the birthday of our land
Is such a lot of fun.
But if i shoot off half my hand,
What kind of fun is done?
… Read full post »
Some say we mustn't rape the earth
To feed our empty souls.
We've seen what greed and gain are
This post highlights a personal history of my boobs. I introduced the theme in the post, Clueless, during my first month here on OpenSalon. Leave now if you don't want to read about my boobs, okay? Thanks.
I made this self portrait /… Read full post »
I had gone to the Chamber of Commerce dinner to meet the candidates for the school board election. Two positions were open, and I hoped my sister would get one of them. She approached it in her own way, deadly serious and almost with a… Read full post »
St. Olaf's Kirke
on Bosque County Road 4145 in Cranfills Gap, Texas
on the occasion of its 125th year and recent renovation.
on the campus of The College of the Ozarks in Branson, Missouri.
Dirt Road… Read full post »
I have not submitted a father's day story, but I am not going to berate myself about it. I looked back over my posts, and I have at least five stories with him in it in some form, usually a starring role, even… Read full post »
What a day! For June, in Texas, we could hardly have prayed for a better day. Although the skies may look cloudy, the sun beat down quite nicely, thanks. The breeze never let up, and was close to being pretty dang windy at times. Again, God, no complaints.… Read full post »
Saturday is a big day here. We will be celebrating the 125th year of Saint Olaf Lutheran Church in Cranfills Gap, and we will be re-dedicating the church as a way to mark its just now finished restoration.
The lintel over the entrance door… Read full post »
Happy Birthday, Scanner!
If you post more photos, we can make more art!
at the suggestion by Matt Paust
photo-art © diana ani stokely 2010 Read full post »
On March 2, 2010, Mimetalker
"Whites adopting Haitian Children - I'm Worried & a bit scared"
My friend, Ezra, had read the post and had posted a link on his profile on Facebook. I read… Read full post »
Dear Papa, Mama, Gita, and Nels,
Last year, we had crabapples in our front yard, in June.
What to write? I could write about the good news I got for my brother this week. After working a whole year getting the right forms filled out, making phone calls and writing letters, the… Read full post »
For Memorial Day, I write this to honor my
who served in the United States Marine Corps.
Daddy was not even 18 years old when he joined the Marines. His younger brother, Alan, joined the Navy at about the same time. They posed here in… Read full post »
Today, I saw these carcasses hanging on fence posts along the road. It is my understanding they signal a bounty animal has been killed on the property. Throughout the year, I might see a dozen such carcasses, usually coyotes, hanging on fences along the roads I travel. I… Read full post »
"Thank you for the nice supper. May I please be excused?"
With these words, we finished each meal and left the table. Yes, there was a time when we all sat down at the table at the same time and ate a meal together. We… Read full post »
I see two men and a dog, stopping to rest on a sunny afternoon near a garden. I see them caught in a moment of simple joy, playing and laughing at that black dog.
I see that one man wears a military uniform, his shoes are… Read full post »
Mama rang the cow bell. From down in the creek, we heard the clang-clock-clang which meant we dropped whatever was in our hands, and took off running to the house. Dan was the youngest, but he got a head start and was already on the old… Read full post »