The singular form/Is it Croci? Crocuses?/They’re trying so hard

shorthand letters

I love colored pens/A penchant for editing/I can’t seem to stop

Things become meta/My bulletin board sports a/blogger’s calendar

A leaded glass disc/Underneath my window shade:/A new work of art!

A dusk evening light/Falling on barren branches/Turns them brass and gold

A lighthouse in Maine/Stands alone and reminds me/How vast is the blue

Cumulus cotton/Easter pink and baby blue/Soft newborn colors

Finally sunset/Earth, trees and water turn black/But somewhere it’s light

I haven’t exactly had writer’s block, but I’ve had a bit of blogger’s block.  I’ve had no trouble filling reams of paper filled with work-related words, but I have been unable to complete several meandering posts.

Thankfully, I can always count on the weekly photographic challenge, which asks us to share our day.

So many things were easier when the children were little.

Everything was easier and more balanced with light and wit when Jim was here to be a parent to our children, too.

Some days were extraordinarily ordinary.

Some were filled with excitement the children could barely contain–days like the one celebrated in The Birthday Moon.

Other days seemed a calamitous cascade at the time–like the one commemorated in Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

The latter’s author, Judith Viorst, elsewhere observed, “Strength is the capacity to break a Hershey bar into four pieces with your bare hands – and then eat just one of the pieces.”

Well, I don’t have that kind of strength.  Not nearly.

But I can summon enough strength to get through days which have become a bit more complicated.

So here was my day, in picture. . . and in bonus haiku, if you click on the photographs.