Monday, April 14, 2014

Wild Fire




I remember being about 9 or 10 
came out .. 
and ....   I'll admit .. 
I'd hoover around my little am/fm radio when it would come on 
and listen passionately 
and always had a little tear by the end.
I loved that song!





She comes down from Yellow Mountain

On a dark, flat land she rides

On a pony she named, Wildfire

With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh, they say, she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named, Wildfire
Busted down it's stall
In a blizzard he was lost

She ran callin', Wildfire
She ran callin', Wildfire
She ran callin', Wildfire

By the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire, we're both gonna go

On Wildfire, we're gonna ride
We're gonna leave, sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Tacoma Ramble




it was drizzly & cold
none the less .. still a wonderful day to be at the beach


gray & overcast
and a tad foggy


I forget what an industrial city Tacoma is
always busy


you don't realize the scope of the Sound until you see a giant ship that looks very tiny
it's all perspective


the rain doesn't stop Washingtonians!

a cloudy day
is no match for a sunny disposition
William Arthur Ward


Tacoma Narrows .. and fog


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
from the seas and the streams
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
in their noonday dreams...
Percy Bysshe Shelley ~ The Cloud




Sunday, April 06, 2014

SpringTime



Is the spring coming?  he said 
What is it like?

It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine... 

Frances Hodgson Burnett .. The  Secret Garden 



I heard the cry


then Plover mamma tried to distract me with her 
"I'm hurt .. look at me over here" dance


she was protecting something very special



April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

William Shakespeare (Sonnet XCVIII)

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new in the little ZiBagz shop




wilderness
the word itself

  is music
>>. Edward Abbey




A bit Bohemian Gypsy and a tad Cowgirl Western
                                                      .. All Fabulously Fun!!

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

April 1, 1989






25 years ago today .. 
I left sunny Arizona .. 
hopped on the plane heading to still quite frozen 
Fairbanks Alaska to meet up with my true love... 
sacrifices we make! 
{I had to make one last trip 
to sunny Rocky Point Mexico beach 
you know ~ I had to be tan to head up north}

seems like yesterday
time sure flies!!!


the adventure continues!