First Snow of the Season

It snowed for the first time this past Tuesday. It only snowed a few inches, but it’s stayed so cold since then, that there is still snow on the hill behind our house.

I was hoping the snow would hold off until the new year; my hopes have obviously been dashed. Oh well. The snow is still beautiful to look at and I’ve gotten much better at driving in it. So, all is not lost.

I hope everyone has a safe and warm weekend!

A Relaxing Sunday

This past week has been rather busy, so I never got around to my blog post yesterday. Today is my day off and I finally have the time to get some stuff done around the house.

I’m getting items checked off my to-do list while making pepperoni rolls (which take a while from start to finish). I don’t have a recipe for y’all today, just this quick note to say how warm and fragrant my house is becoming.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Poetry Month Wrap-Up

Thirty-one days of writing poems has come and gone. It wasn’t easy, but it was definitely worthwhile. I feel like I’ve accomplished something. A feat that hasn’t happened in a long time.

I’m pretty happy with what I wrote. I know that not all the poems are publish-worthy, at least not yet, but they’re all mine. I created each and every one of them and that’s something to be proud of.

It’s now November, which means that it’s NaNoWriMo time. However, after exerting so much energy over the last month just to get one poem written each day, I think I’m going to have to skip it this year.

Still, now that I’ve begun writing, I’m going to try to keep it up. Although, maybe at a lower frequency.

Have a great weekend everybody!

Poem Thirty-One


The Witching Hour


I can feel it in my bones as the hour draws near.

That time when worlds collide, when planes of

existence begin to blend together, creating rifts

and tears where none should exist. A weight begins

to settle in my stomach, a feeling of warmth that

spreads through my body – I must prepare.


I lay my tools on the alter in front of me: a bowl

of water, a dish of soil, a lit candle, smoking

incense, and a gleaming silver athame. Feeling

confident that all is as it should be, I settle back

on my heels and close my eyes, taking deep

purifying breaths for several minutes. As the

clock chimes three, my eyes snap open.

The witching hour is upon me.


The ritual is a familiar routine, bless the space,

invoke the elements, thank the ancestors. I feel

grounded as I commune with the spirits that guide

me. As my time in the circle draws to a close,

I once again show my gratitude for all the help

I have received over the previous year and ask

for guidance and protection in the year to come.


I place my sacred supplies back in their

designated homes and make my way to

the comfortable bed that is now beckoning

my weary body. Laying my head down on

my soft pillow, I drift off to sleep with happiness

in my heart and a clean slate for the new year.

Poem Thirty


Renewed Inspiration


When the end draws near and the job is nearly over,

after all your hard work, you imagine you’ll be filled

with relief, but somehow, it’s bittersweet. You know

you can relax, but you no longer have a set purpose,

a focus for your anxiety, a reason to motivate you.

How do you continue when your vision is done?


You find a new vision and set to work again.

Poem Twenty-Nine




The air sweeps my hair back

as I round the corner, pumping

my legs on the pedals to keep

the wheels turning. The joy of

riding a bike I felt as a child has

come back to me. Memories of

gliding down a quiet, residential

street flood my brain as I pass a

dog walker, rounding yet another

corner of the park trail. I’m no

longer the same girl I was then,

but for just a moment, I feel

as carefree as I once did.

Poem Twenty-Eight




It starts with a twinge,

a slight feeling of pressure

in my head that gradually

becomes a small pain. I

massage it, hoping it’ll

go away. Then I start to

notice that my head has

become hotter than normal.

And the pain has spread.

I take a couple Excedrin

and lay down, trying to

take the pressure off my skull.

With any luck, it’ll be gone

within the hour, or at least

by the next morning. If not,

a hot shower and extra sleep

may be just what is needed.


Thank goodness these only

happen on rare occasions.

Poem Twenty-Seven




One thing goes wrong and everything else

seems to follow suit. I can’t seem to get away.

Once I’m annoyed, I stay annoyed. The smallest

irritants that shouldn’t cause me any grief just add

to the rolling ball of exasperation that is building up

in my stomach. The only way to dissolve the frustration

is to have something go right, and then something else

go right. This pattern has to continue until I’m back

to my normal self or the fury starts to rise again,

unabated. It just does not seem all that fair.

Poem Twenty-Six


Work Work Work Work


All I seem to do is work –

every day, all day long,

rain or shine, calm or storm.

I can’t seem to find the time

to sleep enough on most nights.

When will this torture finally stop?

Who knows? I need a nap.

Poem Twenty-Five




Mysteries abound in life

and while it is fun to figure

some of them out, there are

others that should be left alone.


Can you determine which is which?