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Respect Water!

When you upen the tap
Think about the water you sap
Ask if there’s anything
You could do towards reducing
The amount of water you will
Use for the chore until
You get to that inner area
Which senses the scarcity of water

If you think it’s too tedious
Imagine yourself bringing
Water from the taps outside
Into your room upside
Think of how people struggle
Just to get a sip without smuggle
Perhaps may prick thy being
To use water with a sense of saving

 


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Where Have I Been?

I’ve been gone for awhile, as I have begun a weight-loss program of healthy eating and regular cardio exercise and strength training. In two weeks I have lost 4.4 pounds, and although that is a small number, it’s just about right. My goal is to lose right around two pounds per week. I am using an online tracker to keep me honest. Daily I track all food and water (8 glasses a day) consumed, exercise, and weight.

I have a few things to say about all of this:

The scale each morning looks me in the eye.
I wonder whether I will smile or cry.
No longer do I order cherry pie,
but bread choice now is wheat or seeded rye.

I take my daily walk, enjoy the air.
This exercise has now become my fare.
I huff and puff. Sometimes I want to swear
at hills that laugh at me and mock. They dare

me with their grins of challenge. I refuse
to let them conquer me. My walking shoes
keep me on track, and I enjoy the views.
I like invigoration, not the blues.

More salad, vegetables and yummy fruit,
now yogurt, eggs and broccoli florets suit
me fine. Where is the chocolate? What a hoot –
all taste for it is gone. The point is moot:

I don’t need sweets to fill me up. The scale
shows numbers telling me: Succeed or Fail.
I now anticipate its morning mail
to tell me where I am on the weight-loss trail.


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Water and Ice............ Ducks too!

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We have had some really bad floods in our area.

I should  have shot video as the water was flowing under the ice

it was awesome to watch.

Huge ice was breaking apart

Freezing to brush, small trees and others moving with the flow of the river.

I Love the color combo on this home.  In New England we have areas…

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Storm Blowing Out To Sea

After Storm Blows Out To Sea

After Storm Blows Out To Sea

 

When we have a Wild Storm blow through this part of The United States we seem to always be blessed with just the prettiest of days afterwards.  So blessed to call this area home.  Picturesque to be certain don’t you think?


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Snow Is Falling

a old photo of our yard when snow dumps here today we shall get some they say but tomorrow it will MELT AWAY :)

AN old photo of our yard when snow dumps.   Here today we shall get some they say but tomorrow it will MELT AWAY :)

 

 

For here today they are calling for some snow.  You know it won’t make me happy as I adore my sunshine filled days.  I do however loves running out to grab a shot before one foot prints or paw print disturbs the scene.
Only wish the Deer and Moose had been having their morning drink from our stream when I ran out to snap the photo.


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Stones

I have always related to stones, thought that somehow, in the kingdom of things, they speak a language. Listen. Listen hard. You’ll hear the water burble over them, the children’s laughter as they toss them here or there.

And look. See those colors, shapes, the veins? What stories might they tell? Where have they been and what might they have housed? How old are they?

Along the beach I pick up little stones, and big ones too, you know, those angular stones, gray usually, with holes and bumps, which I think are bruises from their journeys.

Kind of like us….we have holes in us, sometimes in our hearts, and bruises? Oh, for sure. Where are your bruises? I know where mine are. A stone is hard, yet water has given it a sheen, a coating, a shine on rainy days. When sun beams down upon a stone it seems to smile.

Me too. Hard. Yep, there are places that haven’t been softened yet, but I know that the “sun and water” of my life will touch and change them.

Pick up a stone. Imagine the conversation.


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River Up Again

Pautuckaway River

Flooding me out AGAIN

 

Just too much water

 

Hard to rake or mow now

 

The draw down has just begun

I really wish there was something I could have done

This has never been fun

For all of those who are begging for water I wish I could send you some.

 

 


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Haiku and Hay(na)ku

Haiku

the light ripples on

the waters of turquoise sea

smoke billows in air.

Hay(na)ku

rippling

on water’s

surface, is light.

*Hay(na)ku is a three-line poem with 1 word in first line, 2 words in second line and 3 words in third line. It can be written in reverse order as well.


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Insatiable Thirst

I noticed these roses, open and beaded up with water droplets. I recently shot these roses and posted ‘Peeking Beauty’ last week or so. Portland had not had any measurable rain in 50+ days. In the heat, I had been careful to not water over the foliage or buds. I found the beads of water remarkable after last nights rainfall. I just don’t think I have ever seen so many beads of water collected together as here. So, I snapped the shot while walking from the front door to the car.


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Smooth Brew (Monday Morning Poetry Challenge)

From the blog RezichFamilyKitchen.

Smooth Brew

Each morning when I awake

before I uncap my toothpaste

or taste my first cornflake

I wait around for the sound

of the first perk

as you begin to work

Like clockwork

crystal clear water

bubbles and drizzles

through the contour of your reservoir

and into the mound of dark grounds

which turns the water brown

as it runs down into your glass carafe

Alas your work is done

Now I will pour a cup or more

eager to savor your smooth brew

which is sure to renew

and soothe

a very sleepy me

 

This poem was written by and is the exclusive work and property of N. Rezich

Part of the Monday Morning Writing Challenge


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Rain Drop

The rain drop on my tiny finger,

Drowns away my false perceptions,

And reflects back to me,

My own reality.

A tiny winy rain drop can bring wonders to your life and can even detonate the common timer for the explosives hidden in various areas of your life. A tiny winy rain drop…

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