#330

Thanksgiving 2013 
a time of change,
a new city,
a new school,
a new home,
a new tradition,
Apple Pie
and turkey.

catherinenglish 11-27-2013

#329

Anna and I were so busy 
yakking it up on our  trip 
from Kansas City, desination
Springfield, that I missed 
exit 157,  so we took 
highway 52 through Appleton City,
and we got to see its 
Christmas life:
priceless. (but scary dark roads)

catherinenglish 11-26-2013

#328

The morning began with 
sleet and chill,
icy reminders that winter 
approaches and time for me
to browse my photos of 
sunny Greece, summer,
Mediterranean breezes,
to set sail for Aegena. 

catherinenglish 11-25-2013

#327

It's always fun to take a quick 
photo with my Droid,
Kansas Husker fans
who aim to make a difference.

catherinenglish 11-24-2013

#326
I love the color blue
especially in glass,
various shades to 
remind me
that it's rare in nature: 
sky, water, and 
very few flowers,
birds or bugs.

catherinenglish 11-23-2013 

#325

Boston, at sunrise,
from the 10th floor,
a calm city,
clear, gentle noises,
before the bustle
of the day.

catherinenglish 11-22-2013

#324

There is nothing finer than 
the smiling faces of teachers 
and students collaborating,
speaking together,
about the practice of writing
digitally in the 21st century.

catherinenglish 11-21-2013

#323

Jerry's plants don't 
look so great, but I'm 
sure they will improve 
with a little more time
and TLC.

catherinenglish 11-19-2013

#322

Our new neighbors, 
Ruby and Jim,
brought us a new welcome 
mat, helped us move boxes
from the truck saving us 
hours of time and Ruby said,
"Welcome home" and it sort 
of took my breath away.

catherinenglish 11-18-2013

#321
Brother Andrew gave me a 
bargain on the 
Tanzanian sculpture, 
"Democracy," because 
I so admired the beauty 
of the ebony carving--
a community of human beings, 
each with his or her's 
own minds. 

catherinenglish 11-18-2013

#320

Despite the chaos 
of unpacking,
I took a reflective moment,
debating about where 
to hang a picture,
a silhouette of Jerry 
from the 5th grade.

catherinenglish 11-17-2013

#319

Small town boys 
will always have 
your back on
moving day,
willing to help out
a neighbor or a 
teacher. 

catherinenglish 11-15-13

#318

A pile of blankets
and pillows,
buffers for fragile
furniture for 
the 461 miles trip 
to our new home.

catherinenglish 11-14-2013

#317

I haven't counted the boxes,
but I am grateful to my friends,
Jane and Angela who packed 
most of the boxes with mostly
photographs in frames, and I now
know I need to thin the herd.

catherinenglish 11-13-13

#316

Moving into a new home
is a thrilling yet exhausting 
endeavor, one of the reasons
only the sturdiest of folks can
ever be in the military; I applaud 
my sister and her husband.

catherinenglish 11-12-13

#315

A good beer in a cool glass
after a long day,
rests between emails,
papers, house inspection,
appliance shopping,
Thai food, 
and general mundane 
events of life.

catherinenglish 11-11-2013
(Thank you, Veterans!)

#314

Aunt Jennifer held 
onto Miss Rory, helping her
scoot the Fisher Price "motorcycle" 
Grandpa Lampe and she helped 
put together, teamwork that only 
a dad and daughter could do.

catherinenglish 11-10-13

#313

The sun came through the vaulted 
window on a warm November 
afternoon, much like a spotlight
on the star of the show,
Rory Marie English,
enjoying her lady bug stuffed toy,
a gift from the heart from her 
sweet aunt Anna Rose. 

catherinenglish 11-09-2013

#312

There is nothing cuter than a 
granddaughter on her first 
set of wheels, the sense of awe
that one feels knowing that 
they can move very fast,
is a thrill at any age.

catherinenglish 11-08-2013

#311

After the rains, the colors 
quickly fade, so thankful
for modern technology to 
preserve the brilliance,
realizing that humans 
have always wanted 
to capture the intensity, 
through paints 
and pigments, 
                                                                                         the medium of art. 
                                                                                         catherinenglish 11-07-2013

#310

How quickly time passes,
my slobbering granddaughter,
no longer a baby,
getting ready to celebrate
her first birthday,
and I find I am more
like my mother with each
passing year,
my adoration of infants,
a done deal.

catherinenglish 11-06-2013

(photo by Anna English)
(remembering Dad on what would have been his 79th!)

#309

Today was a long, long day,
and I am tired, weak,
sad, stressed, ill, 
incredulous,
heart-broken,
angry,
not unlike this day
twenty-nine years ago.

catherinenglish 11-05-2013

#308

The flaming bush 
and the truck, two Big Reds
that remind me of Jerry 
back in Nebraska, 
missing his love of Fords
and flora on a gorgeous
autumn day. 

catherinenglish 11-04-2013

#307

Marty said, "There's a tree
on Pickwick I stood under," 
and we walked further up 
the street so she could find
this lovely umbrella of yellow,
so we could look up and be 
enveloped in the color of the sun.

catherinenglish 11-03-2013

#306

Walking Pickwick Street
in Springfield is a feast--
my appetite for color
satiated by autumn's 
curries and cinnamons.

catherinenglish 11-02-2013

#305

Of course, a granddaughter
is the sweetest of them all,
cute beyond cute, the apple 
of grandma's eye.

catherinenglish 11-01-2013