Word Cloud – Pets

After reading this, I hopped on over via Mavimet’s link to discover a variety of templates, allowing you to design via your imagination. During these stressful times of “War and Peace,” why not have a little fun? Thank you, Mavimet! ūüôā

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I found a free site that makes word clouds out of the words you choose.¬† You can pick the colours and sizes¬† of the words and the shape of the cloud.¬† There are some limitations on the free clouds and you can choose to pay to remove the limitations ‚Äď I like this free one just fine. You can find it at Tagul to try it yourself.

Of course, my first cloud has to be some of the many pets I have had over my lifetime.


Most of these pets have been mentioned at some point in my years of blogging here, so some of them might find their way into the related links below.

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Halloween Innocence

Trick-or-Treat for  Halloween

Costumed monsters or movie queens

Door to door to ring a bell

Heart is beating thumping well

Treats of sweet sinking bag

Stuffed inside so full of swag

Chocolate pretzels plus kids to tag

Distant sounds and spiderwebs

Pumpkin smiles and waxy teeth 

Peek inside then run and hide

Witch’s hat atop¬†hair of red

Have no fear she is a dear

Biggest treat¬†I’ve¬†ever had

Jokes and smiles to send me off

Treasures emptied upon my floor

Sit and count them to the door

One or two gobbled whole

Brush my teeth and scrub my face

Pajama time another race

Tuck me in with story time

Lashes long now falling fine

Friendly ghosts are in my mind

Magic wishes and floating dreams

Oh what a Happy Halloween

Some photos courtesy of Google Chrome






Those Magnificent Flying Machines

Flying quote

While strolling through the park the other day, a surprise for me.  Perfect timing you see.  There was an air show going on above my head!

With ears suddenly on high alert and my face cocked slightly to the side, I gazed upward toward the sound of buzzing engines.  Suddenly a large metal bird of silver-blue, dive bombed me before zooming straight up to swirl and twirl like an acrobat in a circus act!

Walking further, I came across a short runway of gray chipped seal among the field of green designated for the strict use of model planes.  Take offs and landings to be sure, plus a few skid marks of rubber tires curving to one side.  Sadly, I suspected an occasional crash or two.  No control tower in sight.

That day, and every day I presume was left up to several jovial men who held large remote control boxes in hands of two.  Brass buttons pushing down with worn thumbs and fingers.  Go-Go-Go.  Up-Up-Up!  Model airplanes to be sure, but what a spectacular presentation for me to view.  Full of pageantry high in an overcast sky.

This is an expensive hobby, not to be taken on by the faint of heart or small of wallet.¬† An education and true commitment is required followed by hours of training and practice. Many of the planes¬†cost thousands of dollars and are enormous in size,¬†often requiring¬†trucks with attached¬†trailers in order to transport them to the next ‘funway’ of freedom.

The Wright Brothers would be proud!

Carnival Day

Last year my husband and I held a Halloween carnival for children living in our neighborhood.  So much fun it was, we decided to repeat the affair.  Anticipation grew as fall leaves turned yellow and red within our trees.  It was that time of year again.  Soon, ghostly goblins and fairy princesses would come a-calling.  Of course, our grandchildren would be stopping by as well.  Little babes dressed in fantasy costumes would be letting their imaginations run away.

Our oldest grand-daughter, not yet three, spent that day with us.  Together, we baked ghostly cookies of sugared purple before she busied herself with Motherhood.  A doll under each arm plus two more stuffed in a pink seat.  A stroller of four feet pushed on maple floors before it was time to eat.

‚ÄúGrandpa‚ÄĚ had to wake our precious princess before the carnival began.¬† Out of bed she flew, like a hummingbird to sugar-water.¬† Upon entering our back yard, it was as if magic happened while she slept.¬† Chocolate cupcakes decorated in lavender fluted frosting sat under the umbrella table.¬† Games were strategically placed on the lawn waiting for children to play.¬† Near our tallest pine, a brightly colored pile of leaves was ready and waiting for kids to tumble in.

Soon children and parents from houses near-by began to arrive.  There were characters from Frozen, Mario and his friends from video games, and a darling girl proudly dressed in her very best dress.  She showed it off to me, even letting me touch it!  So soft it was, made of thin wale corduroy, black (of course) trimmed in holiday orange.

Shortly thereafter my grown children arrived, carrying costumed babies on shoulders.  Security was tight.  At six months old and smiling bright, there was a new sheriff in town.  Soon, a sweet cotton pumpkin toddled by.  All plump in bright orange wearing black tights with suede boots to match.  It was as if she escaped from our local pumpkin patch!

Moms from the neighborhood helped out, encouraging kids to play games, where each and every child won a prize…maybe two or three, or even more!  On the patio a giant black tub made of plastic was filled with prizes for all of them to see.  Carnival day is a bit of magic to last the whole year through.  Much more for me than any of the children.

As each one neared the tub to pick a prize, eyes would grow to saucer size.  What would you like?   Play dough, monster trucks or jewels of diamond pink to wear with your princess dress?  Try these skeleton gloves on for size.  Perfect for the cold of night.  They glow, you know!  Rubber dinosaurs or army men?  Glittery bracelets or Barbie stickers?  How about a pack of Halloween pencils with colorful erasers? Or maybe you’d like a sparkling magic wand?   Perhaps a puzzle for later play?

Splish-splash!  Sweet babies dunked chubby hands into tubs of water, grasping for swimming rubber ducks in their mother’s hopes of winning rattles, fuzzy caps or teething rings.  What a sight to see a baby grab a slippery duck!

Shaded In a corner, I painted lopsided pumpkins of yellow, red hearts or black kitty cats on cheeks of warm pink.  Girls with smiles of pearls gazed prettily in a hand-held mirror of blue.  It was the perfect day!

By far, the biggest ‚ÄúHit‚ÄĚ of the carnival was definitely my husband who drove his lawn tractor, shiny and green.¬† In the rear, a wagon was attached stuffed with straw and yellow hay.¬† Soft it was.¬† Kids could sit and sink right in.¬† And, yes, they surely did!!¬† Piling in and plopping down, they held tightly to the sides. Giggles and smiles, joyful glee.

Around and around the subdivision my husband wore a silly chicken hat atop his graying head.  An innocent child sat upon his lap.  More in the back.  Up and down straw flew all around.  Some landed on the ground and in the street.  Little hands up in the air helped it disappear.  A bright green machine trimmed in yellow drove through empty lots and up the curb where squeals were heard.

Carnival Day….The perfect one in every way.

Happy Halloween!

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Cheers to Fall!

Recently, my family made a day visiting a local ‚ÄúPumpkin Patch,‚ÄĚ strollers and diaper bags in hand.¬† There, a whole Fall Fairground surrounded us of sorts.¬† Acres full of hanging fruit trees, big red barns and rows of tall, curled cornstalks colored in cream greeted us everywhere our eyes could see.¬† Scents of mulled cider wafted through the air together with funnel cakes and caramel corn. ¬†¬†Frolicking fun for everyone!

Under trees of colored leaves, Mommies held sticky hands of toddlers munching on crunchy apples dribbling juice-so-sweet.  Daddies carried bouncing babies on backs of sweatshirts rooting for favorite baseball teams.  And, children in all sizes wearing denim chased an old shaggy dog among rolling acres of an aged family orchard farm.

Together, the five of us took turns cuddling three babes, ages five months to 2 years.¬† Sitting on splintered wooden boards, we watched infant piglets run races behind straw bales of golden hay.¬† Faster and faster their mini legs ran.¬† This little piggy went, ‚ÄúWee, Wee, Wee.‚Ä̬† ¬†Round and Round‚Ķ.who would win?¬† Wait to see!¬† A prize for everyone under three!!

Next we went to feed scraggly¬†goats, precious calves and wooly white lambs fenced off in wires of metal grey.¬† ‚ÄúLook my innocents, watch Grandma now,‚ÄĚ I said, holding hands with palms so flat.¬† Before a flash, a crowd of hungry mouths with teeth so big and wide came to crash!¬† Nibbled from tentative palms holding crumbled kibble in toasty brown, tongues larger than life lapped faster than quarters could buy.

At the end of the day, grandbabies played in mounds of hay. ¬†Snap! ¬†Magic moments happened within the¬†click¬†of a thumb and forefinger.¬† Teeny feet jumped in scattered piles oh-so-soft and oh-so-tall.¬† Giggles from deep could be heard for miles around.¬† ‚ÄúPoof!‚Ä̬† High into the sky.¬† Bits and pieces flew everywhere, like confetti on New Year‚Äôs Eve! ¬†Arms of pink reached up with itty-bitty hands.¬† High, higher still.¬† Floating down, straws of corn-yellow in slow motion.¬† One‚Ķtwo‚Ķthree, right by me.

Leaves sparkled in whispering trees.¬† Golden yellow, burnt orange and sizzling red.¬† Crisp and curling at edges. ¬†Some falling.¬† Sunshine warmed faces through breezes from beryl-blue skies above.¬† Toys were not needed here.¬† Sippy cups tipped in unison. ¬†Life so good.¬† Cheers!! ¬†Ahhhhh…..