BOO! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
The Witching Hours by Micki Peluso, author of “And the Whippoorwill Sang”
A story of the origins of Halloween from olden times up to the present. . .
Read the story on www.awakenings2012.blogspot.fr
To all impacted by the storm’s wrath. . .
After a storm comes a calm.
~Matthew Henry
After the storm the sun still smiles
Easing the sadness across the miles
Helping hands do quickly extend
Working together to heal and mend
Prayer is uplifted for all today
As faith in tomorrow lights the way
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“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope.”
~Martin Luther King
The Statue of Liberty celebrated her 100th birthday on October 28, 1986. On that same day in 1886 she was officially accepted by the president of the United States as a gift from the people of France. Read more at Awakenings. . .
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Kellie’s back! In the midst of the chaos in her life over the last month (or so), and the MIA of FWF, Kellie feels the word desinated below would be perfectly suited for the returning prompt. For those who do not know the events leading up to this week’s prompt, here is a little blurb from Kellie’s blogpost on September 28, 2012:
After the lab tested the materials in our home believed to be asbestos, seems the contractor was mistaken. It tested negative! After five long days away from home, I’m happy to say we will be moving back over the weekend and continuing our remodeling!
Glad to have you back, Kellie♥
Here is the FWF prompt:
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Here is my contribution:
Picket Fences
The home place is visible in the distance
Fully laden pecan trees line the driveway
The front porch is in dire need of repair
And the picket fence guards the entrance way
Sounds of laughter, children playing can still be heard
“Don’t leave the backyard,” echoes the wind
As visions of scampering little feet
Turn them quickly around again
Gardens of rose buds, camellias in full bloom
Need nurturing and lots of care
Weeds have grown all round the fence
But sweet aromas linger in the air
Remembrances of family gatherings
Held dear and close to the heart
Are renewed with a walk along the fence line
Remaining very clear until time to depart
Smiles from within follow the picket fence
Along the perimeter of the yard
Securing home and gardens
Like an ol’ soldier standing guard
©2009 Remembering
Sharla Lee Shults
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Everybody knows that Stumbleupon is an great source for beautiful photography, nature, pets, arts and much more.
Enjoy the Top 20 Earth Pictures Found on Stumbleupon
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This Day in History: October 26, 1881
Cowboys, Tombstone and Wyatt Earp were destined to collide and by the spring of 1881, it was apparent they were already on that collision course. The most famous gunfight showdown in history featured thirty shots fired in thirty seconds that left three cowboys dead along with Virgil and Morgan Earp wounded.
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Do you ever wonder at the miracle of you?
Think about all the joys,
the struggles, the laughter,
and the lessons you have been through.
You are a miracle.
A bright and shining star.
Now you share your joys and lessons with others.
I love you as you are.
You teach me so much laughter
You share your strength time and again.
I love the way you talk about dancing in the the rain.
Do you ever wonder at the miracle of you?
I have seen your beauty at least a thousand times….
You are a miracle to me….in all you say and do.
We probably have all at some point in time gone through a move to a new location or perhaps many moves. Some of these with and some without pets. For those who have moved with pets, how often have you truly thought about the ‘thoughts’ of your pet during this time? You know, it can actually be very traumatic.
“With their qualities of cleanliness, discretion, affection, patience, dignity, and courage, how many of us, I ask you, would be capable of becoming cats?” – Fernand Mery Her Majesty the Cat
I’ve found a nice warm spot to nap, but it’s a gloomy rainy afternoon and I’m having a bad hair day. It’s been over forty hours since my last grooming and I’ve got a snarl between my shoulders I can’t reach. The woman of the house has been in constant motion, peripatetic the humans would say – running up and down the stairs, taking stuff out of closets and stuffing them in boxes. I’m starting to dream about boxes, they’re everywhere. I’m not even curious about them any more. I just wish they’d stray in the same place for at least a week. Is that too much to ask?
She’s gone past me three times as I write this, last time with a load of laundry. What is her problem with odor? Now what? She’s back again, and with the cursed wind…
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