The new travel blog is up and running though there isn't much content yet!   Stay tuned for a map that tracks our progress using our SPOT GPS tracker as well as details and photos from the adventure, which kicks off in 17 days.

Here is the link:  http://bubblesgobye.blogspot.com/

I am more than a tomato-ist!

I know, you all know, I grow lots and lots of tomatoes!  I've been tending, harvesting, and canning them all summer.   I'm also obviously the mom of two young girls.  I love being mom, entertaining them, teaching them.  I am also kept busy with planning our trip to Central America.  BUT, I am trying to do more.   I think of myself as a writer, a poet, a ....something...  I am writing poems.  And some children's stories (which are too long for here), so here are some poems...

I'm remembering a friend

with pen point blue eyes

who ran like the wind

I'd set her blocks

and watch her go

I wanted to run like she did

but I was too lazy

I jumped instead

Jumping was playing

Easy and fun

I wonder if that's how

she felt

about running.

Sept '09

Little girl sad

Little girl cry

Little girl did not hold tight

A balloon on the end

of a string is

a wonderful thing

Balloon so bright

Balloon so light

Little girl did not hold tight

Orange over green

orange through blue

Fly ballooon fly

And, little girl cry

Next time

Hold tight.

July 2009

The orange cat sleeps

The baby sleeps

The mama sleeps

The stars hum

The night blurs

The mama dreams

The moon shines

The creek slides

The baby dreams

The house creeks

The mouse squeeks

The orange cat dreams

July 2009

Tempo tempo

Tiempo

Le temps

The time

The weather

Blue blue

Green

White white white

Rain

Breathe in

Breathe out

In

Out

Tempo tempo

July 2009

I'd like to have

a house with a tin roof

I'd paint it blue.

If I got tired

of my blue roof

I could paint it red.

In the front

I'd have a meadow of flowers

Out back, a creek

Running through.

I'd like to have 

a house with a tin roof

I'd paint it blue.

On the bed

I'd have an old woolen quilt.

On the porch

a rocker I'd buy new.

I'd like to have

 a house with a tin roof

I'd paint it blue.

In the morning

I'd bathe in the cool creek.

In the evening

[among the flowers]

I'd kiss you.

I'd like to have

a house with a tin roof

I'd paint blue.

If I tired

of my blue roof

I could paint it green.

July/August 2009