Lake Water



Dunking and splashing

In water ruby-stained with iron ore.

We were mermaids: at home with  fish and turtle.

Flaxen streaks amidst brunette honed to honey-hues

Cascading on shoulders burnished brown

From the chrome-hot sun.

Running, running, laughing, laughing;

Our heels hitting hard on pebbles, red clay squishing.

Only sand burrs finding hidden tender skin between toes

Or the quick grab of briar on bare arms slow the fun of hide-n-seek.

Steep-sided gullies carved by ravaging tributaries, trees and

Tall native prairie grasses provide haven.  Shh!

Listen for that final count of fifty and

The approach of seeker’s feet.

Bliss is having known

The caress of summer breezes

While being lulled to sleep on beaches

Of the southern rocks or northern pink sands

That form the complicated puzzle-piece border

Of the Red River dammed and brimming –

All under the careful watch of

The man in the moon.

We lived a childhood as sweet

As the perfume of the honeysuckle-laden air

And as gentle as the rich waters

In which we eagerly swam.


Inspired by my sis,

With whom I shared these moments and years.

My Neighborhood (Part 5)

My sweet sis sent me a challenge this morning, one I grabbed at immediately; we will be encouraging each other to become healthier.

A little more exercise (hopefully a lot over time), a little less food yet more wholesome (but I will not give up my beer and wine), more quality sleep and, best of all, more time with Kathy.  I know it will mostly be on-line time, but better that than the stretches of silence we so often endure.  Why do we do that to ourselves?

I was too excited to wait a moment and sent Kathy an invite to become buddies on our fitbit accounts.

(Oh my, all her misguided lofty opinions of her older sister are soon to be shattered as if dashed on the rocks of the Lewisville dam during a first-of-winter Blue Norther’… but I bet she still loves me even after reading my sordid journal entries.)

Even though she hadn’t had a chance to respond to my buddy-invite, I felt the need to rise to the occasion immediately, especially after a long, fattening, nose-in-my-computer winter.

Night before last, Mother Nature gifted us with a hard two-inch rain and then last night a late spring coldfront spread over us laying a light frost on the grass.

The sun this morning appeared brighter than normal in scrubbed-clean air when I struck out in my Vibram FiveFingers.

As always, it took only a few minutes, and all my cares and woes no longer existed.


I was high on the familiar sights of my neighborhood –

the modest, simple, safe and clean world I live in.

I said hello to an old friend.

I wouldn’t be surprised if I have a new friend to wave at soon –

a wobbly, miniature friend.

The rest of my day unfolded fresher, crisper.

My mind, always a-whirl perked  up,

happy and energetic,

eager to soak up new ideas.

Arriving back home after my renewal, I was captivated with the brilliance of the Japanese Red Maple glowing bold crimson and the Variegated Vinca just starting it’s early summer showcase of periwinkle.

Hey, my loving Sis, there’s no one I’d rather do this with!

– debi