Friday, March 06, 2015

Yesterday I amused myself with the Llamas and a left hand ode to spring and love.

Today, which is better than yesterday weather wise, I rose with hope of actually getting outside and doing something – however bad. And so I did. Not badly at all. I burned a bit of sticks that fell winter wise and raked some of the piled up leaves (wet though they were). Burning leaves have a place in my memories and life. Smelled good, as long as they were contained. I kept the fires small.

Two news pieces. One good, one bad.

Woman with local ties drowns in Kansas

One of the things I cannot understand, forgetting about the bond of human/dog, is the act of a human walking on ice that a dog falls through. I mean, isn’t it logical that if a forty pound dog breaks ice a one hundred pound person will also? I’ll leave it to you to find out whether the dog lived or not.

And the good news:

Report- Kansas wheat faring mostly well so far this winter

The soil moisture content, surface and sub-soil, aren’t too bad. But like most things it depends on what comes next.

So. One death, one report of expectation, and a beautiful day full of spring and hope and sunshine.

Life goes on.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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