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Friday, January 8, 2016

Waves Pound Haiku



Fingers hurt from work ~ thousand waves pound my muscles ~ rowing almost there.

It's Friday
I balance three employment activities
You do two things in this gig economy.
292 thousand new jobs added

Looking forward with joy to finishing
the construction work on the house and
downsizing.
Never never never use mastic to glue to drywall
Words of warning
We hung this beautiful blue cork board on son's wall
A mountain where he hung congratulations certificates,
blue ribbons, and photographs of teams and friends.
When he left for college the awards came down.

Misty ocean calls ~ lighthouse horn reminds from far ~ of the happy house.

2 haikus, thoughts and a video to make you smile
Caroline Gerardo
2016


Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Food Grows Where Water Flows



Food Grows Where Water Flows


Central California 2015
Rain fall catch us up
No interstate rail works
No system to retain water
Solutions can fill a cup


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Home Made Gifts


I gathered organic herbs from my garden
Orange, rose petals, ginger and tangerine peels- 
cut in thin strips and dry on an elevated screen
to allow air to dehydrate for 4 days (house smells
wonderful). 
Chop the peels and ginger into small pieces

Christmas Tea Recipe ~
Combine in large bowl:
Orange peel, ginger, rose petals, cinnamon, pinch of thyme,
allspice, rooibos and green tea.
Fruits and roses are 1/8 portion, spices 1/16 
Homemade and heavenly tea steeps 3 minutes in boiling
water and use the waste for compost


The label is above.

If you didn't get your package in brown paper...
whistle

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Christmas letter


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Dear
Must not have your correct address.
Last I wrote it returned to sender.

Taking the wallpaper down.
Endangered Lady Gouldians danced
on roses in kitchen and family room.
You hated on the toile.
Men saw it as grandmotherly.
Realtor says remove all toys.
Cried not when fingers bled,
at snow white walls superior
to silly frills that create happy.

It won't be my home anymore.
Owners mow heirloom climbers.
Petals look unruly, roll out sod.
Take photos when it's sold.















We have a tiny tree
fuller than a Charlie Brown's,
popcorn strung, cranberries
and cuties with cloves in patterns.
Quite opposite my giant jeweled
Christmas tree of gold.






In the garden hangs a popcorn ball
with peanut butter and thistle seeds.
Care for the song birds.
French braid never gets old.



Christmas wish to your happiness.
I miss you all.




My children grow stronger.
Teaching them to fly.
Academy of independence.
Keep your sense of direction.
Stay the course for joy.









With Love,
Caroline Gerardo 2015 Christmas Poem