Nonnie's Observations

Mardi Gras- the last day of revelry before the beginning of Lent- on Ash Wednesday. I took my cue to indulge myself one last time  before Lent’s onset. Then desiring to empty myself of so many worldly pleasures and to spark my memory of past years Lenten promises,  I cracked open my documents to seek those intentions.  What can I do to be a more saintly child of God?  My mind wrestled between other years’ vows and choosing a new one. So I decided to give up playing my computer games.  The very first day- perhaps science could explain my lapse, I clicked on the Solitaire icon.  Then just as quickly, my Guardian Angel threw virtual pebbles at my head to stop playing almost before I started. Displeased with my unconscious act , I wrote myself a reminder to keep here by my computer and to keep me on track- just in case… linking to Brenda Warren's Wordle #199 on The Sunday Whirl

fall’s Bible Study… apocalyptic chapters from Revelation The woman’s gnarled hands spoke of her roots in hardships…  almost audible! Thirteen poppies danced as the wind blew, enhancing their frivolous bop! literary inklings enticed me to continue reading this strange book in a blue temper... an epilogue for the week- speedy healing wished! 

Leaves blowing from the trees,  meandering down the street. Summer’s ending…on the edge of autumn. But the trees are not sending out their usual signal of leaves brilliant in orange , gold and red   which normally illuminate my days,  weeks before they become heavy  with the dread  of winter’s cold boring into my aching bones. Dismal is the weather,  the wind’s power being thrust at me like bullets from a pistol,  causing me to lock my door… fearful of what will follow. But as I gaze out the window, what is that I spot , a lonely plant ? Could it be the last rose of summer, dressed in its grandeur  like Cinderella for the ball ? sharing my free-verse at  Brenda Warren's The Sunday Whirl and Wordle #177