As Blue and I step out our front door a teenage girl wheeling by says with a smile, “What a beautiful dog.” I reply, “Thanks. You have a unicycle.” She smiles wider and cycles on her way while the dog and I walk the other. As we circle the block, our paths again crisscross, and we share another smile. First time I’ve seen her and her unicycle in our neighborhood. Quite unexpected. Rather wonderful. This glimmer of circus flair among the beige houses.
September 19, 2015
I am on sidewalk with Blue before a couch nap until morning
Crickets
Cool air
Nearly full moon glowing
August 28, 2015
caught on the sidewalk
in pouring rain
like a mini monsoon
from gray cloud warning
to bucketfuls falling
once home
inside and dried off
sky faucet stops
sun resumes
me and the dog
are still sopping
August 10, 2015
early morning
drizzly day
pajama clad
dog walk
mismatched
polka dot tank top
floral swirl pj pants
tired eyes
no sunglasses for disguise
soft rain
gentle
didn’t see anyone
thankful
must be summertime
August 9, 2015
Thankful for neighbors who know Blue and me. That dog got loose from the backyard leash tonight. I didn’t know until the phone rang and I was asked, “Do you have a dog named Blue?” Thankfully, after a joy run described as, “he was running fast,” Blue went to Becca and her friend Steve when they called him. That alone is amazing, wonderful and rare without Blue bait in the form of a treat or pretty girl dog. Becca used Tilly’s leash to walk him the short distance home. Scared me. I didn’t know they had him when I hung up the phone. I shouted to the boys to help me catch him, grabbed his leash and went out the front door and saw them. Situation under control. *Relief* Crazy dog that is crashed out, conked, happily asleep dreaming doggy dreams now. Thankful it all happened before dark and he is OK and home.
#33 in The Crayon Diary’s Our Stories series is about Blue dog and me. Thank you, J. Timothy Quirk for creating this portrait in art and words.
Janean Baird is part of “Team Awesome” a group of friends who met on Twitter. Although we were from different parts of North America (friends in Canada, in central NY, in western NY, in Alabama, Janean’s from Illinois and I’m in CT) we formed a tight knit supportive community.
Janean writes about her family, often writing about Blue, her German Shepherd and the walks they take under the moonlight. Her blog is Turquoise Tangles
After you see her work LIKE HER TURQUOISE TANGLES FB PAGE HERE!
In 2012 I created a format to showcase some of the talent our team had and called it the “Collected Works of Awesome”. You can find it on SCRIBD here! This is Janean’s poem (and photo).
When I started Nutmeg Chatter I also reached out to Janean and she permitted one of her poems to be used with another team member’s photo…
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The birds serenaded Blue and I on our early morning walk. Thankfully the pouring rain from earlier had stopped, though we’d have walked anyway. Enjoying breakfast now and some quiet time before the boys wake up. I love being their mom. My oldest son gave me my Mother’s Day gift early by going to the Good Friday artist reception and service in April. My younger son wrote me a poem that I’m not supposed to know about, but I saw the rough draft on accident while looking for his weekly report. Since he was out sick three days last week his awesome teacher sent it home with Friday’s homework with a post-it, “For Andrew’s Eyes Only :-)” I didn’t peek! Hope everyone I know has a blessed day filled with abundant love that overflows. Hug each other close. I had no idea how much my parents loved me until I became a mom. I get it now. Love that knows no bounds.
May 10, 2015
la lune is extra beautiful tonight
glowing golden
with a halo of moonbeams
in a blue hued nighttime sky
hope you can find a moment
and moon gaze too
full dark is just now falling
perfect for sweet dreams
yet also made for howling
your choice
goodnight
May 3, 2015
It happened again just now. A silver pest control truck slowed down and a silver haired mustachioed man said, “THAT is a beautiful dog.” I said, “Thank you” with a smile and he drove on. I turned to Blue, standing beside me in the driveway, and told him he is handsome. Traffic stopping handsome even. He’s a sweet one too. My faithful canine companion. Woof.
April 16, 2015
on the train
heading home
lost in my own thoughts
my heart hurting
a sweet sound breaks through
that of a child howling
not crying, squalling, or fussing
howling
like a wolf at the moon
AH-OOO!
[but not too loudly]
it was a quieter, “ah-ooo”
made me smile
I peeked around my window seat and said aloud to the brown eyed boy behind me, “Is there a wolf back there?”
his eyes got bigger
as did his mother’s smile
I told him I like to howl like a wolf too
added that I have a big dog that looks like a wolf with a long nose and pointy ears and that he has a girlfriend that howled if he didn’t visit her fence fast enough when we went on walks
he has three dogs at home
one of them is named Luna
the same as Blue’s best girl
thankful for this brief moment
on the train taking me home
the day after a memorial service
for my grandfather
he was a moon howler too
great big, giant and loud, “AH-OOO!”
though for thoughtfulness of others
such as inside and on a train car
a quiet, nearly whispered, “ah-ooo”
I love you, Grandpa
Forever
your life’s work and legacy will live on
inside everyone who ever met and knew you and through your stories, music and poems
ah-ooo
ah-ooo
ah-ooo
April 12, 2015
Turquoise Tangles 