for my part Karla, Jack can go on holiday to the arctic circle -- his bite is truly worse than his bark -- I see you know him all too well -- peace and love my dear friend -- Jon Michael
I didn't quite get viral video, as you're talking mainly broken bones, but that's ok. I'd end it with "play that role." Or "assume that role." I'd leave the rest off; it's already known. At any rate, I like this. Avoiding being the victim of the wicked Jack! I've fallen so many times it's ridiculous. That's probably why my brain is so weird. I love the part of uploading your accidents to YouTube. Everything is fodder these days, isn't it. That's the real wickedness. Let's share it with the world, aha! Thanks, Karla, for warning us once again about that devil, Jack. often, because the frost or snow are beautiful, i just stay inside and take pictures from there. Ok, be warm and safe! julie
Loved this, yes, it's a little nippier up there above me, yet I am new this year so my blood has not yet thinned for it to bother me. The cold rain left in the back yard on my bare feet reminded me that cold water is cold water none the less. And even with flurriers threatened I am not sad for this is nothing like the north. Though I will watch out for slippery pavement also. LadyJ
You started me off right in this with winter grins his chilly smile...I pictured him right off, decorating and nipping and tripping, collecting broken bones like candy...Jack can bite ! But, not us, huh Karla? :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Karla,
I don't envy anyone winter conditions,...but in a way I do; yes the threats are there but also the beauties and the stillness. Love how you write this and the personal atmosphere it creates and evokes.
John
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2009
I know what you mean, Karla! I suffered a terrible fall one December not so long ago and believe me, I was very tentative on my long nature walks after the month-and-a-half-long recovery! Actually, it's not the long, beautiful wintery walks that are the most dangerous, it's the slippery porch steps and walkways that'll getcha! My husband and daughter make fun of me now when they watch me hunch way down on bent knees holding the railing with white knuckles figuring the lower I get, the less it'll hurt if I fall! One day, I even scooted down the stairs on my backside just to be sure! Sending love and safety, Gina
Jackie Frost visited my for the first time this year this morning. Yet nothing too drastic and he put on a spectacular show! But the tinker has his ways, too... the unsuspecting slippery stone... the less-than-rock-solid mud. It's my finger-tips he always bites, rather than my butt (more's the pity!) Like you, I prefer to pay my respects from the RIGHT side of the window glass when the temperatures really plummet. Time for some whisky in your oatmeal! :)) xx
Very, very cute and entertaining poem, Karla. I so remember the unbearable heat of Chicago's summers and unlivable cold of Chicago's winters, so like Texas. "Broken bones" indeed.
Your friend in Southern California; Mark
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Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love the phrase "collecting broken bones like candy." Stay warm...Carol
I don't envy anyone winter conditions,...but in a way I do; yes the threats are there but also the beauties and the stillness. Love how you write this and the personal atmosphere it creates and evokes.
John
In Christs Love
Michelle~
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D *purring contentedly at Mel-Mel; she's too cute!* LOL
Georg
Your friend in Southern California; Mark
With Love,
Cindy