Something about power towers always fascinates me, and rows of them automagically turn into double-Dutch jumpers. So I took a classic jump rope rhyme as the basis for today’s #poemsketch. Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save Save
Irma inspired all sorts of light-related poemsketches. I think this is the final one. Save Save Save Save Save
Playing Qwixx and other games by candlelight after Irma knocked out the power is a favorite hurricane memory. Just being in the storm with family instead of in our own place made it more adventure–less drudge/danger. Not literally, but in the way it felt. Save Save Save Save Save
Once at my sister’s house in Orlando, I found electric lights extra fascinating because we were 99% certain we would lose power during Irma. Here’s a #poemsketch. Save Save Save Save Save
We had three amazing days at the beach, but we left a day early to head inland. My sister was supposed to spend that last night at the condo with us, but instead we headed to my Dad’s up the coast for a quick visit before going to my sister’s
Walking in the sand, we watched snowy egrets plucking up their impossibly skinny legs to stalk through the incoming tide. My poemsketches are generally done very quickly. Written in less than 5 minutes and drawn/painted in the same. If I screw up the drawing, oh well. But I will say
Continuing our Florida adventures…I loved seeing bird footprints in the packed sand after the tide rolled out.
I passed this shovel half-buried in the sand on the beach two days in a row. It called to me for today’s #poemsketch. I have such lovely memories of collecting shells at the beach as a kid. And it’s Poetry Friday! Visit Amy at the Poem Farm for the Poetry
Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll share some poem sketches written earlier this month, on our trip to Florida. The day my husband and I flew down, we went to see my dad. When I went into the bathroom, I was struck by the sight of my mom’s nightgown,
Today’s #poemsketch is from my day at the State Fair a couple of weeks ago. Very fitting as it is now feeling fallish here in Minnesota, as if summer is disappearing into the distance, waving a deep-fried goodbye! Save Save Save Save Save Save Save
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