I wonder if palm trees form a canopy. They do block the sun.
Or awnings?
Or clouds?
The red part is a covering (canopy), but above it is a beautiful, cloudy sky.A big bird minding his own business under a bush canopy.It’s amazing what you can see under a canopy of trees.
I got an earful when I hired a therapist – a “cat whisperer” as he advertised himself – for my crazy cat. He picked up Nutty, the name I gave her, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. At first Nutty looked at him with her usual suspicion thinking he might be one of my friends, but after a while Nutty began cuddling and snuggling up to him.
After the session the therapist signaled me aside out of Nutty’s hearing to whisper in my ear that he agreed with her about me. Agreed about what? was all I could say.
Moral of the story (in case you need the earful version): Don’t call your crazy cat Nutty (or even say she’s “crazy”); her name’s Madeleine.
PARAPHRASE OF FIRST STANZA – If I’d ever write the story of my life, I’d write about my friend, Madeleine. When she left one morning I saw her laugh and cry at the same time. What she told me I’ll never forget: “How God has blessed your home!”
Where we are at the moment there are plenty of opportunities to see sunsets and water. This is inland water, not the ocean, but there’s an ocean nearby.
I might not show any of those photos. Today it is art for art’s sake.
I can’t remember what this was. I do recall my phone telling me to clean the lens. (The lens was dirty.)This is a fallen palm leaf waiting to be picked up. There’s a bit of water in it on the right.Here’s a sunset that looks to my like art for arts sake
I am thankful to him for giving me a reason to post something today.
What I am also thankful for this past week is listed in capital letters under the captions of the photos. They are in no particular order, but driven by the rhyme and meter. I direct all of this thanks to the Lord.
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FAMILY, SUNSETS, WATER, JOY,OCEAN, CLOUDS and SAND,REFLECTIONS on a shiny WALLwhere LIFE can take a stand.
We were curious enough to ask Gregory what he was up to, but he was smart enough to run his mouth without giving us any real information. Every time we got in the mood to pester him with questions he’d send us on a wild goose chase.
As the years went by he became very good at whatever it was he was doing. We kept chasing geese.
Eventually Gregory moved away not needing our help, I guess, which was fine with me. Like, I mean, who needs him anyway, but I do miss trying to catch those tasty geese.
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Denise offers the prompt word “help” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of April 2026.
Cape
With a cape, funny clothes, I will fly doing good as the bad guys go by. Some will change. Some will not. Some get burned. Some have got nary one good excuse not to cry.
The soft clouds are bright orange in the sky as the sun gives a nod of good-bye.
Trying To Scream In A Dream
Though I thought it might help if I’d scream, but caught as I was in a dream a scream couldn’t come out, no, not even a shout, and right now I’ve forgotten that dream.
Look how red they are now. See the sound of a wow.
Help!
Like some rocks in a black and blue box I discovered the truth of hard knocks. Being knocked all about I had no breath to shout except, Help! Get me out of this box!
As I stand on the solid wood floor, as I walk to the open wood door, there is more there to see, but I don’t being me. Let me change. Ah! Just did! I see more!