I called this one "HATS ON A PILE".
It has nothing to do with the story below.
Just another doodle..
The Squirrel’s Dilemma
I was still sitting at my kitchen sink having just finished my breakfast, leisurely drinking my second cup of coffee and looking out of the window when I spied him racing across the lawn, hell bent for the nearest escape route, a huge tree in front of the building.
He started running up the side of the tree when suddenly, he stopped and peeped around it.
He twittered and darted and stopped and stood and twittered some more, his tail swishing constantly.
To witness his excited movements I would have thought he’d found a bushel of acorns all in one place.
That’s when I saw the trash truck ambling up the street which probably accounted for his nervous behavior even after he reached safety.
Suddenly he looked away from the truck, distracted by the activities near the planter just outside my window.
The planter that was his storehouse.
A man was cleaning out some of the overgrown ivy and debris that had blown in it.
Swishing his tail frantically, he craned forward then flitted back and forth around the trunk, pausing to decide whether or not he should start to panic.
It was such a helpless feeling watching the removed ivy pile up, not knowing how close the man was to his winter supply of acorns.
Even from his lofty perch he couldn’t see how much of his storehouse was left intact.
Back and forth, back and forth, he ran.
And the ivy pile got higher and higher.
This, of course, was not his only stockpile but he had worked extra hard on this one and now he was watching its’ possible destruction.
In an attempt at a better view, he scurried higher up in the tree pausing for a brief second several times, his head bobbing wildly as he turned and started down again
At the bottom he stood momentarily then he darted back up with more zeal than he exhibited earlier … in his sprint across the lawn .
Praise be!, his precious storehouse was still there.
He paused and looked back over his constantly moving tail at the man walking away with the discarded ivy then after checking his storehouse, he scampered across the roof to tell his friends of the near destruction of his pantry and invite them to share some of his bounty at a “Givingthanks Day” dinner …
that’s Thanksgiving Day in the language of the squirrel.
just give me paper and pencil or ink ..
I draw 'em and name 'em
FOLDED STRIPES
THE DANCE
on my way home I spied what looked like a comfortable chair on the porch of a second hand store …
the salesperson was busy ….
so I sat in the chair and relaxed in a "stop and smell the roses" moment ..
it was then … I noticed three ladies chatting over their banisters …
a little girl about 2 .. with more hair than I’d want to tackle stood on a chair in front of one lady … who ... talked as she greased her hands..
and with the dexterity that comes from experience…
proceeded to part and oil the baby's hair and scalp.
naturally .. the 2 year old moved her head .. this way … and that..not crying ...
but far from standing still ...
picking invisible nothing from the banister ..
absorbed in her own carefree world ..
it was then that I started to see the dance
initiated by the baby with a squat …
then a bend ..
then forward then backwards …
then side to side..
causing the woman to sit …
then stand ..
and with patience and grace ….
and with patience and grace ….
synchronize her movements to that of the baby's …
still parting… combing … plaiting and… chatting.
this was the familiar ritual of a woman and child ...
in the dance of combing an inquisitive 2 years olds hair …
© 2003 Joyce E Coley
wouldn't this be a nice quilt for that 2 year old?
PONDERING GOD
I was sitting on the porch .. enjoying the beautiful spring day
Just thinking … when..
A few lines from an old poem .. ran thru my mind
He sees me when I’m sleeping
He knows when I’m awake
He knows when I’ve been bad or good
And I’ve been both .. for my own sake ..
No.. it wasn’t Santa I was thinking about
It was God.
we’ve all heard the expression “God protects fools and babies”..
that protection saw me through the baby stages
and eased me through a few foolish ones..
He hangs right in there with me ..
Forgiving my mistakes..
Allowing me to rationalize
Until I see the light
Until I see the light
God knows me better than I know myself ....
and His light shines on me … day and night ..
He is the one easing me out of the cocoon I’ve secluded myself in …
urging me toward becoming a butterfly…
© 2005 Joyce E Coley
He watched me make this quilt with blocks of different bug prints ..
He watched me make this quilt with blocks of different bug prints ..
The Only One
I didn’t always wonder where it came from
but it crossed my mind one day … that …
no one else in my family had it
I even checked my ancestry
I was the only one … THE ONLY ONE
Maybe I should have felt special ... but
I didn’t like it …..
couldn’t fight it …..
I was stuck with it ….
so I … got used to it …..
It’s not so bad ... I’m not really sad
now I do feel special …
being the only one in my family … named Joyce …
This is one of Joyce's many doodles ...
she named this one .. CORRUGATION
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