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Haiku Moment: umber

umber does not mean

somber, though pandemic frowns

steal sunflower smiles

 

umber by Angie Quantrell

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Sunday Inspiration

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.

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Text by God


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Sunday Inspiration

love and joy (2)

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Sunday Inspiration

love and joy

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Haiku Moment: fledgling

Photo by Angie Quantrell

 

pasture grown fledgling

flightless, injured; parents guard;

frightened, precious. help!

 

fledgling by Angie Quantrell

 

This pretty red-tailed hawk is now rehabbing at Blue Mountain Wildlife in Pendleton, Oregon. Visit link to learn more about this wonderful organization. http://bluemountainwildlife.org/

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Haiku Moment: gnarled

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grizzled and gnarled,

you lichened, weathered, old man;

desert strong sagebrush

 

gnarled by Angie Quantrell

Cowiche Canyon, Yakima Valley, Washington State


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Cowiche Canyon Hike

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It’s official. This writer/editor/crafter/Nana is a bit out of shape. At least for what my phone termed as 55 flights of stairs.

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Our afternoon hike yesterday on the Cowiche Canyon hike was gorgeous. Pretty nice on the way across the uplands and down the steep hill to the canyon floor. Pretty sweaty and filled with loud gasps and burning muscles on the way back up and over.

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But a good time was had by all two of us.

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We started on Summitview Extension, parking in the last available spot. It is a small lot, really a parking pad. Then up, over, and through the sagebrush and blooming spring flowers we went.

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Yes! There were so many desert flowers blooming-purple, yellow, white, chartreuse. Because we had lovely, sunny weather, the lighting was quite overpowering for taking photos, but try I did.

We followed the Summitview Trail. Since the trail loops and swirls all over, it’s possible to wander for hours. We decided to hook left on the Radio Flyer Trail. This really does wind through the sagebrush but leads all the way down to the Cowiche Canyon floor by way of the Lone Pine Trail. Do note, the trailhead at the bottom headed up the hill looks deceptively simple. That’s where we managed to rack up flights of stairs. I wore regular tennis shoes, but hiking boots would have given me more traction in the slippery dirt and ankle-twisting rocks. (I avoided the rocks, but did slip a few times.)

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Our hike was over 3 miles and took us about an hour and 20 minutes to complete. I’ll say it’s because I stopped often to take pictures. But I also stopped often on the way up the hill to breathe.

We even had an “attempted” Sasquatch sighting! Oh, the silly things one does to have fun.

The Cowiche Canyon is a great location for exploring close to home (Yakima Valley). Once we were up over the hill of Summitview Extension, traffic noise disappeared and we could hear only ourselves and the occasional fellow hiker. NOW is a great time to visit. Mud was not an issue at all, wildflowers are blooming, rattlesnakes are sleeping, and heat and ticks are not yet an issue.

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Go. Now. Just please. If you are a dog owner, clean up the poop.


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Haiku Moment: river rocks

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ancient, speckled orbs

water smooth, sand-polished gems

glisten, river rocks

 

river rocks by Angie Quantrell


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The 5th Annual Pretty Much World Famous Valentiny Writing Contest!!!

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CURIOSITY THRILLED THE CAT (214 words)

 

The most mysterious gift Pink received for Valentine’s Day was a shiny, heart-covered box.

But saving the best for last, Pink first snooped through the house, using her feline nose, super whiskers, and strong kitty body to locate other special day treats.

What’s in the bag? thought Pink.

Lick,

sniff,

snort.

“Meooowww, I smell kitty snacks.”

 

What’s under the bed? thought Pink.

Creep,

grab,

drag.

“Yow-wlll! I want that catnip mouse.”

 

What’s on the table? thought Pink.

Leap,

twist,

bump.

“Grrrrrr, I don’t like dog bones.”

 

What’s hanging over the chair? thought Pink.

Stretch,

jump,

hook!

“Roooaaarrr! Give me that yarn!”

 

What’s through the cat door? thought Pink.

Race,

run,

skid.

“Pffttt. Go ahead, fly away flutter-by.”

 

Pink sat in the lovely sunshine, pausing to groom her soft fur. Stretching, she dug her claws into the door frame, a forbidden treat. But only if she got caught.

“Pink!” growled Mama Mauve. “Stop sharpening your claws.”

Putting on her best innocent face, Pink strolled back through the cat door.

 

There sat the most mysterious, shiny, heart-covered box Pink had ever seen.

And it was all hers.

 

What’s in my beautiful box? thought Pink.

Dig,

claw,

rip.

“Mmmmm. A furry, fluffy, fantastic pink blanket for me!”

 

Time for a catnap thought Pink.

Scrunch,

scrabble,

curl.

Purrr-fect!