Two-Bit Musings.

McDonald’s Farm (Greenhouse).

RV Adventure: Stop #1!

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McDonald’s Greenhouse, Ltd Zanesville, Ohio

In a Row, 2021.
Ohio.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved, yo.

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Oh!

What a sweet, charming spot for our first night on the road, Dear Reader.

Even though it was hotter than blue blazes, as my mom would say, we had so much fun strolling along this family-run farm and greenhouse.

As RVers, we’re part of something called Harvest Hosts. Basically, for about $60 a year, you can camp at a zillion farm-to-table kinda places all across The US of A. I’m talking breweries, wineries, farms, and the like.

So, McDonald’s Greenhouse was our first!

It was a solid 90 degrees outside, so we had the sights to ourselves. Baby Snap and I bounced on a giant blowup thing for a few minutes, walked through a sandpit, and ran around in the grass like only kids can.

(We then guzzled down water in the shade.)

But mostly, we visited with the sweet animals!

Gorgeous Gobbler, 2021.
Ohio.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
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Look at these beauties!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a turkey this close up before. The colors of this big boy’s skin were quite lovely: an indigo and violet I’ve never seen in nature!

We Are All Earthlings, 2021.
Ohio.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved, yo.

As you can see, there were also a handful of goats! We also spotted a calf, and I think one sheep.

So basically, it was SnapDragon Heaven.

Innocent Animal Fix satisfied!

. . . on to the next!

Stop #2 comin’ atcha.

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Two-Bit Musings.

The Dirt.

Feet, 2020.
Cape Henlopen State Park, Delaware.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
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Sometimes I just want to dig my hands in a fragrant, saturated soil.

I want to feel the granules in my skin rivets; the cold mud seeping stories of the earth.

Blood flows;

Air circulates;

Eyelashes stand guard.

Hello.

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The Poetry Pot.

Healing.

Poem 5. Written by SnapDragon X. (Um, like everything else on this site, yo.)

Let it Roll, 2016.
Playa del Carmen, Mexico.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
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these cracked feet, cracked hands and crackling lines around my eyes

whisper in harmonious healing.

the weeping and seeping of water has dried.

a tortoise shell; a vacant nest; a notebook whose pages have been burned.

yesterday is a vanished ache.

good-bye.

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*Bonus points if you listen to George Harrison’s “Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp” on high-quality speakers, as loud as your ears will allow. I dare you not to smile at the beauty of life.*

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A Snip of The Snap.

(Dragon, that is.)

Leaping & Bounding, 2020.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
All rights reserved, yo.

Ahh. What a day.

Albeit quite busy with baby, there were so many small delights:

This morning I looked outside and saw a brilliant red cardinal. He was pecking away at our herbs, in what I can only assume was a joyful fashion. He looked like a drawing, or a children’s illustration. How lovely.

Then this afternoon, I decided to revive my potted SnapDragon. I cannot tell you how exceptionally satisfying it was when I found her, several weeks ago, sprouted and blooming and looking like a fairy’s wedding cake. The Sweet Husband and I had exerted precisely zero effort on our garden thus far, so to see nature finding a way was, of course, a comfort all of its own.

And to top off my day of splendor, Dear Reader, I saw a wren feed her two (or three?) young ones in the nest they built in our hanging begonias. I saw her deposit the meal carefully inside each beak. It was so simple, so loving, and so innocent.

And my heart, it did rejoice.

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The Quiet.

The Quiet.

In Bloom, 2019. Pennsylvania. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

This moment is real.

The spring air is cool, still, and transfixing.

Oh, how I love The Quiet.

Have I ever told you that, Dear Reader?

Because The Quiet is alive.

The tick-tock of the cuckoo clock reminds me that time waits for no one.

Unidentifiable birds call to each other across the yard.

The Fur Babies’ water fountain trickles away, to ensure a fresh gulp is at the ready.

The ice cubes clink against the glass as I enjoy another sip in solitude.

Never Enough Thyme, 2019. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

I perch upon the porch for a handful of minutes. The morning sun has never felt better; my skin relishes its power.

This is The Perfect Moment.

I am alive.