Two-Bit Musings.

McDonald’s Farm (Greenhouse).

July 7, 2021July 7, 2021 SnapDragon X.14 Comments

RV Adventure: Stop #1!

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McDonald’s Greenhouse, Ltd Zanesville, Ohio

*In a Row,* 2021.
Ohio.
Original Photo by SnapDragon X.
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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.
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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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Fresh Air.

March 26, 2021 SnapDragon X.7 Comments

Breathe it in.

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And sometimes, with just the stirring of a springtime breeze through an open window, life seems so delicately beautiful.

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Two-Bit Musings.

The Dirt.

November 23, 2020November 23, 2020 SnapDragon X.8 Comments

*Feet,* 2020.
Cape Henlopen State Park, Delaware.
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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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Healing.

October 12, 2020 SnapDragon X.4 Comments

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.

August 2, 2020 SnapDragon X.10 Comments

(Dragon, that is.)

*Leaping & Boundin*g, 2020.
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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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