Haiku Friday

The fog lifts off the
cool surface of the water
Morning ghosts afloat.

The sun will rise soon
turning ghosts to shimmering
ribbons that drift by.

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A mountain girl’s Favorite things

the monsters. their daddy. being a momma.

cats with loud purr machines and eyes like green marbles.

maverick’s head resting in my lap.

hugs from the monsters, especially the unsolicited ones.

swimming in the ocean. swimming in the lake. swimming at mom’s pool.

sparkly jewelry-doesn’t need to be the real expensive stuff, just sparkly.

good books with at least a relatively happy ending, especially mysteries.

holding hands. candles. warm blankets. lit fireplace.

the way the mountains look when the fog is rolling over them.

driving fast.

butterflies. lightening bugs. wild birds.

playing in the snow.

a good glass of wine. chardonay. merlot. red table. white table. homemade from mountain fruit.

seafood. red meat. sushi. popcorn. chocolate. mostly the dark kind. cucumber pickles. pickled beets and eggs. cold cereal. chicken and dumplings. gordon ramsay. lion dogs.

going to get my hair done. new highlights.

hearing from an old friend.

taking a photograph and seeing that it turned out way cool

coloring in a coloring book.

knitting. especially the last few rows to see the project come together.

blue eyes.

music. country music. phil vassar. rodney atkins. rock music. heavy on the guitar. the googoo dolls.

sitting and visiting with a friend. coffee. good, strong, dark coffee with cream.

ice cream in just about any form.

the feeling of scratching someone else’s back and knowing that they like it.

a good sale. beautiful shoes. beautiful hand bags. micheal kors shoes and handbags.

makeup. especially lipstick or gloss. and mascara.

canaries. frogs-kermit. turtles-tmnt.

learning about art. Monet. Van Gogh. Matisse.

tattoos.

orange.

Edgar Allen Poe.

gagillion thread count sheets.

fall leaves. football games. Virginia Tech Hokies.

my mom and dad. BABY brother! my aunts and uncles. all my cousins.

my Colorado friends. steps.

the way the trees look like velvety fabric in the rolls and folds of the mountains.

cold mountain stream water at the Cascades, near Mountain Lake

picking blackberries.

sitting in my mom and dad’s front yard under the trees at just about any time of day or evening.