Oops!

I am really good at seeing "stones". During the past year, I have learned to observe and appreciate the little things. What I am not good at is recording them anywhere other than in my wee widdly head, especially on this blog. Today is the last day of the January challenge and I have managed to do how many posts? What's that you say...only one? FAIL! Guilty as charged. But that post did have a whole week's worth. Here are a few I remember from the past, ummm, FOUR weeks. (blogger hides face in shame)

Two pigeons dive for the same crumb. Peck, peck, poke. One hobbles away, then the other. I examine the morsel still on the pavement. A cigarette bud. I guess pigeons don't smoke.   (yeah, I am also a failed comedian...lol...but that is exactly the stupid joke that came to mind at that moment)

 Delicate lacy bonnets~hoar frost on the rosehips.




Morning surprise~ a white heart center in the kiwi halves.

Cuddling~ only the sound of his beating heart breaks the silence.


Okay...I feel better now that I posted a few. Now it is time for bed.

Good-night!

The Whole Week

The first week of January has flown by. After posting my New Year's stone, I have neglected to share them since. So, I will have to list them all together and kill two birds with one stone--or is that one week with 7 stones? Whatever. Here they are.

Monday, January 2

She wraps one arm over my waist, leans her head against by shoulder. The fragrance of her freshly washed hair is pretty flowers and innocence, a reminder that underneath all that teenager my sweet little girl still exists.


Tuesday, January 3



While others ridicule him, I blame his friends and friends. They should have told him he can't sing. 


Wednesday, January 4

No stone today. I suddenly remember what it is like to be young. I'm a kid who just failed a test.


Thursday, January 5

Sudden storm. Feet encased in cold, wet socks trudge on through puddles of melting sleet. These black, studded boots aren't waterproof.



Friday, January 6

Sitting across from you I see every sign of age, every flaw, and don't give a damn. My heart is yours eternally.  


Saturday, January 7

Skin on skin. 
Blooming like a rose 
wet with morning dew.

January 1, 2012

The new year is here! January 2012. Do you know what that means? It is time once again for the River of Stones. If you want to pay more attention to the world around you and make note of one simple observation each day, click here for information on how to take part. I will be posting my observations here daily during the month of January.

Photo by Linda Hofke. Copyright 2012.

The sparkler looks like a fiery dandelion shooting glittery seeds into the dark of the night as we plant our hopes and dreams for a new year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!