Drikus

a cartoon of a woman pushing a blue elephant ALT: a cartoon of a woman pushing a blue elephant

Forgive me for the intrusion, but am I the only one who thinks of Wilma Flintstone when I see Lake Wilma? (Couldn't find one where Fred was yelling, "Wilma!"

a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard . ALT: a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard .

I am as random as random can be.
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo

A mysterious woman stands among the crowd of revelers, unnoticed. Searching the crowd, she wonders who the next victim will be. She has been here before, long ago, another date and time when things were quiet in this sleepy town. Now she's returned as the investigator trying to find Moyra's Killer.

#DebutAuthor #MustRead #writersky #amwriting #writingcommunity

Writers get your pens and thinking hats for some inspiration...
The sea never stands still. The golden glow of the setting sun met the waves for just a second.
Why can't I find inspiration like this when I really have to write? Why do I need to read on it on Bluesky updates?
#writing
#updates
#think

Story begins...
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing

But you've had tornadoes in your area? Any damage? Are you in tornado alley?

Build houses? That's a first. I know somewhere in Europe they are "fighting" to have hemp recognized as a material to make clothes.

I see they also make clothes these days from marijuana they call it hemp, but I'm not sure if it's the same plant.

Is this from you house @mimitlrife.bsky.social? Any tornadoes yet?

Yes exactly. I can even smell when someone smokes marijuana, it's the most awful smell ever, although it's very sweet.

Smoking is no good at all. Tried it in my early 20s once at a party, nearly choked to death, and have not smoked ever.

Oh, my goodness, you want to make a grown man cry today, my late dachshund was called Missy. She passed away 7 years ago or somewhere there.

You are only as old as you feel. Some days it's 100 others it's 21. We can write debates about age.

See I told you; age is but a number, or is it?

🙏 💚

You look very young indeed. But what do they say, age is but a number? Or is it?

Oh, my goodness no. Her grandmother would be old and wrinkly with no teeth or false teeth for that matter, and a walking stick.

What is lol? I have never heard a Barbie doll say Lol...

Jane Goodall was a fierce advocate for primates, and an environmentalist of extraordinary character. I admired her
my entire adult life. What she did for science and women in science is also part of her legacy. She will be missed.
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Sunet over a lake with the reeds standing tall, a lone tree on the shore.

A golden hush on rippling glass.
Reeds like sentries let the evening pass.
Roots clutch the earth in patient prayer.
The warm light burning in quiet air.
Day sinks softly without a sound.
Heaven touching the soggy ground.

a barbie doll says " well if it isn t my favorite barbie sister what 's your name again " ALT: a barbie doll says " well if it isn t my favorite barbie sister what 's your name again "

@zandra-b.bsky.social I knew it! I knew it! Here is the evidence you are the sister of Barbie...

“Hope is often misunderstood. People tend to think that it is simply passive wishful thinking: I hope something will happen but I’m not going to do anything about it. This is indeed the opposite of real hope, which requires action and engagement.”

Dr Jane Goodall

Rest in peace.

Vincent van Gogh, Dutch (1853-1890), The White Cottage Among the Olive Trees, 1889, oil on canvas, 70 x 60 cm, private collection

Here, read my poem
Understand me

I Am the Bear

Spirit Song of the North

I am the bear, shadow of the pine,
Bone of the mountain, blood of the time.
I walk where the glacier breathes through the stone,
Where wind speaks names in a tongue unknown.

let me #shred
the mystique,
the #mystery,
that is loving
one person
forever-
people don’t stay
static,
change
may bring you
closer or drift
you apart,
it has little to
do with good,
bad,
right,
wrong;
there’s no shame
in trying
and then
trying again

#vssdaily #inkMine #poetry