Sunday, August 3, 2014

Lindy's mom tries to do it herself

I'm sure glad Lindy has been holding the fort for me. I kept looking and looking at my blog and there weren't any new comments. Suddenly, in the middle of the night (or early morning, it is 3:30am) I realized it was my own fault. Of course, I didn't blame Lindy. I found 35 comments, and only one was spam, so now 34 have been posted.
Thanks for being there, my friends.

I'm here because it is time for Fireblossom's Flash 55 at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, where I used to enjoy writing poetry. The following bit of doggerel (all mine, not the dog's) came to me just after 3am, and it has 55 words.
Thanks to my friend Hedgewitch for reminding me about The Garden.

not last night, but the night before
twenty-four robbers came to my door
and one of them said “roll over, roll over”
they all rolled over and one fell out
twenty-three at my door
I don’t know what for
then one of them said
“are we really all dead?”
and I woke up

                                Kay L. Davies, August 3, 2014

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Hello world, it's Lindy again, with new news

Maybe you can tell this is me...or at least the curliest part of me. I'm lying on the floor in this picture, not suspecting my mom is taking photos of my backside. And that's my new rug, to lie on when the floor is a bit chilly. You can see a bit of my mom's recliner on the right.

This is my dad's new lamp, beside his new window, behind his old recliner. People can look out this window to see our back yard, where I'm usually sleeping under a tree.

Here you can see rain on the front window. Yes, our neighbourhood is so green because the Canadian prairie is getting a lot of rain. My mom calls it "unseasonable" but I don't think that's a real word. Dogs don't use words like that. The wall isn't really black the way it looks here. Mom said something about the flash not going off because of light from the window. Some things dogs don't understand, but I know one thing: I don't like the flash when it does work.

This is the new little red table for phones and the answering machine. The answering machine has a funny voice because it isn't my dad and it isn't my mom. They say it's a computer voice but I don't really believe that. You can see the nice grey walls, and the white trim on the side of the doorway but not below it yet. We're going to have new floor in the hall, too. My mom says the old floor is "plug ugly" but I like it, because my food and water dishes are in the hall.

There will be two of these black stools in the living room, by the table with my dad's chess set, so someone can play with him. I will play with him, but I don't know chess.
Right now you can see the newly-painted wall and the nice new floor which is cool on hot days. My mom says you can also see that the baseboards haven't been done yet but I don't know what a baseboard is.

My mom says to tell you the living room ren-oh (that's short for renovation) has been keeping her busy, but that's not all. I know she went to British Columbia to see her friends and her brothers, and my cousins, too, and now she is very tired because travel is difficult for her.

Also, she says she is trying to get back to writing poetry, and she's thinking about posting more travel photos. I hope she does it soon, because it is extremely difficult for a Golden Retriever to use a keyboard without making all kinds of mistakes.
                             Lots of dog hugs, Lindy

P.S. I forgot to share these pictures of my cat cousins. Mom stayed with them when she was in Langley, B.C.
My new cat-cousin, named Sochi.

My first cat-cousin, Bailey.

I like this picture of Bailey when he was a kitten. Lucky cat to get into a refrigerator! I try and try to get into the fridge in our house but my mom and dad don't let me. I lie down in front of it when they're cooking, but they always push me away. Sigh.

Posted for Pet Pride
hosted by Bozo and his family
at their Pets Forever blog in Mumbai, India. Thanks, Bozo!

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Hello blog-followers, Lindy here

Hi everyone, here I am, Lindy Davies-Schear, wearing my best smile, to tell you my mom has been having trouble with the relationship between her camera and her computer, and with someone named Blogger. It's too bad, because they used to get along so well, but now the computer is rejecting the camera, while Blogger is rejecting the computer, and they're all breaking my mom's heart.

Plus, Mom says that, as far as poetry is concerned, her muse has abandoned her. I'm not sure what a muse is. I know what a camera is, and know what sound it makes when my mom turns it on, and I know where the computer is, but a muse? I think that should be "amuse" but Mom says no, and I understand what "no" means. It means the same as "Lindy, leave it!"

Wishing all our Canadian friends Happy Canada Day on July 1, and all our American friends Happy Fourth of July, and all our other friends Happy Day!
 — Lindy, Kay and Richard

Photo by Richard Schear

Friday, June 20, 2014

How much is that doggy reflection?

Lindy seems to be staring at her own reflection in the refrigerator, but she's not. Her close-up vision is pretty much nonexistent now, although she can still see objects farther away (yesterday, when walking with Dick while I checked on something, she headed for the wrong red car, and it wasn't even parked near ours).
So, instead of contemplating her lovely self, she is dreaming (as usual) about the contents of the refrigerator. You never can tell when someone is going to take out one of those lovely big cucumbers she so adores.

Posted for Weekend Reflections
hosted by James of  Something Sighted

Thanks, James!

Also posted for Pet Pride, hosted by Lindy's friend Bozo and his family at their Pets Forever blog in Mumbai, India.
Photo by Richard Schear with his smart phone

Monday, June 16, 2014

Galapagotian rhymes for Open Link Monday

I have no idea if that is a computer seems to think it isn't, but it suits me. Our present busy travel schedule all started with a trip to the Galapagos Islands in 2006 and we have been traveling ever since. Round and 'round the world we go, where we'll stop, nobody knows.


A few lines of this came to me the evening of Friday, the 13th of June, and other lines kept coming, so I am saving it all for Open Link Monday at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I'm hoping I can be back to contributing regularly soon.

I don't believe I have any toad photos from the Galapagos Islands, but I have plenty of other fun creatures.

one foot, two foot
red foot, blue foot
and another one

on the way

marine iguana
land iguana
hadn’t much to say
and nazca booby
turned his head away

sea urchins large

and sea urchins small

they neither lurch nor sway

and penguins

and sea lions

                                                      I love them both

this lonely fellow                       
                                           perhaps the most

hello can your husband come out to play?
no we can look but we cannot stay

moonscape with frigate bird

ship’s mast with more

and then on the shore

birds and animals galore
  lava lizards  

flightless cormorants and more

     and we mustn’t forget
     Darwin’s delight
     a finch upside down
     and one upside right
     about which science
     for long years would fight

and last but not least
no not least at all

the galapagos tortoise
the oldest of all

Photos by
Richard Schear
and Kay L. Davies

Sunday, June 15, 2014

W.B. Yates in the Imaginary Garden

For her form challenge this weekend, Kerry has presented to The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads the octaves of William Butler Yeats — a poet who, as Kerry says, needs no introduction.
Considered one of the foremost poets of the 20th Century, his influences were traditional Irish ballads and songs. Writing extensively in rhymed verse, Yates used quatrains in his earlier poems but, later, he preferred the octave as a stanza form.

foxhunter, from Wikipedia
Having returned to writing after something of a drought caused by illness, fear and exhaustion, I am not quite up to par, in my own estimation. I should have been excited to see the word ballad and, indeed, I was pleased, but nothing sprang to mind yesterday.

Earlier today, I couldn't quite come up with 8 lines of 8 syllables, and produced only this bit of nonsense, alternating 6 syllables with the requisite 8, arriving at a Kiplingesque rhythm rather than a proper Keatsian iambic pentameter.
the fox was out with many men
to take them for a ride
he knew they’d follow where he went
and knew where he could hide
outfoxed they were, those many men
who’d come from far and wide
Texas "Haunted" house built by
Dan Baker and friends
when brother fox, he ran them out
across the countryside

Later, although I couldn't avoid considerable maudlin sentimentality, and definitely couldn't call up my usual humorous muse, I did manage an entire two stanzas, then decided to post them in order to give up the struggle for today.

the house where lives my broken heart
is haunted by the loss of you
I promised always to be true
and now don’t know how I can start
a life without you in this place
where ev’ry wall and ev’ry door
where ev’ry board in ev’ry floor
seems each imprinted with your face

my heart has longed for you too long
my soul aloud for you has cried
but to the outside world I’ve lied
and did my best to be so strong
to hold my head up, even smile
say “I am fine now, thank you, please,
“don’t worry now, just be at ease”
to fool them all out there a while
Kay Davies, June, 2014                   

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Shadow Shot Sunday 2, with Lindy, too

Photos by Richard Schear, June, 2014

Lindy pauses to pant and puff in the shadows for a while during a walk this week with her daddy.
Now that her eyesight is compromised by cataracts, she wears her harness and we clip her leash to that, rather than to her collar, giving us better control. She still wears her collar, because her tags are on it, but she quickly learned that the harness means she is going out with us.

Posted for
Shadow Shot Sunday 2
and also for Pet Pride
hosted by Lindy's friend Bozo and his family at their Pets Forever blog in Mumbai, India.

Italian painter featured in the Garden

Today, over in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, our friend Fireblossom features Italian painter Guido Vedovato. Because copyright prevents us showing his paintings per se, I have chosen to use the two photos of the artist, with his work behind him.
More of his paintings can be seen on his website. His work is in the field of art called "naive" and therefore I have kept my style simple, as both complement and compliment.

Guido’s rockinghorse can till the fields
while the village sleeps behind him
and the hills rise up
out of the forest

his birds have wings no larger than their feet
but the town on the tree below them
tempts them to land
atop the tower

the concertina-player 'neath the moon
plays lullabies to help his people dream
By Kay L. Davies, June 14, 2014