Waste not. Want not: trash bags

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: trash bags”

Roosters in stereo

One of the first things I do in the morning, Cheekie has to go pee. Forewarning. As we trek through the yard, his bladder about to bombard – the ground in lots of different places. Multiple spaces. A sound fills the morning air. Do they dare? Back and forth. From across the creek. Every dayContinue reading “Roosters in stereo”

Why are you yelling at me?

I see you standing there. Why are you yelling at me? I can’t move. I can barely breathe. Why are you yelling at me? My legs and arms ache from immobilization. Why are you yelling at me? Dust from your rapid steps fill my eyes and nose. Why are you yelling at me? The ropesContinue reading “Why are you yelling at me?”