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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

My geraniums love the warm sunshine that is filtering toward them this Sunday afternoon.

A lady beetle is sharing the wealth.

The pampered plants will be a nice addition to the front porch of the little blue house at the end of the road comes the warmer days of springtime.

Our yard still has a light ground cover of the white stuff.

Patches of grass sapped of chlorophyll and energy are slowly beginning to escape from beneath the white blanket.

I like to check out the movements of wildlife here and thereabouts of my woods.

I track tracks through the mud, the weeds and snow, up hill, down hill and across the wet kitchen floor.

Scratch the end of that sentence.

I will tell you about Tootie Mae, my little ray of sunshine later.

Last week, I spotted a coyote in the field next to my house. That same evening, she or he set off the security alarm, within feet of my bedroom window.

The lone coyote stood for a minute or two by the garage door, beneath the bright night lights.

The animals' ears pointed upward, its sharp muzzle, no doubt sniffing the cold night's air.

Could be, the small prairie wolf was testing his or her vocal abilities. I could not hear its bark or howl.

The furnace was running and a small bedroom fan was humming its humdrum tune.

Besides the window is tightly sealed. Paul Baby does not want the wolves to get me.

You can laugh at that if you want too. I am.

Somehow, I saw beauty in the fox-like beast.

I wanted to see it again today. If not, the paw prints. I theorized, they might lead me to where the animal hangs his fangs.

Coyotes are nocturnal feeders. They run in packs.

However, over the years, I have seen gaunt and hungry females searching for food, some with young.

They forage for rodents, and such, around here during daylight hours.

Wild rabbit, cats and even small dogs taste very good to those critters, anytime.

A pack of coyotes can take down much larger animals than themselves, including humans.

Aged tissue is not an issue. They do not mind a challenge.

In my case, "Run for the hills" is not a good option.

"Walk softly and carry a big stick," might not be the best way to handle a wild pack of coyotes, in case of a close encounter of the worse kind.

Factor in, my trigger finger is on the sick list and has not smiled for days.

I reckon that it might behoove me to give up thinking about claws and jaws. I will not get a lick of sleep tonight.

So, keep in mind, if I should disappear and Tootie Mae is too afraid to look for her mom amid the cracks and crevices of the spills of our back 40, follow my coyote to its bone yard.

Otherwise, let it go. I understand proper burials are expensive these days.

This old faded blonde-haired person could handle a few extra dead "hare," no bones about it.

Are you expecting Cupid to ring your bell Valentine's Day 2010?

Well he has knocked on my door three times already.

Starla Gail sent two cards. The first is pop-up art, Heart Balloons from Treasure collection of PopShot studios, Bridgeport, Conn. I was pleased.

This week, when I opened the mailbox, I was pleasantly surprised to find another from my eldest daughter.

The card is unique in design -- handmade.

I was in awe when my eyes met those of a doe-eyed little fairy with glittery wings is dressed in a pretty frock.

She is standing in a field of flowers.

I opened the verse-free card and the handwritten message revealed a lot about it.

Last week, my granddaughter, Lindsay Terry, vacationed at her mother's home in Scottsdale, Ariz.

They visited a small mining town called Jerome.

It is a ghost town converted to an artist's colony.

The card was created and sold in a small shop there.

The building was built in the early 20s. It housed a bustling brothel during its heyday.

The owners, John and Mary Dempsey call their business, "House of Joy." Every piece of their copyrighted artwork is made there and sold there, exclusively.

Another unique card, created for me by my grandson Daniel Risk's sweetheart, Amber Schwartzkopf, at his company, Rick Productions.

The pink and mauve card bordered in hearts features a photo of the young couple.

Everyone has a piece of my heart and that includes you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Do not forget to make someone smile.

I can be reached by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at pmlsartor@aol.com.