I am not liking this weather. Standing water is everywhere and still waiting for a place to go.
The low place in the neighbor's field is having difficulty accepting such an abundance of precipitation.
This morning, while out and about taking care of outside chores, my ears picked up a welcomed sound. A pair of wild Canadian geese were at the water's edge. He, with head held high, was in his element and singing his song.
His mate sat beside him, in the shallow water, grooming her damp feathers and checking her reflection in the muddy mirror.
The love birds have a lot to honk about this time of year.
They lingered for a short time and then took wing. The visit must have been a happy experience, because; the hen goose and her handsome gander both honked, loudly, as they flew over the easement and out of sight. I grinned and went on about my business.
I enjoy inviting you into my little world each week. This writer could step outside of my comfort zone and touch on a lot things that I know something or nothing much about and maybe not at all. No, you hear and read enough of the woes of the world.
My goal is to serve the readers of "Brazil Buzz" light refreshments: A smile, a chuckle or two and a piece of my heart and soul.
Impressionistic poets of the early twentieth century movement embraced the use of imagery.
They sought to portray the effects of life and its events much like I do in my musings, particularly in what I know as "stream of consciousness writing."
I want you, the reader, to be able to hear and see what I am writing about, to observe and be aware of how I deal with life, death, family, friends, nature -- reality.
Some may think my life is boring, lackluster, if you will. After all, most of my time is spent alone.
They would be wrong. It is true I don't get out much anymore. However, on Thursdays I come, as I am, to your house and I visit you through the newspaper that you have before you.
You visit with me at the little blue house at the end of the road and I look forward to our next visit. I hope you do too.
I am happy to tell you, to date, we have visited 448 times. "Brazil Buzz" was born, July 25, 2002.
Like Frost, I decided early on to take my column down the road lest taken, and you silently and verbally sent the message, "That's OK. We want to watch you grow as a writer. Follow your dream!"
I thank Frank Phillips and Jason Moon past and present managing editors of the of "The Brazil Times" respectively, and you the readers for believing in me.
Paul Baby will be home soon. Dinner looks delicious and freshly baked peanut butter cookies are sending the sweet whiff of his guilty pleasures to the door to greet him.
Tootie Mae is spinning around like a top. She may think he will offer her an extra treat when he arrives home. She will be right.
Toot doesn't worry much about her figure. Lazy girls don't go there and more; they never, not ever bite the hand that feeds them.
I reminded her that she is due for a physical exam next month. The vets scales do not lie, but she does not care.
I'm not worried. She will, no doubt, roll those big soulful eyes and the animal doctor will not say a disturbing word to her. He will shoot poor Tootie with a needle, two times and tell her to eat her broccoli. Well folks it time to turn off the porch lights and perk the coffee. The king is approaching the building and the carpet is yet to be rolled out.
I can be reached by phone at 812-446-4852 or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.