Noon Whistle

I just cracked open the window in my house.  Here it comes, one long siren.  It's not a fire, it's lunchtime in Small Town U.S.A.  I think the noon whistle is one of my favorite small town sounds.  When I moved away to the big city for a decade, oh how I longed for my noon whistle.  I think most people in town enjoy it.  Although a few years ago there was a movement by a few non-whistle blowers to silence the noon time tradition.  A few letters from both sides of the whistle to the editor in our local paper seemed to keep the whistle blowing.  So tomorrow, I will listen for the whistle, and if you're ever traveling through Small Town America, roll down your window at noon and appreciate the whistle.

Smiles

I saw a man in a motorized wheelchair.   He looked scruffy.  He'd had a hard life.  Smoking a cigarette.  Head down.  An old man.  I was walking with my daughter at the cemetery.  Sometimes it's the most relaxing place in town.  It's also a great place to watch the sunset across the big valley.

 Anyway, I know a lot of people would just walk by him.  Pretend not to notice, and not catch his eye.  I said hello and smiled, he smiled and said hello back.  I could see he was pleased.  I was pleased too.  Maybe he thought the same thing I did.  Maybe he was thinking I probably wouldn't say hi, and he wanted to see if he could make me smile.  He did.  We both did.

Earplugs

No, I'm not a sports journalist.  But lately I find myself reaching for the sports section.  I like the new coach and quarterback at our local university.  I'm reminded of how the lessons learned on the field, and in any sport, apply to everyday living.  This past week my new favorite football coach told his players to "put in their earplugs."  Forget about what others say, stay focused on what's in front of you today.   For him and his team it's next week's game.  For me it's publishing my first book.  I have written and completed seven children's books.  Don't look too far ahead.  One step, or game at time as the coach would say.   I have practiced long enough.  I'm ready to play.

Caterpillar Hunting

A very hungry group of caterpillars have decided to dine on my new petunias.  I can't believe I am hunting for caterpillars in my spare time.  I found five in one plant!  I wasn't  sure what to do with them.  How do you dispose of The Very Hungry Caterpillar after all?  I decided the humane thing to do was to let them stay on their leaf.  Then take the leaf to the alley with other plant debris.  Problem solved.  Conscious clear.

The Middle of the Forest

Okay, I am looking at my Snow White Plate from Disneyland.  The artist is Gomes.  That really doesn't matter to me.  However, Gomes does create lovely art for the Magic Kingdom. I just like the picture and how it makes me feel.  Snow White is sitting in the middle of the forest.  She is at peace.  The artist has captured a moment in the story that makes me want to join her.  I think I will.

Multiplying My Garden

About a year and a half ago I bought a bunch of plants from "The Plant Lady".  She told me  she found it comforting to be in her garden after her husband passed on.  At the time I thought, "Oh, how nice for you."  Today, I find myself reaping the benefits of working in my garden.  I have taken the few plants I got from her and multiplied them many times over.  Last week I gave a friend cuttings from all my favorite succulents.   Over the past year I have discovered the beauty of the outdoors and plants, almost for the first time.  Like the Plant Lady, I am comforted and rewarded with what is clearly more than just a hobby.

My Miniature World

If I could live in Storybook Land at Disneyland I think it would be very satisfying.  Coming back from Disneyland is always inspiring.  But how do you make the magic last?  Walt started with miniatures, so why can't I?  Since I like to write stories and admire the world of miniatures, I decided to start small.  Today I made a miniature garden.  I call it Beatrix Potter's Garden.  I do believe I go back and forth between her and Walt to draw creative inspiration.  Both were storytellers.  Both loved their imaginary worlds.  There's something wonderful about the perfect world of miniatures.  This garden is one of my favorites that I have made.  I can change it, add to it, and best of all.....write a new story.