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The Hayloft -- R. L. Stevenson
Through all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
These green and sweetly smelling crops
They led in wagons home;
And they piled them here in mountain tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High--
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!
O what a joy to clamber there,
O what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay!
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Daily Doodles for 4/21/24 - 4/25/24
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Daily Drabbles for 4/21/24 - 4/25/24
4/21/24
Maxine sat very still. She kept her gaze firmly on the book in her hands, but her eyes couldn't focus on any of the words. She hadn't turned a page for several minutes. Hadn't moved a muscle. Maxine worried that she wasn't being convincing enough. For as much as she tried to pretend she didn't care, she did care, she was bursting with caring. It was taking all her willpower not to look at the black cat curled up on the chair across from her. She was hoping that if she acted aloof the cat would take interest in her.
4/22/24
Shelly didn't know anything about cars. She could only guess that her brother didn't either. There was nothing about the car he had brought home that struck Shelly as anything special. She might not know much, but she had seen movies, she could guess what kind of cars were more expensive than others. Her brother's car was far too old, and not in a vintage, collectable way. And yet, he sure was proud of finding it and getting it for the price that he had. He rattled off all kinds of information about the car while Shelly only stared blankly.
4/23/24
The snow was taunting her. Every day the pile in the backyard shrank little by little. As the days came one after the other, each one warmer than the last, she grew ever more certain that surely tomorrow would be the day that she looked out the window to find the snow had finally vanished. There had been several tomorrows now, and still a tiny mound of frozen snow remained a fixture of the backyard. But it was still only April. The wind hadn't shaken off the chill of winter. If tomorrow couldn't banish the snow, then perhaps May would.
4/24/24
Kenneth sniffled miserably. He was a pathetic sight all bundled up in blankets on the couch with his baggy eyes and red nose. He'd been hacking and coughing all morning, but his last round of medicine seemed to be helping as he'd given up coughing in favor of a stuffed up nose. Hariett had been playing nurse all day, making sure to keep Kenneth on a steady stream of fluids and meds at appropriate intervals. His condition had been slowly yet steadily improving over the past couple days. Hariett was hopeful that he was now through the worst of it.
4/25/24
Paula picked up her cup and sloshed it around. It felt like there was still a bit of liquid left inside. Maybe half a cup. Not much ice though. Paula took a sip through the straw. It tasted vaguely of cola, but more like water. The ice had mostly melted. Paula popped a french-fry into her mouth, wiped the salt off her fingers on her pants, and then stood up with her soda cup in hand. As she approached the soda dispenser, she pulled the lid off the cup and chugged the rest of her drink. Readying for a refill.
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There Are Roughly Zones -- Robert Frost
We sit indoors and talk of the cold outside.
And every gust that gathers strength and heaves
Is a threat to the house. But the house has long been tried.
We think of the tree. If it never again has leaves,
We'll know, we say, that this was the night it died.
It is very far north, we admit, to have brought the peach.
What comes over a man, is it soul or mind--
That to no limits and bounds he can stay confined?
You would say his ambition was to extend the reach
Clear to the Arctic of every living kind.
Why is his nature forever so hard to teach
That though there is no fixed line between wrong and right,
There are roughly zones whose laws must be obeyed?
There is nothing much we can do for the tree tonight,
But we can't help feeling more than a little betrayed
That the northwest wind should rise to such a height
Just when the cold went down so many below.
The tree has no leaves and may never have them again.
We must wait till some months hence in the spring to know.
But if it is destined never again to grow,
It can blame this limitless trait in the hearts of men.
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Daily Doodles for 4/16/24 - 4/20/24
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4/16/24
Sidi grabbed a handful of sand and watched it slowly drain out of her clenched fist. Here in the shade the grains were cool to the touch. A refreshing change from the rest of the beach where the hot sand had burned Sidi's feet as she'd run across it to the water. But the pavilion she was resting under had protected this small patch from the heat of the sun. Sidi burrowed her feet into the sand, enjoying the cool sensation that spread over her. She almost wanted to dump some on her head to further cool herself down. Almost.
4/17/24
Thick drops of rain fell heavy from a dark overladen sky. The water-soaked pavement reflected the rainbow of neon lights strung out across the city. Multi-colored droplets splashed into the air as Nokia stomped down the sidewalk. She had brought an umbrella but her long flowing hair had managed to get soaked anyway. It would be a frizzy disaster when she finally got back inside and dried off. People on the streets, all as brightly dressed as the lights around them, eyed Nokia warily as she passed. She must have looked a sight, with her drab clothing and wild hair.
4/18/24
Georges confidently moved his piece forward across the board. Armand took the bait and captured the piece. Lining up his pieces for Georges to jump them all in a long chain and landing his piece on Armand's side of the board. Georges grinned excitedly as Armand begrudgingly kinged him. Georges was now primed to capture the rest of Armand's pieces and win the game in only a few turns. Armand was well aware of this, he leaned forward in his seat and stared intently at the checkerboard. Armand lifted a piece and jumped all of Georges' checkers except his king.
4/19/24
Janey heaved a heavy sigh as she stared down her bed. A pile of recently cleaned sheets and blankets lay in a crumpled pile in the middle of an otherwise bare mattress. It was very late and Janey wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and pass out. She also wanted nothing less than to make her bed. Thus, she was at an impasse. She was so very tempted to just flop down on the mattress and make a nest of the pile of blankets. She could make the bed properly in the morning when she had more energy.
4/20/24
I can't forget the look on her face. Just… the absolute betrayal in her eyes as she turned to look at me. It's an image that's going to stick with me for a long time. It takes real dedication to break someone's trust like that. I had to be very patient with her. Spend years always playing the good friend, the reliable one. It was almost ironic. All that time I put into our friendship. All the years getting to know each other. She should have already known. I was never gonna give her up. Never gonna let her down.
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Daily Doodles for 4/11/24 - 4/15/24
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Daily Drabbles for 4/11/24 - 4/15/24
4/11/24
Whilma took a deep breath. The room smelled of peaches. Nancy's room always smelled good. Whilma looked around at the large collection of candles Nancy had spread out across every available surface. They ranged in scent from the conventional to the bizarre. Whilma picked up a pink candle from the edge of a shelf beside her. It promised to smell of honey glazed ham. Whilma replaced it and picked up a green candle. This one claimed to smell like freshly cut grass. Those weren't even the weirdest. Nancy had a whole collection of unpleasant scents. Like manure or wet dog.
4/12/24
Saba stared up into the woods through the glass door. The trees were still bare, so she could see farther than usual, but it was overcast and there was a light snowfall to further obscure things. Jingo had run up into the forest again, chasing after some imaginary danger. Saba had called him, and now she was waiting for him to come back. She couldn't see any hint of his light coat between the tree trunks. Saba pulled back from the door and opened it. She called out to Jingo again. She could hear him crashing through the dead leaves.
4/13/24
Chubuu twisted open the jar of jelly with a satisfying pop as the seal broke. There was nothing like the smooth surface of a new jar of jelly. He scooped up the purple goo on a knife and smeared it across a slice of white sandwich bread. The jelly spread beautifully and Chubuu soon had the bread covered in a thin layer of the fruity substance. Chubuu next wiped the knife off on a second slice of bread before opening a jar of creamy peanut butter. This too spread cleanly and smoothly across the bread, creating the most perfect sandwich.
4/14/24
There was a series of loud metal clangs as Arid piled the empty feed buckets into each other. She scooped them up and marched back towards the barn. It was still early enough that the sun hadn't climbed above the mountain ridge yet, but its light was slowly filling the sky. Arid paused just outside the barn and stared up at the tallest mountain peak across the valley from their farm. It was far too dark to see clearly, but Arid liked to imagine that she could make out the red flags that lined the trail up to the shrine.
4/15/24
Purple popsicle juice dripped over Timmy's fingers and onto the wooden deck beneath his bare feet. As he sucked on his frozen treat, he stared out across the darkening backyard at his brothers trying to pelt each other with a large rubber ball. They hollered and laughed as they took turns stealing the ball after dodging a hit from it. A game Timmy had been a part of until he'd run to the house for a drink and been offered a popsicle as well. It was the perfect refreshment after a long summer day of running around in the sun.
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Unharvested -- Robert Frost
A scent of ripeness from over a wall.
And come to leave the routine road
And look for what had made me stall,
There sure enough was an apple tree
That had eased itself of its summer load,
And of all but its trivial foliage free,
Now breathed as light as a lady's fan.
For there there had been an apple fall
As complete as the apple had given man.
The ground was one circle of solid red.
May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.
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The Quiet Life -- Alexander Pope
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whos trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter, fire.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
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Daily Doodles for 4/6/24 - 4/10/24
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Daily Drabbles for 4/6/24 - 4/10/24
4/6/24
Una yawned as she stumbled down the sidewalk in the early morning light, barely hanging on to Riot's leash. Riot was too busy thoroughly investigating a patch of weeds to notice how unenthusiastic about his walk Una was. Una had hoped that Riot would let her sleep in a little, but the dog had insisted on his walk at six in the morning like he always did. Una suspected that even if Riot could understand that she had been out late last night and needed more sleep, he would have no compassion for her and still insist on his walk.
4/7/24
Katie drew a circle. It was a little lumpy but she thought it was okay. Beside her Ally also drew a circle. Hers was also kinda lumpy but no more than Katie's. Ally frowned and drew over her circle, trying to make it rounder. She erased off the lumpier parts and redrew the lines. It was better, but now the lines on one side were really thick. Katie drew a second circle. It was as good as her first. Ally was still drawing over her first circle, trying to make it as perfect as possible. Katie drew a third circle.
4/8/24
Mike shifted his weight from foot to foot. He'd been standing up all day and his knees were aching. He really needed to get better shoes. He'd been working longer shifts the past few weeks and they were taking their toll. Mike glanced up at the clock, his shift had ended forty minutes ago, but they had been so busy he'd been stuck at the register. Now that things had slowed down a little bit Mike was hopeful that he would be allowed to leave. But, looking at how short staffed they were, Mike doubted he'd be going home soon.
4/9/24
Guyo carefully examined each apple before placing them in his basket. Conversely, Bodi was chucking any apple he could get his hands on into his basket. Guyo shook his head as he slowly and steadily filled his basket. Sure, Bodi would fill his faster, but there was no telling the quality of the apples he was picking. He might feel like he was saving time, but if he had to come back to replace a few bad apples, he'd lose way more time than Guyo was on ensuring that all of his apples were in good condition from the beginning.
4/10/24
Sark grunted in frustration as he leaned on his sword and caught his breath. He'd tried and failed five times now to kill the Morzog beast and it was starting to piss him off. The only way to hurt the monster was to hit it in the eyes while it charged its beam attack. The problem was getting the timing just right. Too soon wouldn't do any damage. Too late and Sark would be burned to a crisp. Again. Sark hoped that sixth time was the charm. More than dying repeatedly, he was getting tired of Mochi laughing at him.
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Clear and Colder -- Robert Frost
Wind, the season-climate mixer,
In my Witches' Weather Primer
Says, to make this Fall Elixir
First you let the summer simmer,
Using neither spoon nor skimmer,
Till about the right consistence.
(This like fate by stars is reckoned,
None remaining in existence
Under magnitude the second.)
Then take some leftover winter
Far to north of the St. Lawrence.
Leaves to strip and branches splinter,
Bring on wind. Bring rain in torrents--
Colder than the season warrents.
Dash it with some snow for powder.
If this seems like witchcraft rather,
If this seems a witches' chowder
(All my eye and Cotton Mather!),
Wait and watch the liquor settle.
I could stand whole dayfuls of it.
Wind she brews a heady kettle.
Human beings love it--love it.
Gods above are not above it.
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Daily Doodles for 4/1/24 - 4/5/24
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4/1/24
Kelly knew that Princeton was in the room somewhere, but she couldn't see him. Undaunted, however, she placed her plate of food on the desk next to her computer before sitting down to eat while she watched YouTube videos. She was still pulling up a video when Princeton made his move. He leapt up from behind the trashcan onto the desk and made a mad dash for Kelly's sandwich. Acting on pure instinct, Kelly snatched the sandwich off the plate and held it high in the air while Princeton tried to climb up her arm, meowling loudly as he did.
4/2/24
Petey threw the rock out into the lake, not even attempting to skip it. It didn't matter how perfectly flat or smooth the stone he chose was, he could never get it to skip. Chuck said it was all in the wrist and Petey could skip rocks if he wanted to. He just had to learn the right way to throw them. Petey watched as Chuck skipped a stone across the water. It bounced three times before sinking under the surface. Truthfully, Petey didn't mind not being able to skip rocks. Chuck could do it for the both of them.
4/3/24
Danica stared dully at the assortment of potato chips on display in front of her. She'd hardly eaten all day, so she knew she must be hungry, but she had no appetite. Sitting in a car for several hours usually did that to her. Seeing as they had no plans to stop for a meal until later that evening, Danica felt like she ought to top off their snack supply while they were stopped at the gas station. The only problem was she had no interest in anything the convenience store had to offer. She grabbed some chips at random.
4/4/24
Kimbor tapped his fingers on the back of the chair impatiently as he watched Tibo die over and over in the video game he was playing. Tibo had promised that he would let Kimbor have a turn ages ago, but as more time passed and the more lives Tibo lost in the game it was looking like he had no intention of turning over the controller to Kimbor any time soon. It was maddening for Kimbor to watch Tibo fail the simple platforming puzzle again and again, especially when Kimbor knew that he could beat the level in five seconds.
4/5/24
Elliott was getting a headache. Between the flashing lights of the battle, Jordan's incessant yelling, and the jetlag of having been yanked out of his time zone in the middle of the night, Elliott was ready to call it quits and let the Sadistic Sages take over the world. Or whatever the hell it was they wanted. He could never be bothered to pay attention to them long enough to find out. Right now, he was more concerned with the sleep he should have been getting. He still had lines to memorize and another appointment with wardrobe in the morning.
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Daily Doodles for 3/28/24 - 3/31/24
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3/28/24
Hannah rubbed her temple with one hand as she tried to decipher her grandmother's cursive. She had spent hours digging through boxes of old files searching for the stack of recipe cards she knew her grandmother had left behind. Hannah had been so excited when she finally found them that it took her a couple minutes to realize that finding the recipes and having them might not be the same thing. Hannah liked to think she was halfway decent at reading cursive, but her grandmother's sloppy scrawl was something else. The secret to Grandma's cooking might forever remain a mystery.
3/29/24
Quasin stared down his tiles as though he could change them into something better with just the force of his glare. Unfortunately, they remained as unhelpful as ever. Fortunately, across the board from him Nixus was looking just as frustrated with his own tiles. They had hit something of a stalemate in the late game with similar scores that they were only incrementally increasing now. Having used up all the good tiles already they were forced to make plays for less and less points as they tried to use up what was left. One point could make all the difference.
3/30/24
Jan gripped the lid of the jar and twisted with all her might. Nothing happened. Jan tried again, but the harder she tried the sweatier her hands got which only made them slippery. She just couldn't get a proper grip on the lid. After a fourth failed attempt Jan set the jar down and wiped her hands off on her pants. Then she used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe off the lid. Of course, then her hands were too dry and Jan still couldn't get a grip. She heaved a deep sigh of frustration and called her husband.
3/31/24
Trayton groaned as he looked around the room. The whole place was littered with candy wrappers, empty soda cans, pizza boxes, napkins, and various other detritus left over from the party last night. Trayton had had a great time hanging out with his friends and playing video games all night, but now the party was over. It was morning and Trayton needed to clean up or his girlfriend would be pissed off at him. She was always complaining that Trayton's friends were a bunch of slobs. And looking at the mess they left, he kinda had to agree with her.
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