Blogging and Logging

 

 I have a picture of a dear old friend
Felling timber in a forest glen.
It’s a mighty big tree Frank’s working on;
Old growth, they call it, here in Oregone... ;-)

Well, bless this man and those akin
Who have brought that aromatic timber in
To build our fences, playgrounds and houses,
And paper for schoolwork
And notes to our spouses.

Well, I’m getting sleepy,
As I’ve been writing a while.
I look at Franks picture and it makes me smile,
'Cuz as I finish my poem
And exit my blogs,
I know I have to log off
Before sawing logs!

 

 

The Wild Wind

Long and languid lay the shadows
Shaded on the shore
Golden, golden, paints the sunset
On Horizon's door.

Wispy winds whisper stories
They bring us from afar;
Hot pine trees scent the breeze
And hang it on the Evening Star

Then home, home, skips the wind
To whichever way it blows;
But where, where, oh where is home?
Only the wild wind knows.
 
by Dianna 1994

Beautiful



Open your eyes
To the Beauty that God,

 in all His Love and Wisdom,

Has lavishly sprinkled all over your World!

 

Vanished

                                                        By Dianna Hesselman

 

 

She didn’t really know where she was heading.  Just leaving was what was on her mind.  Get out, now.  Travel light.  She knew she would be okay.  She had many friends.  They would take her in for a time while she found her feet again.

The weather had turned brisk and the wind found her skin even through the heavy winter coat.  The cold air carried the smell of snow.  It was exciting to her, even though it meant being chilly tonight.  Don’t dally.  Keep moving.  Forget the rumble in your stomach.  Hard to ignore…must keep moving. 

 

There’s the neighbors farm in the distance, warm and glowing in the surrounding darkness.  She was hoping for a good reception from them, but that just remained to be seen.  It could go either way, for sure.

 

She turned up the old dirt road toward the farmhouse.  She could hear shrill voices of children playing and dogs barking.  Keeping close to the out buildings, she skirted the barnyard in the shadows.  Her feet hit the ground softly, making no sound.  Anxiety gnawed at her stomach, making her innards shiver uncomfortably.  Silently she made her way to the lights of the farmhouse.  The children’s voices were gone now, and a silence hung eerily in the air.  She listened carefully to make sure she wasn’t being followed. The tantalizing aromas of food was bewitching the air with the temptation to throw all caution to the wind and run for the door and plead starvation.  Surely they would understand her plight.  But restraint was strong within her, and she stood true.  The time would be right, soon enough, and it would be worth the wait.  Or at least she could hope for a rewarding outcome.

 

Time seemed to stand still…But, there!  The door was slowly opening!  An excited shiver ran along her spine and a mixture of fear and anticipation overcame her fragile emotions.  She burst into joyful greetings and ran to the door.  A small child stood there smiling at her.  She so loved this child, the youngest of the family, a small blond girl of maybe four or five, but possessing the biggest heart of them all.  Quietly, a pair of tiny hands placed a dinner plate before her, containing a piece of liver and a pile of lima beans pushed to the side. “Here you go,” the child whispered, shutting the door against the wind.  Gratefully, she wagged her tail in thanks, gulped down the food, and headed happily back down the lane toward home.

Flurr, The Snow Fawn

Flurr, the Snow Fawn
written by Dianna Hesselman



In a snowy land far away, there once lived a family of beautiful Snow Deer.  Flurr was a young fawn at the time and she loved their home in the pine forest.  She was glimmering white, with a dappling of black and gray spots.  So were her baby brother, Shaden, and her older sister, Shadow.  And their mother was dazzling silver-gray with a dusting of white spots.  Father was smokey gray, with ebony black spots that glinted the sun like shards of black obsidian.  Both parents were very proud of their pretty girls and handsome little buck.

Every morning bright and early, Flurr, Shaden, and

Shadow, would rise from their cozy beds of pine

needles in the woods.  Mother would nudge them to the opening of their home and go with them to forage for their breakfast.  They would nibble the tender growth on bushes and sweet, young grass shoots just beneath the snow.  Then they would shake their sleepy little heads until the ice crystals glistened all around them in a beautiful circle of Color.  They were always amazed at the beauty of the Color Circle as it hung there in the air! 

 In fact, much of their time was spent at the edge of

the Great Meadow, running through the powdery snow

and creating a great Dusting in the air.  Then they would

stand absolutely still and watched the colors sparkle

all around.  But try as they might, they just could not

catch the colors and take them home with them. 

Oh, how they would love to keep some it...especially Flurr, who just KNEW in her heart that it would make such Beauty in their home if she could just bring it there! 

She spent a bit of time everyday thinking about

how to catch the pretty little specks of color.  She made

up her mind that when she grew up, she would gather

color and share it everyone that lived in her snowy

world.  Now all she needed to do was to make a Color Catcher.

One day, Flurr watched her brother and sister

breathing rings of fog into the air with their breath. She

pondered the funny little puffs that floated lazily away

from them, finally disappearing.  She tried it, too! 

"Whooo!," she puffed.  "Whooo-hoooo!" Little circles of cloud floated in front of her.  Flurr laughed with delight!  Such magic!  She was so joyful that she pounced over the snow in skips and leaps, stirring up the drifts and making the air sparkle around them. 

After the crystals had settled to the ground, something sparkling overhead caught her attention.  

  There, a row of icicles hung on a small

branch!   In fact, many of the branches were decorated with them!  The morning sun was shining on them now,

and making colors dance and shimmer!  With great care, Flurr stood up on her tiny hind hooves and gently pulled the tender branch off the tree with her teeth.

"What happened to the Colors?" She pondered.   But as she walked toward her home in the forest, the sunbeams followed her and the icicles burst into color! "So that's it!" Flurr amazed to herself.  "The Sun and the ice and snow are Friends! They have a Color Mixing Party whenever they meet!" 

"Shadow!" she called.   "Shaden!!  I found a Color Catcher!"  Shaden looked up from his play and Shadow from watching her baby brother romping about with a

family of Snow Bunnies.  Both Shaden and Shadow bounded toward Flurr so they could see her Treasure.   How pretty the icicles sparkled!  "Way cool," breathed Shaden, as an big puff of steam burst from his mouth!  Shadow looked knowingly down at her little brother and sister, and smiled. 

Flurr took the icy branch to their hollow in the forest and sat it on the large boulder by her bed of pine needles.  The Sun and Ice mixed colors that beamed brilliantly all around them.   Flurr was very happy!

The three fawns went out to the Great Meadow and played through the morning.

They chased bunnies.

They had races on the edge of the Meadow. 

They blew fog rings into the crisp air.

Flurr noticed that when they came in for lunch, the Color Catcher was seemed smaller.  The day still lay before them with so much fun to have that she almost forgot about her Color Catcher.

They burrowed a snow tunnel.

They ate holly berries for snacks.

They played Keep Away From The Wolf.  Shaden loved being the Wolf! 

As the Sun sank down behind the forest, Mother's voice echoed out to her babies, "Come in for supper!"

"Bet I can beat you!" sang out Shaden.

 "Last one home is a stinky skunk cabbage!" yelled Flurr. 

"Haha! I win!" laughed Shadow, as she bounded ahead of them and she tripped and skidded right into their home.  Holly berries went flying in every direction!  "Thank you for setting the table, Shadow," Mother said with a sigh and a shake of her head.  Father chuffed.  If you haven't ever heard of a chuff, well, it is kind of like a locked up laugh.  

After stories and songs at bedtime, Flurr thought of the Treasure that she had found today.  But when she looked on the bedside boulder, only the branch remained.  But Flurr was not worried or sad at all. 

"Good night, beautiful world!" She yawned.  The three Snow Fawns stretched out and finally curled up in their warm cozy bed. 

 "I will find more Colors tomorrow," she said sleepily.  "Because I know where the Color Catchers grow."  She thought she heard Father chuff again.

 

The End 

 

Kinkade

I didn't believe it.

I read it, but couldn't take it in.

Your hand that painted soft yellow glow

From lovely cottage windows

One night put your brushes away

For the last time.

Was the warmth and light

in your portraits

The very thing you sought

For yourself

Did you know

How loved you are

Were you looking for a warm room

Full of people who know you

and love you

 

I will miss you

I will miss your art

But most of all

I sorrow for the light

that was you, that dimmed

And slowly faded away.

Thank you, Thomas,

For blessing us

With so much beauty,
And I know you are gracing Heaven
With the beauty of your eternal spirit.

Flurr, the Snow Fawn
written by Dianna Hesselman (2nd Draft)

written by Dianna Hesselman

In a faraway Land called Snowbegone, there once lived a beautiful family of Snow Deer. Flurr was a young fawn at the time, and she loved their home in the pine forest. She was glimmering white, with a dappling of black and gray spots. So were her baby brother, Shaden, and her older sister, Shadow. And their mother was a beautiful silvery gray with white spots. Father was smoky gray, with ebony black spots that looked like shards of black obsidian. Both parents were very proud of their pretty girls and handsome little buck.

Every morning bright and early, Flurr, Shaden, and

Shadow, would rise from their cozy beds of pine

needles in the woods. Mother would nudge them to the opening of their home and go with them to forage for their breakfast. They would nibble the tender growth on bushes and sweet, young grass shoots just beneath the snow. Then they would shake their sleepy little heads until the ice crystals glistened all around them in a beautiful circle of Color. They were always amazed at the beauty of the Color Circle as it hung there in the air!

In fact, much of their time was spent at the edge of

the Great Meadow, running through the powdery snow

and creating a great Dusting in the air. Then they would

stand absolutely still and watched the colors sparkle

all around. But try as they might, they just could not

catch the colors and take them home with them.

Oh, how they would love to keep some it...especially Flurr, who just KNEW in her heart that it would make such Beauty in their home if she could just bring it there!

She spent a bit of time everyday thinking about

how to catch the pretty little specks of color. She made

up her mind that when she grew up, she would gather

color and share it everyone that lived in her snowy

world. Now all she needed to do was to make a Color Catcher.

One day, as she watched her brother and sister

breathing rings of fog into the air with their breath, she

pondered the funny little puffs that floated lazily away

from them, and then disappeared. She tried it, too!

"Whooo!," she puffed. "Whooo-hoooo!" Little circles of cloud floated in front of her. Flurr laughed with delight! Such magic! She was so joyful that she pounced over the snow in skips and leaps, stirring up the drifts and making the air sparkle around them.

Suddenly, she looked up as something sparkled

overhead. There, a row of icicles hung on a small

branch! In fact, many of the branches were decorated with them! The morning sun was shining on them now,

and making colors dance and shimmer! With great care, Flurr stood up on her tiny hind hooves and gently pulled the tender branch off the tree with her teeth.

"What happened to the Colors?" She pondered. But as she walked toward her home in the forest, the sunbeams followed her and the icicles burst into color! "So that's it!" Flurr amazed to herself. "The Sun and the ice and snow are Friends! They have a Color Mixing Party whenever they meet!"

"Shadow!" she called. "Shaden!! I found a Color Catcher!" Shaden looked up from his play and Shadow from watching her baby brother romping about with a

family of Snow Bunnies. Both Shaden and Shadow bounded toward Flurr so they could see her Treasure. How pretty the icicles sparkled! "Way cool," breathed Shaden, as an big puff of steam burst from his mouth! Shadow looked knowingly down at her little brother and sister, and smiled.

Flurr took the icy branch to their hollow in the forest and sat it on the large boulder by her bed of pine needles. The Sun and Ice mixed colors that beamed brilliantly all around them. Flurr was very happy!

The three fawns went out into the Great Meadow and played through the morning.

They chased bunnies.

They had races at the edge of the Meadow.

They blew fog rings into the crisp air.

Flurr noticed that when they came in for lunch, the Color Catcher was smaller. She thought that was strange,...But the day still lay before them with so much fun to have that she almost stopped thinking about her Color Catcher.

They burrowed a snow tunnel in a snow drift.

They ate holly berries for snack.

They played Keep Away From The Wolf. Shaden loved being the Wolf!

As the Sun sank down behind the forest, Mother's voice echoed out to her babies, "Come in for supper!"

"Bet I can beat you!" sang out Shaden.

"Last one home is a stinky skunk cabbage!" yelled Flurr.

"Haha! I win!" laughed Shadow, as she bounded ahead of them and skidded right into their house. Holly berries went flying in every direction! "Thank you for setting the table, Shadow," Mother said with a sigh and a shake of her head. Father huffed. They all knew it was muffled laughter.

After stories and songs at bedtime, Flurr thought of the Treasure that she had found today. But when she looked on the bedside boulder, only the branch remained. But Flurr was not worried or sad at all.

"Good night, beautiful world!" She yawned. The three Snow Fawns stretched out and finally curled up in their warm cozy bed.

"I will find more Colors tomorrow," she said sleepily. "Because I know where the Color Catchers grow." She thought she heard Father huff again.

The End

In the faraway Land of Snowbegone, there once lived a beautiful family of Snow Deer.  Flurr was a young fawn at the time and loved their home in the pine forest.  She was glimmering white, with a dappling of black and gray spots.  So were her baby brother, Shaden, and her older sister, Shadow.  And their mother was a beautiful silvery gray with white spots.  Father was smoky gray, with ebony black spots that glinted the sun like shards of black obsidian.  Both parents were very proud of their pretty girls and handsome little buck.

Every morning bright and early, Flurr, Shaden, and

Shadow, would rise from their cozy beds of pine

needles in the woods.  Mother would nudge them to the opening of their home and go with them to forage for their breakfast.  They would nibble the tender growth on bushes and sweet, young grass shoots just beneath the snow.  Then they would shake their sleepy little heads until the ice crystals glistened all around them in a beautiful circle of Color.  They were always amazed at the beauty of the Color Circle as it

hung there in the air! 

 In fact, much of their time was spent at the edge of

the Great Meadow, running through the powdery snow

and creating a great Dusting in the air.  Then they would

stand absolutely still and watched the colors sparkle

all around.  But try as they might, they just could not

catch the colors and take them home with them. 

Oh, how they would love to keep some it...especially Flurr, who just KNEW in her heart that it would make such Beauty in their home if she could just bring it there! 

She spent a bit of time everyday thinking about

how to catch the pretty little specks of color.  She made

up her mind that when she grew up, she would gather

color and share it everyone that lived in her snowy

world.  Now all she needed to do was to make a Color Catcher.

One day, as she watched her brother and sister

breathing rings of fog into the air with their breath, she

pondered the funny little puffs that floated lazily away

from them, and then disappeared.  She tried it, too! 

"WHooo," she puffed!  "Whooo-hoooo!" Little circles of cloud floated in front of her.  Flurr laughed with delight!  Such magic!  She was so joyful that she pounced over the snow in skips and leaps, stirring up the drifts and making the air sparkle around them. 

Suddenly, she looked up as something sparkled

overhead.  There, a row of icicles hung on a small

branch!   In fact, many of the branches were decorated with them!  The morning sun was shining on them now,

and making colors dance and shimmer!  Oh, so

carefully, Flurr stood up on her tiny hind hooves and gently pulled the tender branch off the tree with her teeth.

"What happened to the Colors?" She pondered.   But as she walked toward her home in the forest, the sunbeams followed her and the icicles burst into color! "So that's it," Flurr amazed to herself!  "The Sun and the ice and snow are Friends! They have a Color Mixing Party whenever they meet!" 

"Shadow," she called!   "Shaden!!  I found a Color Catcher!"  Shaden looked up from his play and Shadow from 

watching her baby brother romping about with a

family of Snow Bunnies.  They bounded toward Flurr

so they could see her Treasure.   How pretty the icicles sparkled!  "Way cool," breathed Shaden, as an ample puff of steam burst from his mouth!  Shadow looked knowingly down at her little brother and sister, and smiled. 

Flurr took the icy branch to their hollow in the Piney Woods and sat it on the large boulder by her bed of pine needles.  The Sun and Ice mixed colors that beamed brilliantly all around them.   She noticed that as the day went on, the Color Catcher got smaller and smaller.  And when she came home at bedtime, only the branch remained on her bedside boulder.  But Flurr was not worried or sad at all. 

"I will find more Colors tomorrow," she smiled to herself sleepily.  "Because I know where the Color Catchers grow."

The End