August in Beads, Flowers, and Verse

Summer

~by John Updike

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

End of summer for your wrist can be found here.

Pink and Gray Clouds and Gemstones on a (Nearly) Wordless Wednesday

Rose quartz, Botswana agate, and striped agate, oh my. 

Alto Cumulus sunset.

Arizona sunset.

Sunset over ocean skyline at Crescent Beach

My Octopus's Garden

This is where the beaded octopuses live...

I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus's garden in the shade

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I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus's garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus's garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
Because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

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We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden with you
In an octopus's garden with you
In an octopus's garden with you

Sing along with the Beatles.

Your own octopus's garden, as Delicate Balance earrings, can be found here.

Wanted: Wet Dogs

by Ogden Nash

The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.

 

I've also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

 

Get your wet dogs right here.

 

There Once Was a Skunkie Named Schmedley

by Cornerstoregoddess

There once was a skunkie named Schmedley

Who dined on cat kibble and breadly.

Each night he would sup

And sip from the cat's cup

After all the cats went off to bedly.

Schmedley and friends can be found here and here.