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Squirrel on a tree

There climbed a squirrel on a tree

“Little squirrel, will you pose for me?”

He said, “I’m busy. Can you hurry?”

I took his picture, and off he did scurry.

He had much to do, and I things to see.


Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

Photo credit: Thomas W. Johnson

We were able to capture this squirrel while on a hike at the Grand Canyon, North Rim on a recent vacation. This little guy was not in the least afraid of those on the path, and in fact looked as if he enjoyed having his picture taken. We think he was chewing off the bark to build a nest, but continued on with his ‘busy’ work, so I decided to try a fun limerick poem for the photo.

Old Hollow Tree

This old hollow tree

Grows beside the water’s edge

A home to the small


 Birds and prey alike

Or for the wayside journey

Shelter in a storm


We nest where we find

Comfort and warmth for the soul

We’re all of like mind


Joyce E. Johnson (2013)

Liquid Gold

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My husband took this picture when he and I, and our dog were out on one of our daily walks along the Big Thompson River in Loveland in the Autumn of 2012.  The reflection from the green-gold colored hues of the river made the photo all the more beautiful to me although it may seem like the water had turned rancid or slimy from the continual runoff over the rocks.I have found the river walks comforting and a consoling place to be.

On longer drives up through our canyons and Rockies west of Loveland we often stop and picnic by the river and enjoy the rippling sounds the water makes when it is running low. It can be very peaceful and soothing. The landscape changes from season to season and we have seen the rivers and lakes around here flowing over their banks when there is flooding from too much rain or runoff. Then, it is like the rapids, and roars through the canyons with a vengeance if full with high water. It has the strength and force of nature to wipe out everything in its path: village properties, resorts and canyons, as did the Big Thompson River Flood in 1976 that killed 144 people.   

But, we have also seen the water levels so low, from drought like we had last year that they nearly dried up completely, looking scorched, the ground baked and cracked. That is when the wildlife and birds leave to go find water elsewhere. The Big Thompson River and the Cache la Poudre River were running very low after a very dry season without rain, or adequate snowfall. When we took this picture we had recently received a good rain, refilling and replenishing many of the river basins. Colorado is still way under the required water levels needed to adequately provide for and serve the needs around these regions. When the country – not just our state – experienced the devastating wildfires last year, much of the water to fight those fires had to be drained from rivers, lakes, and reservoirs. The High Park fire last year came too close to our own four-acre lot in Glacier View Meadows. But, it was spared. 

I hope things will be better this year and we receive the needed amount of moisture, whether it is in the form of snow, or rain. And hopefully the number of wildfires will be decreased substantially. We can only hope and pray we have enough and don’t experience another year like last year. It is why I call this ‘Liquid Gold.’ It is how I see water with a new perspective. 



Friday Fictioneers – WHERE ARE WE?

Friday Fictioneers 100 word story (June 15, 2012) – “Where Are We?”

Note: First off, I can honestly say that this sixth story of mine is once again exactly 100 words, except for a title I added. Second: The below story is true, not fiction as all the ones prior to this have been. This event happened exactly as told,  exactly at this time last year in June (2011) when my husband and I were vacationing in Glacier National Park, Montana. To fill in a little bit more on what really happened I will add a few of the details. We started out on a trail after parking our car and got lost for over two hours in the rain. The fright at being lost, and maybe running into a grizzly bear was as real as can be imagined. We had already had one encounter with a black bear two days prior when one ran right out in front of our car while driving down the road. I am a believer in the power of prayer. I depend on God for his divine protection and mercy, every day.  It is my faith that keeps me strong, focused. So, I take nothing for granted.  When Madison Woods posted the picture prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers story,  it was like experiencing this adventure all over again. The picture was so much like the ones I took  while on our trip  that I am going to post mine here instead of re-posting Madison’s. I don’t know where her picture was taken, but mine here were taken in the Glacier National Park the day we went on that hike when hiking through the forest, an adventure I and my husband are not likely to forget.




With every step, and thump of my walking stick the bell jingled, loudly. My eyes anxiously darted around every tree, rock, bend in the trail. Do they smell me, hear me? 

Grizzly bear habitat, Glacier National Park, Montana. The rain continued, cold.

“We’re lost. There’s no path. We don’t have our map, nor a compass.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get us back. Wait here. I’m going to look for our car.”

I waited alone, praying, scared. God, where are we? Where is he? I’m going. I can’t stay here. Please help!

I walked on.

There he is.  Our car. We’re safe.


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