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With many irons in the fire these grey, winter days, K2 and I have been burning our proverbial candles at both ends. Needless to say, we have not accomplished as much here on the Wandering Poet blog as we would have liked or certainly, as we intended. It is not that we accomplished nothing, quite the contrary, we have done much since the last writing here. We successfully launched our new Wandering… Read More
“Are You Doing Ok-2023 version” It has been some time since I heard from you So, I’m just checking in I could have texted you sooner, it’s true But we are still best Facebook friends. I heard that Mars is in retrograde So, I naturally thought of you My intentions are not to throw you some shade Somehow, I just assumed you knew. But if you don’t post everyday What are we… Read More
Wandering Poet Adventures announces their new venture into homemade fudge and candy.
“What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” – William Shakespeare Yes, I know you have all been anticipating the announcement of the two remaining rooster names from the naming contest at the Wilson Family Farm’s Fall Extravaganza! I recognize that the delay has led to many a sleepless night for everyone who dropped a name into the proverbial hat. Oh, the suspense! Oh, the anticipation! … Read More
Fall festival fun at the Wilson Family Farm’s annual pick your own pumpkin patch in Bethesda, Tn.
“Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.” From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” -T. S. Eliot Taking Time to Smell the Roses I enjoy finding places where it seems that “time” stands still. Of course, I am keenly aware that we are constantly moving forward to our final… Read More
“So, I’m packing my bags for the Misty MountainsWhere the spirits go nowOver the hills where the spirits fly…” -Robert Plant K2 and I both love the mountains. There is something about being in places that rose into existence from the depths of the Earth long before my birth, surrounded by trees that were standing when my Great Grandfather was still walking this land, wading up streams to waterfalls that were born… Read More
“You may delay, but time will not.” -Benjamin Franklin The Lay of the Land My grandfather’s farm was a sacred place to me. The long gravel driveway stretched up the hill to the old white farmhouse, surrounded by a white picket fence in the front yard, and acres to roam in the back. It was a dairy farm off of Kedron Road in Spring Hill, Tn. It was one of many in… Read More
Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees I resolve myself to this thought, That it means much more to the heart of the season Than the many gifts that were bought. Of Christmas and of Christmas Trees My heart is sure to state, That we go much further than ribbons and bows And we move forward to some greater fate. Kelly Andrews © 2021 With everything going on with Christmas and New Year’s,… Read More
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