“You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.” (Criss Jami) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Dear Mom,

Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.

Yes, I have much to be thankful for, Mom
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

Yes, Mother’s Day is on the horizon…and for all the Mom’s out there (past, present and future) I know there are not enough of proper words to express the thanks and appreciation for the sacrifices you made, the love and kindness you gave and still give…. So I will put it all in these few words “Thank you and a very Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are”… 🙂

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone.. you see,
It just appeared one day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it was to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And there will be some like me who may not have Moms present (my wife passed away in March 2015 and my Mom passed away in December 2015) but they are always present as they occupy a special place in ones heart… “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” (Dr. Seuss)… 🙂

There is sorrow as I write this
A sadness in this heart of mine,
But knowing she’s free, suffer will she no more
All sorrow and sadness will heal… over time.

There will be happiness and joy
For her, this I know,
As she has joined loved ones
And to a place of peace and love she did go.

And one day I shall again greet my her
On my path… perhaps around the next bend,
It will be a joyful, loving reunion
And it will be the beginning, not the end.
 
And knowing this I will be happy
Precious memories, to come back whenever,
For like love, memories are everlasting
From now…….. to the 12th of Never.
(penned by Larry Woller )

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaking in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
(Mary Frye)

Well, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better see what it has instore for me…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (Author Unknown)

A new year, new adventures and “Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” (Louisa May Alcott) on the path least traveled..

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

The new year is here, excitement mounts as one contemplates the adventures that lie ahead, then challenges that life will put in one’s path to test one’s will…

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.

I have a pocket full of dreams
My fate, has yet to be told,
As I sail from safe harbor
While watching my destiny unfold.

I am not in a “box”
No social chains, you’ll see,
As down the path least traveled
Adventure waits for me.

Not interested in a “image”
Being me is my forte,
I am who I am, leaving no stone unturned
Exploring life each and every day.

Waking up to a world born free
With creatures in their daily rush,
Pursuing their own destinies
Before sunset brings, the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and fresh
As I awake, there’s a twinkle in the eye,
As I contemplate the mysterious horizon
Wearing a cape of blue sky.

Yes…just color me a free spirit
For most social graces I do not fit it seems,
No matter, as I choose happiness over ideology
Guided by my heart, as I follow my dreams.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Hello Diary,

Yes, the new year has arrived, new adventures await me… So, Mr. Twain, do I stay in safe harbor or do I go where I have never been before??.. “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover, acquire new friends and gain knowledge of yourself and the world.” (Samual Clemens aka Mark Twain)…

Soooooooooo, that leaves one more question; When Is The Right Time, I ask myself…. 🙂

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To sow flowers and more,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To share it with another.

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..

( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Soooooooo, to find the answers, I need to follow my heart down the path… 🙂

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are other spirits to behold,
Those that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. “Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown) and be it sorrow or happiness, a tear if sadness or a tear if joy, we will live that live together, because that is what friends do… 🙂

“ A New Years toast; CHEERS, LASSIES AND LADS..To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure” on the path least traveled (and everywhere)…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

A quiet morning to wake up to
Sitting, gazing out, with a spot of tea,
Contemplating my tomorrows
Wondering, what will the future be.

A quiet morning, a open mind
Thinking about the path, its mysteries many fold,
Each to explore and treasure
Soon a treasured memory to behold.

A quiet morning, a open heart
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only get one chance
Will have to do it my way.. don’t you see.

A quiet morning, being different
Reminding me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one asks
One wonders, where do I belong.

A quiet morning, on the path
At the end of it, on the horizon, a lovely rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate will know.

A quiet morning, spirit and mind at the ready
To seek the rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers, you see
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
 
                           ( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“Don’t fit in with the old, too old for the new” (Bellamy Brothers) but somewhere on the horizon there is a place for me… 🙂

Hello Dairy…

It is New Years eve, time rapidly approaching to ring in the new… to face new challenges and adventures… in preparing for the new year, I came across a game hen that has been in the freezer since Columbus discovered America… 🙂 soooooooooooo, I put it in the crockpot…

While waiting for it to finish cooking, and with the future uncertain in the new year, made an inquiry to Fate..

Tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

Never learned to speak fine words
A country bumkin’ was I.
Were taught never to tell a falsehood
Learned never to tell a lie.

So tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
Turned the green earth into a parking lot once
A forest….. into a general store,

I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war, I say
Children’s cry of suffering, I heard
A memory still here today.

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

I’ve donated love, time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
But I see nothing has changed today
Will they ever learn?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Helped build cities, towns and much more,
Sowed fields of flowers with tenderness an love
Has my destiny run it’s course, is there any more?

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny suppose to be?
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Of course, Fate (nor Destiny) did not reply so I will have to venture down the path to get my answer… the adventure could get a bit bumpy at times, may see some gray skies, but I shall keep the words of Pope John XXIII in mind…

“Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do…” (Pope John XXIII )

And will not raise the white flag!!.. 🙂

With that being said, will close for now and finish preparing for the new year..but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Until we meet again, on this holiday and every day…

May your spirit only know peace
May your heart only know love
May all your dreams come true
May your life’s journey be filled with happiness
And life is all that you wish for it to be….
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Happy New Year and I will see you next year… 🙂

Goodnight, goodnight, until we meet again
Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn ’til then
And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part
You know you’ll always remain in my heart
Goodnight, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true
And now ’til we meet again
Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn
GOOD NIGHT!

“The new year is approaching, and with a dream in my pocket and following my heart, it is down the path I shall venture” on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Christmas has passed but the spirit remains with New Year and Destiny appearing on the horizon…

The new year is rapidly approaching
As I contemplate the tomorrow,
Leaving some memories filled with happiness
A few memories filled with sorrow.

I peer out my window
At a winter world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
Martin and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.

And there is hope
Of a world filled with love one day,
A wish that could come true
For hope is the last to die…they say.

Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice… you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.

So I peer out the window
Not with sadness, sorrow or fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone.. has a wonderful new year.

Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams, you see
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit born free
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Christmas day has passed, got a few presents from Santa, and managed to evolve from the day relatively unscathed.. 🙂 a peaceful day as I relaxed and browsed the memory banks titled “Christmases Past”… I remember one Christmas as I were preparing dinner and I heard a noise.. It seems that little Bree (Jack Russell, passed away a few years ago)…

Encountered the Christmas mouse among the packages…

I was working on dinner
When there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the kitchen
To see what was the matter.

I ventured to the living room
And there, among the presents, I did see,
Standing nose to nose, paw to paw
Was the Christmas mouse and little Bree.

With spatula in hand, ENOUGH, I yelled
With a voice so loud and clear,
So that the Christmas mouse and Bree
Scattered to the winds, far and near..

Then it was back to the kitchen and the turkey
No thoughts of sugar plums, dancing in my head,
But thoughts of a Christmas TV dinner
Cooking in the microwave instead………
( Larry “Dutch” Woller,)

The three of us managed to survive that Christmas day relatively uscathed also.. 🙂 coming back to reality, what does one get when one has too much idle time on ones hands and mixes mini-marshmallows and graham crackers…

In a microwave oven for 15 seconds, one would ask?.. S’mores Galore!!!!.. 🙂

Well, I had better bring my rambling to an end.. the New Year and Destiny is on the horizon and I need to seek them out.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller), soooooooooo it is on down the path I go following my dream..

“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa) not only on Christmas day, but every day on the path least traveled…..

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

A gift of flowers for Christmas day..

A Christmas Bouquet for you, my love
Each bloom has been chosen in hopes to convey
To bring in the season of joy this year
With my message of love this day

With a red Carnation,
To show how my heart aches for you,
Posies of Forget-Me-Nots,
To show my love is true

And fragrant Freesias,
Embracing trust we share
With Lilies of the Valley,
Returning happiness and care

Daisies to show,
My love is loyal – undivided,
As the Phlox whispers softly,
‘Our spirits are united,’

And I’ve added Primrose,
To remind you again
That I can’t live without you,
And with you I’ll remain

And all about this Christmas bouquet,
Are sprigs of Baby’s Breath, sown
So delicately displayed
With a message of their own,

So with this Christmas bouquet, my love
I shall eternally bestow
A heartfelt message of love,
Even these blooms seem to know.

Merry Christmas….
(Larry “Dutch’ Woller)

With the season of giving..

Hello Dairy…

Christmas Eve is nearing and in the spirit of giving there are gifts under tree on the path.. gifts that that I place under the tree that cannot be purchased..the tree and the gifts are there each and every day, not just Christmas…..“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” (Helen Keller).. 🙂

The gift of hope
Children can follow their own dream, you see
Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
To follow the destiny of their own choice
Not to be hindered by another’s voice.

The gift of understanding
Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice…you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
And of what or who they wish to be.

The gift of freedom
Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
To lives one’s life without suffering or fear,
Not to be accepted by belief, gender or race, you see
But by the love, understanding and knowledge of a spirit born free.

The gift of happiness
Not a world of sorrow or fear
But a world of hope and dreams, not sadness
A world of eternal love and peace
A world of eternal happiness.

The gift of love
A love that is without end
Through an eternity it will endure,
A love that knows no boundaries
A love beautiful, caring and pure.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

And these gifts do not have a name on them so anyone can open them in the spirit of giving.. I do hope the gifts will be received with the same joy in which they were given… 🙂

It will be quiet in the home this Christmas, but I do not despair .. for over the years I have stored memories of Christmas past in the heart for when I grow too old to dream..

No matter where..

Or when…

And with home being where the heart is, I will always be home for Christmas with family and friends…

That being said, I had better see if Santa has left anything for me.. will be enjoying the holidays, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Merry Christmas, planet Earth, and hope the day (and every day) is filled with love, happiness, peace and good will for all…

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

It is the time of year when all is in a hurry to enjoy the holiday season and sometimes one forgets about those who may not have that luxury…

And one should not forget about those who are there by ones side be it sickness or health, for the good days or bad days, when others may walk away…

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
My other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.

He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another person.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me…
whenever…wherever–in case I need him.
And I expect I will–as I always have.
He is just my dog.
(Author Gene Hill…)

Hello Diary,
Busy, busy here… getting ready for Christmas and the New Year…

It were a couple of weeks before Christmas
With a half decorated tree,
It was all quiet in the house
One could hear a pin drop, you see.

Still in my pajamas
All snuggled in bed,
With visions of winning the lottery
Dancing in my head…

There were a loud noise
And I awoke with a start,
I shuffled to the windows
The curtains I did part.

Was it 9 tiny reindeer
With a jolly elf dressed in red?
Disappointment in the air
It were the garbage collector instead.

I ventured to the kitchen
For a spot of tea and some toast,
Opened the fridge to find
A turkey and dressing to roast.

Ventured to the room with the tree
Being warmed by the morning sun,
At a glance I realized with a frown
That there’s dusting to be done.

In the corner were the vacuum
Looking so forlorn,
It needs to be run
Some time before Christmas morn.

Presents needing paper, ribbons
Bows and all that matter,
I stand outside with rake in hand
A yard full of leaves to gather.

A present under the tree
Could it be my favorite toy?
Then a thought came to mind
I may be too tired to enjoy… sighhhhh
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Thinking about Santa and checking to make sure one is good or bad, were thinking back to last spring when I saw two deer wander down my street, one looked right at me…

There are deer in the area but rarely do they venture into the village, especially during the daytime…. would it be possible that Santa sent those two deer to check up on ole Dutch, one wonders??.,…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..

Well, the day is calling, things to do so will close for now.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Yes, for some their Christmas present is priceless and cannot be purchased….

On this Thanksgiving (and every day) “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me” (Vince Gill) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Thanksgiving Eve is approaching on the prairies and the path least traveled, time to contemplate the future while browsing through memories past…

Thanksgiving has arrived
Another year as gone bye,
Been busy chasing dreams
Living life..time did fly,

A time to contemplate the past
A time to give thanks…they say,
To relive treasured memories
Of each and every passing day.

Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.

Yes, I have much to be thankful for
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown).
And for all those wonderful spirits and people that graced the path with their presence over time, thanks for the memories.. 🙂

Hello Dairy…
(Were going to post tomorrow, Wednesday, but with the potential for hazardous weather on the horizon, thought I had better do it today… 🙂 )

Thanksgiving and the holidays are on the horizon.. and hopefully not only for a time of cheer but also a time of peace, hope, love, understanding and friendship for everyone, that is my dream for the holidays (and every day)… 🙂

In history’s past, on the path, I had a dream
Of a world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as to who they believe and are
One’s lifes choices no one did bar.

Free to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open mind
Another’s belief, it did not blind.

Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
To lives one’s life without suffering or fear,
Not to be accepted by belief, gender or race, you see
But by the love, understanding and knowledge of a spirit born free.

Children could follow their own dream, you see
Not to be denied by another’s ideology,
To follow the destiny of their own choice
Not to be hindered by another’s voice.

I still have that dream, you know
A dream that began a long time ago,
A dream without end, each and every day
Until the four winds, they all blow away.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

The universe knows that I am not into religion (as my late wife’s Chaplain said “ it is what is in the heart that matters, not a name above a door) but I agree with Vince and Jenny Gill…

Well, I had better close… need to prepare for the holidays also, all the while awaiting what adventures lies ahead.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Of course, what makes the holidays magical, especially Christmas, are the children (like me.. 🙂 )… to see the wonder in their eyes and the excitement in their voices… “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” (P. T. Barnum)

Charlie Daniels often refers to the children as “Little Folks”…

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin’ in the way

Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?
Chasing puppies, climbin’ trees
Bumping heads and skinnin’ knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are God’s reward

Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?

Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And Daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?

But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
You’d best enjoy them while you can
So soon they fly away…

“At the end of the day people may not remember what you said or did, but they will remember how you made them feel.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Thanksgiving (and the holidays) are nearing here on the prairies and taking time to relax and browse some memories… 🙂

As the holiday approaches
One contemplates not the day,
But all the years of memories and thoughts
That one acquired along the way.

Memories filled with sadness, sorrow perhaps
Memories with happiness, joy and no fear,
Memories to bring out the laughter
Memories to bring out a tear.

A special time and one to treasure
And not because of the calendar age,
Because a life of memories and thoughts
Will be adding another page!

Even though distance and time apart
It will be a day that all will share,
As love knows no time or distance
Be assured, if only in spirit, I will be there!

It will become our memory, and we will share
The special time of year, every day…… forever,
Because of a love and spirit eternal
Beyond…………. the 12th of Never!!
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

Yes, Thanksgiving and the holiday season here on the path approaches and hopefully filled with cheer and goodwill to man.. I am at the ready.. 🙂

Thanksgiving dinner… Check! 🙂

Dessert…. Check! 🙂

Wine… Check! 🙂

And for my backyard friends… Check!.. 🙂

And for those who may be dealing with life’s challenges the holidays, and every day… Check!

For the hungry.. “When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.” Helder Camara

For those in need…“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.” (Dwight D. Eisenhower)

For those dealing with health issues.. “No matter the pain or suffering, it is always better if it’s a burden shared by two, instead of a weight carried by one alone”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

And for the children.. “To me there is no picture so beautiful as smiling, bright-eyed, happy children; no music so sweet as their clear and ringing laughter.” P. T. Barnum

St. Jude…

Unicef..

And I have some holiday cheer ready to put in the mail and hopefully brighten someone’s day..

Soooooooooo, I believe I am ready for the holidays, to open the bottle of wine and while listening to holiday music, browse the memories that time created.. like the one of my daughter and son, one Christmas morning (before emails, smartphones and Facebook)… 🙂

Well, I will bring my holiday ramblings to a close and prepare for what new adventures may be on the horizon, following my dreams being led by the heart….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Memories of home will live in my heart (for when I grow too old to dream) and because “home is where the heart is”, I will always be home for Christmas… 🙂

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

“The only people that truly know your story are the ones that help you write it” (Author Unknown) on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Thursday October 31, 2019, Halloween day on the path least traveled…

The only trick or treaters I saw were a pair of raindeer and one had a funny looking nose.. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Hello Diary,

Friday November 1st, 2019, a day after Halloween…

What a difference a day makes… 🙂 ….like the rest of the backyard dwellers, the squirrels continued to prepare for the coming change of season….

And watching the snow fall yesterday, brought back memories of Christmas’s long ago… thought I would share a few thoughts that I had penned in history’s past… 🙂

It’s twelve days till Christmas
And as I look around,
Checked every package under the tree
No toys for me were found.

But I’m not one bit worried
The sadness it won’t last,
Because I have some memories
Of many of Christmas past.

One Christmas eve in particular
For the night my brother and I retired,
It wasn’t long into the night
The imagination was fired.

We had train track all over the floor
Much to Mom’s dismay,
All night long messages back and forth
Wondering about Christmas day.

But in a blink of an eye
All got quiet real quick,
There was a shadow in our door
And it definitely wasn’t ST. Nick!

It’s Christmas morning….wait there’s a honk
And I looked out the window to see,
It was just my neighbor in his car
Bringing me back to reality.

But that’s ok, I haven’t grown old
And I’m not even going to start,
I’ll be forever young, don’t you see
With Christmas in my heart.

So to all.. and to all
As I get into my sleigh,
WAIT, I can’t say goodnight
It’s the middle of the day!
( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Mine and my brother’s bedroom were above Mom and Dad’s… 🙂 and it being the middle if the day, had better close and finish the day and week… will be relaxing this weekend (maybe even pen a poem or two) while preparing for changes and adventures that lie on the horizon… will be beginning a new chapter here on the path come Monday… “You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last chapter.” (Author Unknown )… 🙂

With that being said, Diary, I will bid you a fond Adieu and I will see you in the next chapter.. 🙂

And I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

No doubt hese three doves…

And I are no doubt thinking the same thoughts… 🙂

How’d ja like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How’d ja like to spend the Holiday away across the sea?
How’d ja like to spend Christmas on Christmas Island?
How’d ja like to hang your stockin’ on a great big coconut tree?

How’d ja like to stay up late, like the islanders do
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island
You will never stray, for ev’ry day
Your Christmas dreams come true

“Becoming free is learning about yourself; the scared and the insecure, the brilliant and the bold. Embrace both and the journey is yours and yours alone. No longer are you following another’s directions and your path and purpose will present themselves. “ (Riitta Klint) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor gloom of night, not even a heat wave will detour the adventure… 🙂

It Is Down The Path Least Traveled I Shall Go..

It is down the path least traveled I shall go
To a rainbow filled horizon I venture,
To seek, to learn, know peace, to enjoy life
A path filled with wonderful adventure.

A place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

I do not travel the path alone, you see
There are memories and spirits to behold,
Those that share… the joy and sadness
As I gather more memories, down that least traveled road.

So how long will my journey be, one would ask
Will I see the end of the path…ever?
The answer, I believe, lies on the horizon
Somewhere past… the 12th of Never….

So I shall bring my ramblings to an end
For there is one fact that I do know,
To reach the horizon, the 12th of Never
It’s down the path least traveled I must go!
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

“I am what and who I am, venturing down the path of life, following my dreams, chasing rainbows and leaving safe harbor with sails set full, to boldly go where I have not been before”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary,

It is a Saturday morning, the beginning of another “hot” day, possible storms tomorrow… thought I would share some thoughts before getting ready to do battle with the heat wave…and speaking of the weather, there were a few that had some inquiries about my weather observations so will share some technology with you (Wait, where is everyone going!.. 🙂 ).. 🙂

In April of the year of 2001, I met a member of the National Weather Service, Billy Ousley, and after a discussion and with a handshake, I agreed to become a volunteer observer for the weather service (C.O.O.P/S.W.O.P) and thus began my journey… the weather service furnished a rain gauge…

The other 14 weather instruments (plus computers, materials, etc) are mine, purchased or made.. one is the hailboard/snowboard…

The hailboard is a piece of polyurethane foam covered in cooking foil and the hail will leave a crater in the foil and I can measure, in the winter I use the board to measure snow… another is the evaporation pan (to simulate the evaporation of ground, lakes, etc)…

Another is the Evapotranspiration gauge which simulates the evaporation of plants..

I also have an assortment of gauges to measure soil temperature and frost at different depths…

The data from these gauges must be taken outdoors… the one exception is this remote sensor..

Which transmits data to these instruments…

Sooooooooo, since 2001, every morning ( the single exception being severe weather) between 4:00 and 4:30 AM I put my little recorder/player in the pouch with the little flashlight..

Hang the pouch around my neck and venture outdoors to read the instruments… when that is accomplished, I return indoors, sit down and temporarily put the data in my little 7 inch tablet..

I will also use my little “boogie boards” (they remind me of a chalk board)…

And then, by typing, by 6:00 AM I will then enter the data on the weather service’s website “WXCODER”

I will then enter the data, by typing, in Publisher…

And by 6:00 AM that will be sent to the Significant Weather website in Lincoln, Illinois… and finally I will send the data to the MET Office weather service in the UK..

Met Office
FitzRoy Road
Exeter
Devon
EX1 3PB
United Kingdom

And once that is accomplished , I will finish any recording needed, clear the instruments and prepare to repeat the process the next morning.. 🙂

Soooooooooo, by helping the weather services, perhaps it will help them help others… “You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Goodness knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that. (E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web)

And speaking of the weather, I had better close and prepare for the afternoon heat..set some water out for the backyard friends….have the Kindle, cool beverages (adult and otherwise) at the ready for me… maybe write a poem or two…. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” ( Joel Brown).. but only if you want to… 🙂