When humidity reaches 100% the water starts to drop out of the sky right? This morning it had to be close to 99% humidity here in magical Keansburg NJ as the mist was still thick on the home stretch to noon! Walking on the beach when you can only see about 30 or 40 feet ahead of you is a nice change from the usual long vistas.
I found a nice shiny quarter yea! (that’s 25 times more than Laura Ingles Wilder got at Christmas you know). I also found a pocket full of trinkets and treasures and then I found a really nice big feather, it is a seagull feather and while I’m sure Laura had 25 times more pretty feathers, it’s still a nice one. Seagulls might not be as flashy as peacocks or magestic as eagles but I can see them anytime I want and makes them far more inspirational!
Then I found a perfect piece of driftwood, it was light like the feather but it has a perfect spiral in the middle just made for fingers to grab and the feather fit perfectly into the end. Suddenly I realized that it was now a magic wand and I used it’s magic to stop it from raining ha! it now sits in my bedroom window awaiting its next use!
You should make one too, you don’t have to use a feather, you can put a flower or something else magical in your stick to activate it!

I also found a balloon with a card on it ha! Congratulations young Gaurav of Chesterbrook Academy Elementary School in West Chester , PA, your balloon ended up on the beach in Keansburg NJ! I’ll send the card back to you on monday!
It’s "dandylion season", the non-corporate, non-religious time for celebrating early spring, you can’t buy anything for this and many people are actally anti-dandists *gasp* oh well, more wishes for those of us who celebrate! here’s a poem from 1990 i wrote about dandelions.
The Dandelion Poem
If you were a flowering thing which one would you be?
honeysuckle, an orchid, cherry blossom or rose?
perhaps something so exotic that nobody yet knows
or perhaps all traditional like the magnolia tree
I ask you to decide which one would you be?
remember choose wisely tho’ this is a game
think of all the great choices
the colors the perfume the poetic name
and centuries of lovers voices.
will you be the kind that is cut off at bloom
and sold along with the dog food and cleaner
or one of the many that are neatly lined up
by the house where the grass is so greener?
I’d be the dandelion - anarchist of plants
growing in places that others just can’t
for the dandelion cares not for the row
is not bought or sold, needs no ‘miricle grow’
not delicate nor dainty, no perfumey smell
a headache for landscapers and it smiles in the sun well,
always one there to give to your lover
with organic gold brilliance glowing
a favorite of kids to give to their mother
and pressed in a book there is forever love showing
a favorite of the guinea pig, the rabbit and bear
who munch down ‘cos they find ‘em delicious
a godsend and example of something to share
and even humans can find them nutritious!
So I’d be a dandelion-a common weed
considered plain when compared to a rose
but strong roots and sunshine give it all it needs
for the magic that everyone knows
‘cos other flowers when dead soon lose their beauty
but the dandelion sure aint like this
as in exchange for survival from your mighty breath
the dandelion gives you a wish!!!!
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~*Tree of Life oil on canvas with magic wand and morning crystal rainbows by Darren Daz Cox*~