Laid-back Limericks!

April Showers

Raindrops fall on this Saturday
The sun hides behind clouds so gray
Stay cozy inside
Options are wide
Tomorrow, we’ll go out and play!

April showers arrive today
Inside our cozy home we’ll stay
We’ll read a book
Or even cook
No matter, we’ll not drift astray!

Copper was a bit camera shy!

There once was a dog named Copper
Whose good looks were a showstopper
A hugger and kisser
Love he’ll deliver
But with love comes lots of slobber
!

A copper-colored coat he dons
Looking handsome as a celebrity icon
A senior now
Gray on his brow
Even with pains, he carries on
!

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© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
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Enjoy your weekend rain or shine,
and like our Copper Boy, Carry on! ❤️🌞

April showers arrive in March!

We’ve had a lot of rain this winter, but then it felt like spring had arrived last week with several sunny and warmer days. It was wonderful! But now showers are due to return this afternoon through tomorrow, and then again, later next week. Well, it does no good to argue with Mother Nature, so we’ll roll with the rain!
But I was in the mood for spring, so I’m bringing it on!

One of my poems from my book, Ever So Gently, makes me wish we were back at the lake (hence, my blog header), keeping company with nature and enjoying those magnificent sunrises and sunsets…

The Sun Knows

Evening advances.
The shore wears nothing
but a few rocks
scattered on its sand.
In their quiet space,
a father and son hold fishing lines
hoping their luck will lift.
A lone sailboat glides by
pausing for the unfolding.
With hair the color of an egret,
an older man leans against a stump.

Clouds understand why we wait.
A fine yellow highlighter
has delicately outlined
their smooth edges.
Occasionally, trout jump
out of the still water,
only a few ripples
show their excitement.

Then suddenly the sky explodes
in tangerines, salmons, canary yellows –
brighter with every second.
It’s as though a painter swished
her brush back and forth
on the immense backdrop,
to the left, to the right,
repeating with the grace
of an orchestra leader.
Can the sun slipping behind
downy clouds
be more spectacular?

Happy Friday! Happy Spring! And if rain is heading your way,
revel in its melody and do some dancing!
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October’s Miracle

The drought was relentless. Then October arrived and so did the rain, feeling like a miracle! And this poem was born…

I forgot how the sound of rain could be soothing
like the calming rhythm of classical music.

The thirst for relief had felt longer than eternity,
for the soil exhaled and my lantana sang “Hallelujah!”


Silk-thread drizzles dusted rooftops and parched hills
with the flowing grace of an unhurried waterfall.


The fascination of puddles slipped my mind,
the childlike sense of play from a hop and a splash.


And who would think the sight of cocoa-brown mud
could be so entertaining in all its messiness!


Would you believe it if I said the flowers smiled at me?
And their leaves offered a gentle wave?

Observing from my slightly opened window,
I caught a grateful sigh from the soaked earth,
and I enjoyed listening to the roots laugh in delight.


**A poem from my book, Ever So Gently.**

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Saturday Night & The Reward

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Saturday Night
Part 1

Sherry serves lasagna while Dave dishes up salad on this Saturday evening. Raindrops gently dance on the roof.  

“The lasagna looks delicious, Hon!”

“I agree, and I’ve been starving, lately. Guess why?”

“Well, you’ve been working more, training new hires, so I’m not surprised.”

“True, but guess again,” Sherry says with smiling eyes as she sits down.

“You’re pregnant!” Dave jumps from his chair, races around the table, and pulls his wife into his arms.

“I waited for tonight to tell you!”

“Oh, Sher, we’re going to be parents!” Dave leans in, kissing her passionately.

A beautiful autumn baby…

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The Reward
Part 2

“I’m about to be a mommy,” Sherry voices, lying in the hospital room. But her nerves jump when the delivery enters her mind.

“Hon, I wish I had magic words,” Dave reaches for his wife’s hand, consoling her.

“It’s okay, Honey. I still don’t want meds. I want to feel every bit of this miracle.”

During contractions, Sherry focuses on breathing, and six hours later, she and Dave joyfully welcome their baby girl on this September afternoon.

Holding little Jessica in her arms, taking in those rosebud lips, euphoria flows through her veins, and the pain slips Sherry’s mind.

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Hope you enjoyed these stories! Have a great week ahead, and Happy 4th of July to those of you in the U.S.!

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Raindrops, Good Friday, Easter, and Cookies 🌷

It’s been so long since rain touched down in our region that we’ve forgotten what it sounds like when it falls in droves or when those raindrops touch the roof. But yesterday, we were reminded once again, and the sound was lovely. No wind, no storm, no messiness. Raindrops fell lightly and consistently, all day long, just the soft pitter patter soothing the flora. The blades of grass and blooms with their friendly faces that wish to brighten our days sighed with relief. They were immersed in droplets of hope, and so were we. This precipitation was a welcomed surprise just before Easter.

Today is Good Friday in the Christian religion: a day of commemorating Jesus Christ’s crucifixion. Thus, a day of grief, penance, and for some, a day of fasting. Then Easter follows on Sunday, a holiday for celebrating Jesus’ resurrection from the dead. On this day, I wish you an abundance of peace and comfort.

For Easter, I decided to do some baking, so I pulled the recipe card out of my recipe box for my mom’s sugar cut out cookies. I have wonderful memories of baking with her when I was a young girl. I continued that tradition with my daughter and son, but now that they live on their own, I bake solo. In the past, I’ve used Cross cookie cutters for Easter, but this time I bought some that are fun for both spring and Easter.

My faithful red hand mixer has treated me well, so no need for a giant mixer in my kitchen. Butter, white sugar, eggs, vanilla, flour, and baking powder waited for their cue. Once the cookies were baked, I mixed up creamy buttercream frosting: more butter, powdered sugar, a little milk, and vanilla, and voila! So good! When the cookies were cool, I frosted them then I added colored sprinkles for decoration. Some bakers paint their cookies, but I like to sprinkle. And here’s what my kitchen looked like:

Bunnies, flowers, butterflies, and chicks! What more do we need, except, Love, Love, Love?! Oh, and do you see those white carrots with the green tops or fronds, as they are called? Well, I forgot orange sprinkles, so they turned into white carrots. Yes, white carrots do exist and they’re called, Arracacha, an Andean root vegetable. My son said that the carrot cookies look like feet. I didn’t see that then, but I can see it now. 🙂

Now that you’re full from cookies, you may be in the mood to read a delightful children’s book for Easter that I highly recommend, “Sir Chocolate Saves Easter” by Robbie and Michael Cheadle.
You can read it at:
https://writingtoberead.com/2022/04/13/growing-bookworms-sir-chocolate-saves-easter-sirchocolatestory-childrensfiction/. Robbie is also an incredible baker, and she shares her fondant and cake artwork in this adorable book.

I wish you a wonderful weekend ahead. And if you celebrate Easter, I wish you warmth for a wonderful day, and joy and rejuvenation this new season of spring brings.

Lauren Scott 💞🐰🌺

The Effects

Blossoms feel poorly
from absence of rainwater
darkened clouds inept
blooms exploding with vibrant
colors now wear faded hues


Petals caught in an
unprovoked lasting combat
friendly faces sad
their leaves brittle and drooping
green thumb’s joy crushed to the ground


Bucks, does, and fawns live
in open space where the road
meets the hills, but drought
merged its parchedness upon
the land that nourished their souls

Now they mosey through
busy neighborhoods seeking
sustenance, unaware cars
don’t know the grave difference
eyes of drivers distracted


Turning back time is
not an option for saving
flora and fauna
who have fallen victim to
this climate alteration

Is the cause labeled
debated on both sides with
no agreement reached?
If we all did our small part
a rescue could come, maybe

Lauren Scott (c) 2022

October’s Miracle

I forgot how the sound of rain could be soothing
like the calm of a child’s lullaby.
I heard my lantana sing “Hallelujah!” as the soil exhaled,
the thirst for relief felt longer than eternity.
Silk-thread drizzles dusted rooftops on the street
along with the brown brittle hills with flowing grace.
The fascination of puddles slipped my mind,
the childlike sense of play from a hop and a splash.
And who would think the sight of cocoa-brown mud
could be so entertaining in all its messiness!
Would you believe if I said the flowers smiled at me?
And their leaves offered a gentle wave?
Observing from my slightly opened window,
I caught a grateful sigh from the soaked earth,
and I enjoyed listening to the roots laugh in delight.

Lauren Scott (c) 2021