Caroline Gerardo's Blog, page 6

Happy Thanksgiving

 I like these velvet pumpkins. 

I want to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.

No matter where you are I'm going to random pick someone who

comments and mail by USPS one of the pumpkins. (Retail cost $179)

no guarantee about how long it will take to get to you.

Wishing you joy.

Please wear your mask

Love

C G

Hunters Blue Moon

Hunters Blue Moon
November 2, 2020
The eve of events 

Red

Red is the name of a chicken who figured out how to make the hoot and call

of coyotes. You may not live where there are predatory animals that haunt but

Red taught Dixie a hen to howl with him imitating the meanest coyote pack.

She sings at dawn/ night before she falls to chicken coma, yes, as if she guzzled

two bottles of Merlot wine. Red is a brave color ~ now go make history

Copyright  © Caroline Gerardo 2020

Falling

FALLING
I find myself waking at nightthe sound of the screen doorthe smell of crushed sage leavesthe taste of quince in a mask
A dream, its not done with us
I see flashes of light in cornersthere in darkness without a moonthere chickens hide from hawksthere is a stone in my rubber boots
A dream, its not done with us



I wish on marigolds scaring bugsthe fleeting tail of a mouse the sliver of summer sunsetthe acorns ground to flour
                                                                A dream of fall
                                                                A prayer to fly





10/5/2020 Copyright Caroline Gerardo

 

Backyard Tales

 

 

About The Book

The Backyard Tales is the story of the bond shared between 17-year-old Mia Basu Roy and her beloved cat, Pippo. She seems to understand him far too well for a human. And he seems to have another life that Mia begins to suspect. She follows her cat to their backyard and down a very dangerous road which leads her to witches, talking animals, and a story that’s much bigger than what she initially suspected. 

Read this story to discover all of Mia and Pippo’s secrets, be enchanted by magic, and get the answer to a question that has haunted us for ages: does a cat truly love their owner? 

Book Purchase Link

Amazon India | Amazon USA

Book Review

Author Bio

Young Adult and Children’s novelist, Aniesha Brahma, studied Comparative Literature. She started her career has as a social media manager in a publishing house. Currently works as a senior content writer in a digital media agency. When she is not working, she is dreaming up stories, conducting sessions for her popular YouTube Series, Chai & Chill, or planning how to get even more books and bookish content to readers via BUZZ Magazine. You can read more of her work at Aniesha’s Musings and drop a line at aniesha.brahma@gmail.com
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Black Poppy Poem

BlackLivesMatter Poem
Trouble comes in threes I sayCovid fears rolls into protestsall the washing, spraying andcleaning is not going away.
At my home, in the garden,rests the spider veil of safetybooms from Camp Pendletonhave built resolve to harden.
You, don't live remote on a ranchoverlook  the ocean and a marinebase as if protected by a Sea King.Stressed ancient oak drops branch.
Nights I awaken at four and checkthe sky for stars and succulents butfog of June gloom and nightmaresquarantine bends time into wreck.
Wind carries a song and demandsto end police unions, racism  and national list naming the bad copsseeds soaked ready in our hands.

Copyright © June 4 2020 Caroline Gerardo


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Succulent planter

Sweet Pea Salve

Sweet Pea Salve
You're a prickly pod then a seedI am here in this time of needA bouquet for courage my dearsLet perfume rest your fears.

How to make the salve:Gather a bucket full of wild sweet peasDiscard the leaves and stemsIn a Kerr sealing jar push the flowers down to fill halfcover in olive oilThe olive oil should not be EVOO but make sure it is fresh and not oldThe ratio is about a cup of flowers to 3/4 cup oil, depends on your jarSeal the lid and put in sun for 3 weeks.Strain with cheesecloth discarding the now dark flowersOn a double boiler (water on bottom dry metal on top)heat 1 tablespoon beeswax with 2 tablespoons shea butterDon't let it burn just melt.Add the oil.Does it still smell like sweet peas? You can add one vitamin E tablet (use a pin to prick the end and squeeze in) If you want to enhance the smell - a couple drops of real lavender essentialoil or a flower fragrance you love
Store in a tin with a lid.Now when you go pick the sweet pea seed pods you have hand salve toease that prickly burning feeling in your fingers 
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Zucchini Boats From Garden To Table

Life After A. D. Poem

A. D. Anno Domini was The Year of Our Lord.
D. P.  During Pandemic This moment sans time.
B. C. because those words have women floored.
B. P.  Old life's dandelion wishes often ignored.
A. P.  What to build in the new going forward?



copyright 2020 Caroline Gerardo

Lavender Ghazal

GhazalEaster 2020
Sleep escapes leaving only stars to count,night sky fogged over on Good Friday.
Focus on rosary repetition while moon clouded over on Good Friday.
I asked, I begged, and remained on my kneeslavender scent misunderstood Friday.
Create wreaths, boil eggs, clean the cabin twicechildren fly the way home on Good Friday.
Gave us a beautiful savior and sonin grave pain was murdered on Good Friday.
A quiet request to Mary his mother bring back my babies please on good Friday.






Ghazal and instructions how to make lavender wreath and lavender Easter Egg nest. Bees are attracted to the lavender when fresh, my nephew wasn'tso happy with the buzzing of visitors at their door.
The nest can be dried. I tend to put them in my chicken coop for thegirls to enjoy the smell and pick at the flowers at night.
I haven't been sleeping and really hope my daughter makes it out ofquarantine soon.Son is up north in college rented house, doing his classes online tograduate in June.Copyright Caroline Gerardo all rights reserved