I’ve got a little adventure planned! I will take you, my readers, on a delightful journey where I’ll reshare some of my favorite past blog tales and poetry (I like to call them Poetales—because a tale got married to a poem, and they gave birth to… shhh, it’s our little secret!).

Tonight, I’m super excited to dive into the adorable life of critters getting ready for Summer and the sweet little conversations they have. This blog post is perfect for kids, so feel free to share it with your little ones if you may! I hope you all have a fantastic time reading it! Happy exploring! 🐾✨

Oh, hold up! Before we get started, let’s take a quick minute to talk about the weather. Honestly, the weather in New Mexico is super interesting! One moment, you’re basking in warm sunshine, and the next, you’re caught off guard by a sudden chill. During my brief time here, I’ve experienced more rain than I ever did in years living in California, which is truly surprising! It’s a bit of a paradox—when I talk about rain, I’m referring to that lively pata-pata-ring sound reminiscent of storms back in Nigeria. Of course, let’s be honest: what rain falls here is just a playful whisper compared to the drenching deluge that would quickly be deemed a natural disaster back home. It’s funny how the weather seems to have a mind of its own, shifting moods without a hint of concern for anyone else. Just a heads up, you’ve got to be prepared for anything if you’re living here! We are waiting for summer here, and I’m sure it will be awesome.

Tale of the Wildwoods: When Summer Arrived

When summer finally came, a lot had changed

The last snow melted, and the sad land woke

Grasses started growing, covering the outer earth

So those who burrowed scrambled out from the dust

Soft airs and tidings surround the mountainside

Sending sweet emissaries around the valley below

Vines, myrrh, mistletoe and pines sprout happily

In the morning, the sunshine will not glitter on ice,

Instead, the heat grew, and the wood inhabitants felt it

First, the Squirrels thought the world was going crazy

And their cousins, the burrow rats, seconded them

‘The frog choir will soon resume, ’ a brown Cricket observed

‘And if they do, I am going to go crazy!’ a Sparrow replied

‘Not if they played on a softer note at least’

A Linnet added to the conversation

‘No way, they have all got bass! Male, female, all bass!!’

A sad Bee, which sat on the tip of a tree leaf, answered

Now, fresh grass brought the Deer and mountain goats

On the Otherside across the rocky land, the Stream flowed

Leaps of water, joyful that her prisoner had set her free

‘Crap! I mean, did anyone notice that the cats are back?’

Some stray mice broke the niche’s silence

‘They have our land smeared with urine, them Bobcats!’

‘Yes, they think it is their fatherland. Wel,l we better hide’

Now the wolf pack had no cold anymore

So they prowled the earth with more ease

Picking trails of rodents through the thick woods

The Mountain stood, usually a still, motionless figure

One that kept some admirers intrigued

As the ice melted, water trickled down to the land

And the wild wood fauna felt sad for her

For they believed she was weeping at her loss

‘She has been like this since the Ice King left’,

The soft-voiced black and white Pigeons sang

‘She is heartbroken! Why will the Ice King be so cruel?

He even took her icy cloak and see, now… now she is naked!’

A duck said, closing the eyes of her young with feathers

‘I think she looks pretty amazing, so much joy in pain

No one cares much enough, I think she needs a hug.’

A tortoise with a giant shell opined

‘No, she needs a gift, ’ the Wolf pack alpha barked

‘She is the worst person I’ve ever met!’ he added

The other animals had to retreat to their homes

Or if you are too small or slow, just find a hideout

For the wolf pack, the villains of the valley

Had no mercy, and they do as their word sound

‘What do we offer her, a fine rose shrub maybe?’

Another wolf suggested that the roses around hid

‘No, well, anything. If she continues that way

I bet you the streams will overflow, and we will have no land

To hunt, to plunder, and to rule!’

‘Well, if being solitary is the best way of getting rid of vermin

Then it is the best shot at self-discovery.’

The philosophical Woodpecker reasoned from the tree top.