little blue sponges on short white sticks
a premature bouquet
before the long goodbye
your breathe slows and mine stops
life
is on pause
spring whimzy has erupted at my place is unusual ways this year.
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| From My flora |
Caterpillar
Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.~ Christina Rossetti
she told me to…
To Mother
I hope that soon, dear mother,
You and I may be
In the quiet room my fancy
Has so often made for thee, –The pleasant, sunny chamber,
The cushioned easy-chair
The book laid for your reading,
The vase of flowers fair;The desk beside the window
Where the sun shines warm and bright;
And there in ease and quiet
The promised book you write;While I sit close beside you,
Content at last to see
That you can rest, dear mother,
And I can cherish thee.Louisa May Alcott
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the
hummingbird –
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there
the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the
speckled sand.Are my boots old? Is my coat
torn?
Am I no longer young, and still
not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,which is mostly standing still
and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and
the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since
all ingredients are here,which is gratitude, to be given a
mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give
shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the
sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over,
how it is
that we live forever.~ Mary Oliver
There was never a Queen like Balkis,
From here to the wide world’s end;
But Balkis talked to a butterfly
As you would talk to a friend.There was never a King like Solomon,
Not since the world began;
But Solomon talked to a butterfly
As a man would talk to a man.She was Queen of Sabaea–
And he was Asia’s Lord–
But they both of ‘em talked to butterflies
When they took their walks abroad!~ from The Butterfly that Stamped,
by Rudyard Kipling
“ my patients taught me this rhyme 2day: The twenty-fourth of May/Is the Queen's birthday/If they don't give us a holiday/We'll all run away! 4 hrs ago
Robyn: "Save another mom some trouble? Mission accomplished! We are having a Jedi Training birthday party for my son. The one thing he keeps asking us to do is a scavenger hunt….how? we keep asking ourselves. This..." (read)
cecilia: "just omit the meat from your bean meals, like meatless chilli and spaghetti. we love lentils here, lentil soup, lentil curry over rice… I’ll put some more thought into this." (read)
Kalanna: "Amazing, eh?! I’m going to have to read up on what to do with them next. hehe But it is lovely to have a bouquet of lavender on my kitchen table in late November. They kept blooming!" (read)
