Sunshine, Daffodils and Misplaced Tulips

May 21, 2014 § 2 Comments

The forecast had called for rain but we were lucky to get a gorgeous sunny day instead.  This is great news for our flowers, grass and gardens. We’ve had too much rain already and not nearly enough warm sun.

So, finally, things are happily growing where they should be…

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That’s the front garden with violets, daffodils and a hosta sprouting out of last year’s autumn leaves. I have to get in there, clean it out and put down some fresh soil.

This, however, is totally out of place…

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It’s a two toned tulip growing, quite happily, in the middle of the most weed infested part of our lawn. I can only imagine that some local squirrel stole the bulb from one of our more ardent gardening neighbours and buried it there knowing full well no one would look for it on “this” lot.  😉

We need to dig up that whole patch of lawn so I’m thinking about transplanting the tulip and bringing it inside. A matter for some research. In any case, it’s really nice to have something other than snow, cold and boredom to talk about.

😀

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Speaking of Ends…

May 18, 2014 § 1 Comment

I recently ended my procrastination about Spring cleaning and finally cleaned out the mudroom.  A long awaited chore that bounced from list to list until I eventually forgot to write it down.

I just woke up yesterday morning and decided I was going to do it.

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Recycling

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Weird how much that accomplishes, just doing something. Instead of planning, debating, discussing, and writing endless lists about…the only thing that actually changed anything was just getting in there and doing it. I know, it’s not Plato, but it’s still a pretty good metaphor.

HappyGnome
A smiling Gnome agrees.

All Ends

May 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

Spring took its sweet time this year
Life gets restless under relentless
So easy to give over to irrational fear

I’ll never see the grass again I whined
So caught up in looking at the ground
I couldn’t see the sun when it shined

I’ll never be warm again I’d bemoan
Consumed by the chill in the air
And absorbing it into my willing bones

Waiting for an end is a great way to ignore a potential beginning
Lamenting about losing is a great distraction from focusing on winning

Or even trying for that matter

All ends are merely markers
For where something else started

This poem is dedicated
To all my dearly departed

Whom, if were here at this moment
Would slap me silly for such self-indulgence

 

A Blanket’s Worth

May 13, 2014 § Leave a comment

I have feverishly weaved threads
I have desperately tried to tie seams

Without thought to an end pattern
Without thought to other than right now

I sew to hold on to what is in hand
I sew to extend the life of the worn

Knowing that a blanket’s worth is not its’ look
Just as not all great stories are inside a book

I have nervously minced words
I have bravely tried to live up to

With such an unattainable ideal inside my head
With such an unreachable goal within my grasp

I have broken promises, I have outright lied
I have depended on how many times I have died

With not so much as a nod to how I survived
With not so much as a whisper of gratitude

I have wrapped myself in righteousness as grace
Worn it upon sleeve as much as used it to save face

I have since apologized, I have since made good
I have tried as hard as any one could

And though it doesn’t look like much now
This patchwork of reaching for my ideals

Keeps me warm and I feel safe within
While I wonder where you are and pray you’re okay

Where Am I?

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