Sunday, May 24, 2015

humming

humming to myself
needle in and out
mending with love
the only way i can

trained in women's ways
needlework is tiresome
alone there's no laughter
dreaming a fool's dream

to leave this bleached land
for a green country
with stepping stones
through clear waters

concentrating
remembering the method
of the matriarch
diving into forced chores

humming to myself
i day dream of sheep
instead of days and olive men
falling like dominoes

For Sunday's Whirligig   With my funny writing or poor eyesight:  I thought "olive" was "dive" and "men" was "mend" so "olive men" was added as an afterthought when I read the words again...dreaming a fool's dream.

All

Still Life, 1907 by John Frederick Peto 
still hanging
umbrella, hat, bag
all that's left

Friday, May 22, 2015

OUT

OUT

      of words
     of funds
           of solutions

OUT

        of dreams
    of hope
    of time

OUT

          strike three
                         shoulders to the mat
                  cupboard's bare

OUT

            washed out
             smashed up
            sliced open
OUT

dry
       broken
      empty

Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Friendship Garden

Remember the wonderful Irises I showed a while back?  Those were gifted to me by a blogger friend. I shared a few of mine with her.

Through my years of gardening I have rarely purchased flowers but exchanged seeds, plants and cuttings from people I knew.  It became a custom of mine to name my trees, bushes and flowers after the person who gave them to me.  I have a Grover plum, a Grandma Myrtle rose, Cyndi Irises and the list goes on.  (I do the same with recipes with names like Kenny's Sauerkraut Salad, Bonnie's Spiced Pecans, Uncle Bill's Oatmeal Pie and TexWisGirl's Red-Headed Dumplings) I enjoy remembering the person that gave me a recipe or a plant.
I entered a contest at Two Men and a Little Farm  and won this wonderful apron! Thanks, guys!!

I've noticed 1st Man posts some dream flower beds every so often because they are planning their landscaping.  They are new to farm life and are jumping in with both feet, as much as they can while they still live in the city.  They have taken us through the home improvements, fun time with wild critters and now their plans for the yard. They have just begun bee keeping.

Well, my old wheels started turning...if my flowers came from friends, why can't theirs?  The internet has made our world very small.  I think we can help plant their garden.  I know many of you who garden save your seeds for the next year.  Why can't we reach out and send Two Men a pack of seeds from our place?  Sounds like a great idea to me!

I'm not bold enough to post their address without asking but stop by and visit them.  Tell them Crazy Gail sent you and you want to share your flowers.  

I am working on a box of live plants for them now.  Wouldn't that be a wonderful thing to see?  A blog friendship garden in Texas?

Toad

Called to
have lunch delivered. 
It was slow.