Monthly Archives: September 2017

That Flower, That Tree: (Flowering Schefflera Tree) Sunday Trees and Flower of the Day, Sep 9, 2017

I’ve been trying to get a good shot of this tree for sixteen years, but it grows so huge that it’s impossible to get a good closeup  shot of the blooms while getting the entire tree as well.  A few months ago, I did a shoot of different stages of the flowers on a bush-sized tree at a local car wash, but a few days ago I noticed that it was in full bloom and at a perfect stage and size to capture the entire tree.  Recently, I also  found out the name of this tree after years of inquiry—the flowering Schefflera or Octopus Tree.

Click on first photo to enlarge all.

For Sunday Trees.

For Cee’s Flower Prompt..

After the Honeymoon

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After the Honeymoon

The bride’s exhausted. The groom is numb.
I think that they have overcome.

The prompt today is overcome.

On Aging

“Say what you will about aging, it’s still the only way to have old friends.”

                                                                                               –Robert Breault

Thanks, Georgia, for sharing the above quote with me. Love it.

Dream Recipe

Today the doorbell rang and since I wasn’t expecting anyone, I called out and asked who it was before opening the gate. “Package delivery!” I signed and took the rather heavy box from the young man. I had not the foggiest idea what was inside! It felt like a heavy appliance..a printer or computer, but when I opened the box, what I found inside was 10 copies of a book I didn’t even know I’d made the final cut for. What’s more, I looked back at my letter of permission and realized that meant there was a check in the mail as well! I opened one up and sure enough, there I was on pages 125-28. Nice surprise. What was my dream recipe? Chicken soup, of course. (Actually, not a recipe at all, but rather a story about a dream that changed my life.)

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Hibiscus Chain

Just pulling one branch over so I could capture more blooms at a time created this seeming hibiscus lei.  Seven bloomed at one time. Riches.

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For Cee’s Flower Prompt.

Odd Little Saturday Morning Poem

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Odd Little Saturday Morning Poem

I lie in bed, flat on my back, head raised by pillows,
computer raised to eye level
by a wadded comforter over bent knees.
I listen to raised voices in the village down below,
the staccato of an inadequately mufflered car revving up,
a hammer falling on wood, birds in the coco  palms.
A pianissimo chorus of dogs spread
over the surrounding hills swells to a frenzied crescendo,
then falls silent but will swell again.

I have dropped obligations
like clothes shed for a lover.
My Saturday morning pool aerobics and Zumba,
I slipped out of years ago.
Group luncheons hang from doorknobs and chair backs.
Committee meetings lie sloppily abandoned in the hall.

I have retired from the running of the world
to run my own small universe on paper.
Saturday morning is my brainstorm session
with “Me,” “Myself” and “I.”
“I” suggested feeding the dogs,
but they are quiet now, so
“Me” suggested we let them lie.
“Myself” laid out some words to dry
in the heat of the fire of our communal
inspiration, laying them smoothly on the page,
rumpling up others in her fist to send them sailing
to join the crumpled singles event invitations in the corner.

This slow Saturday morning dressing of pages
and stripping them bare
is a sort of ceremony celebrating seizing time
and making it my own.
Pages  fill up with passion, angst, anger,
irritation, joy, laughter, camaraderie.
There is more than one word for each.

Imagine such control over your world–
not having to live the world of any other.
If you could have any life you wish?
Imagine a Saturday morning  building it.

The prompt today was crescendo. This is a reprint of a poem written a few years ago.

Impromptu Doors

No reason why a fella can’t change his mind!

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Détente and the Wide Wide World of Cats

Kukla, Fran, Ollie and Roo are home after 24 hours at the neuter and spay spa—newly clipped and snipped and seemingly feeling no pain. After three months of life either in the house or in the small walled-off area outside the guest bedroom (and kitten suite) barred but with screen land glass sliders left open door, the vet says it is now okay to release them to their greater environment within my compound walls. They have a new outside sleeping room, but as you can see, are still curious about their old digs as well. Frannie has decided to stay inside with me for now. That’s her tail you see curling around over my screen. They were at first suspicious of their food bowls placed outside, refused to eat, then gave in to hunger and ate, but refused their next meal which was being devoured by ants, so I moved it inside. I let them roam inside and out, then locked them out, now have let them in to sleep and left screen open but closed the door to front garden so their outside area is, as before, secure. Except for bats. Cross your fingers. Below the poem are probably too many photos depicting their first afternoon of freedom, including a bit of dialogue with the dogs.

Détente and the Wide Wide World of Cats

Home from the veterinarian––shot and snipped and sewn,
time to reexamine everything they’ve known.
But now there is a difference. That whole wide outside world
has suddenly been opened up, its wonders all unfurled.
They must examine everything in this big new place.
Unearth all its mysteries and all its dangers face.

What are their dishes doing lined up here outside?
Is this alfresco dining something they can abide?
All these swaying branches. This long wall to explore.
Who knew that all these wonders lurked behind the door
shutting off their private world in their “maison de chat”
where only their mom entered (and the scorpions and bat.)

Now there’s this new environment to jump on and to bat at
To peek in and to crawl through. To paw at and to pat at.
As they now investigate the outside world around them,
there are so many different things to puzzle and astound them.
That same world that they came from just three short months ago
becomes their playground once again––once more their status quo.

Walls protect them all for now from street dogs and from cars.
Morrie and Diego peek out from behind bars.
Neither cats nor dogs are sure what peace talks there might be
to turn this split menagerie into a family.
But five months old now, time to face that other world without.
Time for them to discover what the real world is about.

(Click on first photo to enlarge all and see captions.)

 

The Ruse of Trump’s Charitable Heart Continues

Had to reblog Lydia’s most recent fact-finding commentary. Please go to her blog via the link given below for the full story.

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“While we do our good works let us not forget that the real solution lies in a world in which charity will have become unnecessary.” ~Chinua Achebe

Most of us don’t have a means to that end. You would have to be a special kind of world leader to attempt to make this a world in which charity is unnecessary.

A president could make such an attempt. This one won’t.

This POTUS’ agenda, for those not paying attention, is to strip the poor of: healthcare, food, even sanctuary. The reason for this, Trump’s goal, is to lower taxes for the richest Americans to 15%.

Trump has repeatedly falsely stated, lied, that Americans pay the highest taxes in the world. This is not true. We do however pay enough that we should be provided healthcare.

Donald Trump would like to cut taxes for the wealthiest Americans, the ones who typically…

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Hibiscus: Dancing With the Stars

When eight of these Spanish Dancer hibiscus blooms showed up in full regalia on the same day, it was hard to pick a winner.  You’ll see more of their sisters on another day.  Don’t want to slight any of them. Click on any flower to see larger views of them all.

 

For Cee’s Flower Prompt.