This tiny flower is easy to overlook. Lacking my good camera since its demise, the focus isn’t quite so defined as I would wish. (Excuses, excuses.)
Wandering Jew (Tradescantia Pallida) : Flower of the Day, May 7, 2018
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Monthly Archives: May 2018
Personal Style
Frock
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Personal Style
I do not like to fall in line
with any style that isn’t mine.
I am the one bent to upend
each cookie-cutter styling trend.
Flaunting current fads is boring.
Predictable sets me to snoring.
The style that I most like to see
reflects one’s personality.
There’s magic in diversity.
The prompt word today was flaunt.
Champagne wishes, and…
I absolutely love this blog by Carol (whose blog is RELAX) that purports to be about bubbles but is actually mainly about a wonderful cat named Gary. Whether you love bubbles or cats or not, you must read her blog!!! Here is a bit of it, along with a link to her blog where you may read the rest.
Shut In
Shut In
No longer is there any need
to leave my house for drink or feed.
Costco delivers, as does the son
of one I used to join in fun
to dance in bars and flirt with men,
but now those times are what has been.
Now I prefer my company
to what I used to do and see.
I hope to circumvent all trouble
By living here within my bubble.
I lay out solitaire alone
and socialize by screen and phone.
I’m done with yoga. Zumba is out.
I do not flounce myself about.
Here with myself, I pass my life
sealed off from politics and strife.
Though the world’s pleasures I don’t forget,
I choose to turn my back on it.
Safe in my bubble, I peer out
and I’m content, without a doubt.
Behind these shutters and barred doors,
I’m safe from robbers, rapists, wars.
I let in nature, and that’s enough.
It’s human nature that is too rough.
The prompt today is bubble.
Plumeria: Flower of the Day, May 6, 2018
My lot slants so much that when I’m in the pool I’m pretty much looking at the top of the plumeria tree, where most of the blooms are. Steady rains for the past three nights have certainly washed them free of any dust and brought out their colors.
Tardy but Lofty Thursday Doors: May 5, 2018
This lovely door/window balcony combo is above the gallery of a friend in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico. So friendly!!!
Bougainvillea: Flower of the Day, May 5, 2018
Mentoring Poetry
Bearcat: dVerse Poets Open Link Night, May 4, 2018
Bearcat, Bentley and Patti, 1987. The only way you could tell them apart was by their tails. Their mother’s tail bent to the left, Patti’s bent to the right, Bentley’s was zigzag and Bearcat’s was just straightly expressive. Sweet babies. Bearcat is the one to your left.
Presently, I live with five cats. If you follow my blog, you’ve been seeing them off and on over the past year. The kittens unceremoniously dropped off by my garage door are now about a year old. They mainly reside outside in a sheltered garage in a cushy bed big enough to hold them all or a little cathouse I bought which once held them all but now mainly holds them one-by-one in an equally cushy bed.
My oldest cat is Annie, now 16 years old and a bit cranky as she rules the roost as an inside cat. She will allow the other cats inside only if they maintain their distance. About 6 times a day, she yowls her insistence at being served a small meal. I comply. She always gets a chin and ear rub first, then she returns to her cushy bed in the large bath/ shower of the bathroom of my bedroom. Her litter tray and dishes are also there. I’ve pretty much been relegated to the guest bathroom.
This poem, however, is for Bearcat–upon his death, the only surviving sibling of 4 Blue Burmese kittens that I was foster mother to from the time of their birth. Their mother, a wild cat, moved in with us long enough to give birth and stuck around until the kittens were well beyond weaning before she vanished again into the Redwood Forests of the San Lorenzo Valley near Santa Cruz, CA.
Only Bearcat was still alive when I moved to Mexico in 2001. Sadly, he drowned in my pool a few months later. I was devastated. This was his epitaph, written as a string of kennings for a NaPoWriMo prompt in 2014.
Bearcat
1987-2002
R.I.P.
back lofter
tail wafter
gray bearer
drape tearer
ball loser
lap chooser
bunny slayer
shoelace player
sofa climber
sleep mimer
shadow springer
dragonfly bringer
lizard de-tailer
spider nailer
basement searcher
window ledge percher
tree dweller
mouse smeller
dog chaser
bug caser
door crack peeper
sunbeam sleeper
woods walker
squirrel stalker
rail balancer
prey glancer
shadow catcher
love hatcher
body spinner
heart winner
For the dVerse Poets open prompt.
This Way and That Way
For the two hours that we were in the plaza of the French Bakery, this little dog went from table to table for a friendly visit. When someone made the mistake of giving him a piece of bacon from their breakfast croissant, he became demanding, thrusting his head up into the lap of anyone still unfortunate enough to be eating. He would run to the table of a rather crabby couple with a dog of their own, barking at the other dog, bringing frowns on the faces of its owners. When I tried to call him away from them, they started frowning at me instead, thinking he belonged to me.
I couldn’t resist taking photos as he zigged here and there, trying to decide which way to go. When a new omelette or bacon croissant arrived at a table, it solved his dilemma and he came to semi-rest. Insistent and often vocal, he tracked the arrival of any food at any table. One by one, as people got up from their tables, they came over to my table to ask if this was my dog. No, it belonged to someone in the neighborhood, I told them. This is what the owner of the bakery had told me and I believed him, but I don’t think anyone really believed me.
or high steppin’
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For Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
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