Monthly Archives: September 2022

Anthuriums: FOTD, Sept 13, 2022

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Canine Grazers

 

Canine Grazers

Perhaps it is genetic, this digging in the lawn.
By the time I catch them at it, they look up and they are gone.
I view the damage they have done, and although it is bad,
it’s not as worrisome as the snacks that they have had
burrowing into the soil, moist and rich and black.
The vet says eating soil to gain the nutrients they lack.

I buy them special dogfood, give them cereal for snacks,
buy various healthy dog chews by the box and by the sacks,
but still I view them digging, noses shrouded by the grass.
First just one and then they mine my lawn for sustenance en masse.
Must I invest in stanchions to keep their heads erect
so they’ll only consume the healthy food that I select?

But then I see that Zoe has something in her mouth.
When I move north to see what it may be, she zigzags south,
but finally she gasps for air, releasing something squirmy—
something rolled into a ball, but definitely wormy!
I beat her to the draw and scoop the huge grub up.
Quite a complete mouthful for such a little pup.

I took its picture with my phone and flushed it down the loo,
then tried to figure out the next thing I should do.
They’d infested all my garden, all their feeding sites turned brown,
and much as I despise taking any creature down,
the bacteria they carried could be harmful for a tummy
that could not resist them ’cause they tasted so damn yummy.

I Google it and hours later, finally I find 
that they were a garden grub of the cutworm kind.
Coffee grounds and and eggshells might curb enthusiasms
for these juicy creatures that were cause for all the chasms,
and yet they’d just move elsewhere so I’m off to find cure
that will lead to a solution calculated to endure.

At least the mystery is solved, though still without solution
until I find a natural means that will not cause pollution
that will seep into the water or the tummies of my kids.
A beneficial nematode that doesn’t harm, yet rids
my grass of all these chewers that in turn are being chewed
by dogs-o-mine who’ve discovered they make a yummy food!

Prompts today are soil, viewers, gasp, shroud, cereal, stanchion and genetic. All photos by jdb

 

Portraits of an Exhibition

 

 

Candid shots taken during a presentation given by Deborah Kruger during her exhibition at the Old Train Station Gallery in Chapala, Mexico.

Hibiscus: FOTD Sept 12, 2022

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Family Reunion

Family Reunion

Thunder crashes, warning that her homecoming will not be ideal. These people know all her dirty little secrets and as is symptomatic of siblings, even those supposed to be mature, they are sure to reveal some of her past sins. She once wrote an award-winning satire based on her family,  but of course the irony was wasted on them. She came from a literal and humorless family. She had actually considered skipping this reunion, but then reconsidered. Once she has sold her newest story to the New Yorker, the trip will be tax-deductible, and where is she likely to find better material?

Prompts today are dirty, symptomatic, waste, satire, thunder and homecoming. Photo by Ben White on Unsplash.

Breakup Breakdown, for Wordle 569

Breakup Breakdown

My tenacious efforts to climb that hard rock face
of the tower of your indifference has brought me great disgrace.

I regret my wasted journey  to regain your love.
What can’t be saved below can’t be re-won above.

My thoughts are swarming wildly like bees around their hive.
They crack my shell of reason. I’ve no wish to be alive.

Though I present a normal face, I’m not sane at all.
I grit my teeth and curl my broken body in a ball.

And though this seems to demonstrate that I am quite agile,
actually, it protects a heart that is most fragile.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 569 prompt words are: regret wasted journey tenacious bees agile rocking climb crack teeth present face. Photo and brooch by jdb.

And…it’s fiction, Dolly!!!!

Regata de Globos

Click on images to increase their size and to read a
commentary about what is happening in the scenes.

Every year shortly before Independence Day, there is a huge hot air balloon celebration in Ajijic. During this celebration, hot air balloons are sent up from the soccer field. The sight of these huge brightly patterned balloons being filled with air heated by a propane torch, then launched with a can of burning rags or sterno to keep the air hot, is an exciting affair. Some balloons burst into flame before leaving the earth. Others tip sideways and are ignited in the air above the crowd, that scatters to avoid ashes, falling matter in flames, or the metal structure that holds the burning rags or sterno. Other balloons lift and float for miles before coming to earth. One year the electrical wires next to the field caught on fire and balloons lit on nearby roofs and the roof of the viewing stands.

Here are photos of this year’s celebration which was especially poignant because the ashes of a friend were sent up in one of the balloons. Her name was Rebecca Ford, and I met her years ago when she moved to Ajijic. She ended up becoming the partner of a close friend of mine and it was then that I learned that long ago, when I was 19 years old, Rebecca and I had actually been on the same ship together for four months as it sailed around the world. It was the S.S. Ryndam and it carried 500 students of World Campus Afloat. Although I had not known her well then, I remembered her as being the girlfriend of a classmate of mine. What were the chances that we would again meet, 45 years later, in Mexico?

Both Rebecca and I had ended up being world travelers for life, and when she passed away a few months ago, her partner Xill decided that it would be fitting for some of her ashes to be sent off aboard a globo made be fellow artist Daniel de Palma so she could continue her life journey. Rebeccas’s last journey is depicted in the large red globo pictured toward the end of this display and contains the message “Bon Voyage, Rebecca.” May she R.I.P.

(Update 9/11/2023 – If you want to see a zillion more photos of the 2023 event, I have posted them HERE.)

Tiny Flower

 

This was a tiny flower no bigger than the tip of my finger, framed by leaves on the cobblestones,

For Cee’s FOTD

Luminous

Luminous

He surely struck the bullseye when he razed his squalid hovel
and starting out with little else than hammer, saw and shovel,
he raised a lovely edifice seven stories high,
an apartment building most pleasing to the eye.

Making not a single blunder, all the work that he put in
transformed a former eyesore into a brilliant win.
Luminous and shining, this glorious property
became a local landmark that people came to see.

Those who sought to live there were multiform and varied,
for folks of every background loved the energy it carried.
It was a living monument to industry and wit,
qualities reflected in the folks who lived in it.

 

The prompts today are luminous, bullseye, win, blunder, multiform, apartment building and hovel.

The hand-forged hammer in the illustration was my father’s. Its handle is covered in leather rings. It is one of my most treasured objects.

Succulent Gestation for Cee’s FOTD

I love this tiny succulent plant being created from a single fallen leaf. Note roots that have already started to develop. During the rainy season, it doesn’t even require soil.

For Cee’s FOTD