I was so busy trimming vastly overgrown bougainvillea and thunbergia, that I almost missed these four gorgeous hibiscus blooms. Three of them will be faded and fallen tomorrow, so glad I finally saw them.
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For Cee’s FOTD
Plum Pit, Apple Core
Never saw an apple tree, never saw a plum
that I didn’t want to reach out and get me some.
Bite into the fleshy fruit. Chew around the pit.
Spit it out into my hand to get rid of it.
Dig a hole to bury it. Smooth it with my heel
to grow another fruit tree for a future meal.
Such a simple motion in a world grown gross—
most folks isolated, fearfully morose
about nature’s rebellion against humankind.
Reaching deep within her and taking what we find
without giving back again—everybody keen
on scraping out her riches with some grand machine.
For manifold acts of mankind, dangerous and mean,
nature has not found an adequate vaccine.
But, by giving back again, we signify devotion
to start to rectify our sins with a simple motion.
Let’s help her out by simply remaining aware
that each and every one of us needs to start to care.
By every single action, let’s demonstrate our wills
to rectify our heedlessness, atone for all our ills.
For everything that we take out, putting something back.
To therein change our dangerous course and take another tack.
Just a simple gesture, signifying more.
Building back our world pit after pit, core after core.
We talk about solutions, never coming close—
spewing words not actions, maddeningly verbose.
But if every person just took their life in hand,
polluting less, enriching their surrounding land,
perhaps we’d shift the balance, tree by tree by tree,
restoring our world to what it’s meant to be.
This flower is actually quite small–perhaps an inch or an inch and a half across.
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I can’t believe that I went back for 5 years in my media file and couldn’t find one predominantly purple photo except for these flowers! I also couldn’t find one thing in my house that was purple, in spite of the fact that I love the color.
This little vermillion flycatcher bird loves to perch on the agave blooms to put their vivid hues to shame. I snapped this with my phone as my camera was hiding in a basket in the house, sulking over its lack of use since I started carrying my iPhone in lieu of it. The photo would have been better with the camera, but alas, I could not have fit my camera into my pocket so probably would have had no photo at all.
For Cee’s FOTD
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