BEFORE AND AFTER
For Cee’s FOTD
Lazy Day Resolution
I do not want to write a thing. I don’t want to design.
When it comes to creativity, I’m ready to resign.
My efficacy’s at an end. I have no further drive.
No further motivation to prove that I’m alive.
I’m going to eat chocolates in front of the TV.
No schedules to live up to. Now all my time is free.
I have no excuses. Your aid is not required.
To end this conversation, I will just say I’m retired!
Prompt words today are design, aid, conversation, efficacy and excuses.
For Cee’s FOTD.
I just reread this blog by Forgottenman that touched me as much this time as it did when I first read it. Since it is even timelier now than when he originally posted, I hope you will read it too. This demonstration took place before I was born and long before Rosa Parks and the other demonstrations that we are more familiar with, so I had never heard of it, but the number of people affected by the actions that prompted this peaceful demonstration is stunning.
What we are going through now has happened before, but more peacefully. I guess some people have just lost their patience and are tired of waiting whereas others are using it as an excuse to demonstrate violence–which unfortunately detracts attention from those really seeking to bring change. I hope you watch this and comment:
https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2019/10/05/the-sharecroppers-strike-of-1939-missouri-bootheel/
Overgrowth
My once magical garden is less discrete
with two-foot-high plants growing under my feet.
My beautiful fescue is obscured by weeds,
my succulent sun rose and tall slender reeds
choked out by visitors never invited.
I cajole my gardener. This must be righted!
This situation has grown to be dire.
The driving rain has prodded them higher.
If you want to come over to see how high
my rainy season weeds are, please bring a scythe!!!
Prompt words today are magical, cajole, driving, discrete and beautiful.
Ha! When I went down to take photos of the spare lot I am trying to convert into a garden, Pasiano was in fact down there with a weed-whacker, working diligently, so this poem was obsolete even before I posted it.
I clicked on the first one for you!
Click on link below and then click on each photo in turn to see what happens!
I can’t remember ever seeing this lovely little white hibiscus with a blushing throat before, but there are two of them growing among the brighter coral ones on the wall between me and my neighbors. I’m wondering if I bought a new one and planted it there or is it just because I’m spending so much more time in my studio and hammock and so I’m noticing some things that have been there all along? I took this photo from the hammock. It is so different from the showier and larger varieties but I love it’s simple fragile beauty.
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 