Is part of the reason they call this plant baby sun rose because of its tendency to crawl all over its neighbors? I especially love how they have invaded this agave plant.

(Click on first photo to enlarge all.)

For Cee’s flower prompt.

Rating Dating

Some men seem to run their dating game like it’s a race,
whereas for their date this doesn’t seem to be the case.
If so, I must advise the guy to try to slow his pace
lest the lady feel that she must slow him down with mace!

She may be superficial, while he is way too smart;
or he may adore motocross while she’s a fan of art.
She’s olfactorily sensitive and he just let a fart.
Such opposites do not attract in the affairs of heart.

In chick flicks when a date goes wrong, it is always funny.
She runs into a former love or he runs out of money.
But no matter how things go, the endings are all sunny.
By the credits, she is “dear” and he is always “honey.”

In real life, when it comes to love, I prefer to view it.
Much easier to say you want it than to really do it.
The problem is if either of you chooses to eschew it,
then the other one of you must admit that they blew it.

So for the couplet, I’ll admit that yes, true love is groovy;
but when it comes to dating, I’ll just settle for the movie!!!

The prompt today was superficial. This is a rewrite of an earlier poem from two years ago.

Gotas, green bananas and grapes—all to serve the letter “G.”

For Cee’s “G” Challenge.

Aha!!  Having posted my seventh photo yesterday, I am no longer bound by the rules, so today I’m going to publish a collage of the seven photos and tell you how they relate to my life.  Hopefully the Gods of Photo Challenges will not take occasion to this act.  Here goes:

(If you click on the first photo, you can see them in a larger form and read the explanations of why I chose them to reflect my life.)

Every stone in this pile is there to cover a place where Morrie dug into the grass made spongy by the pool overflow. He’s added a new stone to the mix. Which one doesn’t belong?

This may be a clue to the answer of the last question. Morrie could spend hours at this activity and sometimes we do.

This is a lovely poem written by my friend Isidro and painted on my wall. It is his version of a story I’d earlier written entitled “In Mexico There is Always Music.” We all keep contributing to each others’ stories.

Roo and Ollie thought they were hiding out behind my computer until I folded the lid down.

I finally got down to my studio for a few days of first cleaning and sorting out the studio, then 4 days of making a gift for my sister. Now it is a jumble again, but a creative jumble.