There is something about this photo of a tree peeking over my sister’s neighbor’s roof that I just like. Perhaps it is the cloud’s echo of the tree’s shape, or the juxtaposition of the nearly horizontal hard straight line of the eaves trough to the softer vertical shapes of the tree and cloud.. or just the colors. More likely a combination of all of these elements.
For more trees, visit this site: https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/sunday-trees-248/
Complicated by Nature
I find my mind keeps spinning until my brain grows weary
ever since I foolishly googled “chaos theory.”
While fatalists declare the world caught up in its rut,
the chaos theorists have theories I cannot rebut
wherein each thing duplicated differs from the last
because of other factors than the mold from which they’re cast.
And suddenly I have excuses for each thing I do.
Why my cake has fallen, and why my bras turned blue
the last time that I washed them the detergent was the same,
and yet something perhaps had changed–chaos theory is to blame!!!
Each snowflake varies from last, each flower is unique.
It seems that our creator demands a bit of tweak
in everything created. Chaos affects everything.
I guess that Mother Nature wants to keep it interesting!!!
I don’t know how this little guy got inside my locked screen door and three feet up on the crossbar, but he did. The space between the screen door and the glass door seems too small for him to have been able to jump up. This is the third tiny toad like this that i’ve found on the crossbars of slider screens or doors. They are exactly the color of the paint, so must feel hidden and safe. Hope they are catching flies! I relocated him to a planter box as this door is used too much for him to be safe and the kitty lurked just a few feet away. The ledge he was on was 1/2 inch deep, so I’m sure he couldn’t be over an inch long. Tiny little guy.
And, so you can get an idea of scale and also because this posting is supposed to be about doors, after all, here is an inside and outside shot of the screen door that was his resting place as well as the planter with rosemary plant that I relocated him to:
You can click on the first picture if you want larger views.
Reach
When fate makes a fissure, we’ve three ways to go.
One is acceptance, another is woe.
But the third is to shatter the old status quo
by using the break as a window to show
a new direction where we may go
to learn what before we had no way to know.
What makes a man’s life is what’s beyond his reach.
Why stop at a wall when you could make a breach?
What today is impossible may be the goal
for a man with a chisel who carves out a hole.
I think these Thunbergias look like they have been ripped out of paper.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/08/12/flower-of-the-day-august-14-2016-hibiscus/
What happens when you tear up your old bed–and your brother’s???
Your mom buys you a new one! Spell that S P O I L E D !!!!!!!
Backstory: Want to see what I did to my brother’s old bed? Look HERE.
And then, when my mom gave my brother my bed because I totally destroyed his, what did I do the next night? Look below:
I totally destroyed “my” bed (now his.) What does she expect when she buys a tough old Scottie and his bro pink beds???? She had to be trained! Notice the proper color of the new bed in the first photo above!!! Scotties rule.
For some reason, the hibiscus bloom that was shriveled up yesterday rejuvenated itself today so I must publish these three photos to give you a better idea of its actual size. I love finding a hibiscus I don’t already have, and this one is a beauty!!! I’m like a mom with a new baby. I just have to keep sharing its progress! (Big baby.)
Click on first photo and arrows to see enlarged views of the other two.
Restraint
Lovely one, you wink and tease.
You posture there as if to please.
And though you simply play a game,
thinking the world yours to tame,
there are animals who stalk
pretty girls with pretty talk.
Take care to guard what’s precious to you,
for there are those bent to undo you.
Have your fun. Enjoy their stares,
but travel safely, and in pairs.
For lovely young ones, fair of face,
the world can be a dangerous place.
Maybe someday, but not now?
Too young to take that sacred vow?
Saving it for someone rare?
We cannot tell by what you wear.
Your clothes so tight, your skin so bare,
you seem to beg the world’s rude stare.
You are a plum—sweet and inviting
and there are those intent on biting.
So take heed. Protect yourself.
You are not goods set on a shelf—
a tasty morsel, a pint of booze
for anyone to pick and use.
You are a vintage sweet and rare—
smart and funny, grown with care.
Value your worth and care for it.
Wait for that match you know will fit.
Things need not happen quite so fast.
Try to hold out for what will last.
So when that stranger whispers,”Baby.”
instead of “Yes,” why not try,”Maybe.”
The prompt today was “Maybe.”
I am believing Tamara that this is lupine. If you agree or have a different idea of what this flower is, please let me know. Sighted this flower in a field in Sea Ranch, Northern California.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/08/08/flower-of-the-day-august-8-2016-a-variegated-dahlia/
Out-joked
Everyone must know a joker––
plotter, trickster, laugh-provoker
who doesn’t know quite when to stop.
Who needs, in fact, a humor cop
to tell him when he’s done enough––
pulled his ultimate ruse or bluff.
The dribble glass, the rubber poop
placed upon your house’s stoop?
Definitely adolescent
if not actually prepubescent.
Yet still this buffoon thinks he’s funny.
With lists of jokes, he’s over-punny.
Every occasion, every rumor
is met by him with off-base humor.
It’s his role to create sensation
in the most serious conversation.
Exploding cigars, salty gum,
whoopee cushions ‘neath your bum.
No matter how you beg this friend
to bring these antics to their end,
he never seems to listen to
what he’s requested to “not” do.
so when he streaked my garden party,
elegant, refined and arty,
he finally found himself undone
when he’d half-completed his naked run.
Dear friend, when you chose where you stepped,
you should have veered or should have leapt.
When he replaced your rubber poo,
my dog just pulled a joke on you!
The prompt today is “Joke.”
