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Virginia Creepers: FOTD, Aug 21, 2020

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Yes, the vine is a Virginia Creeper, but it hides creepers of a different variety. They are hornworms–the larvae of the hummingbird moth. Every year around this time they come here to dine on the Virginia Creeper, which would be no problem except for the little round balls of excretions they leave all over my terrace and patio table. We find and relocate them to the spare lot. Since the patterns on the four colors of larvae are the same, I’ve always thought they are stages of coloration of the one caterpillar. The fourth color is vivid green. I’ve done blogs on them before. I can find no mention of this elsewhere, although I have seen the larvae pictured on the internet in all of the colors except red. At the largest stage, they are 3 to 4 inches long.

For Cee’s FOTD

Share Your World, June 4, 2018

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What is a piece of clothing from your younger childhood you still remember?

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I must have been very fond of this cowboy shirt, which was my sister Patti’s, as I’m wearing it in several photos.  I do question the ensemble, though.

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This dress I wore my first day of school as a first-grader was one of my favorites.  The bib part was red.  Charmin Eide had one just like it with an orange bib, but mine was cooler.

 

Irregardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: If you could be an athlete what would do do?   Remember this is SYW, dreaming is always allowed.

I think a tennis player, so long as I had the body to go along with the short little skirt.

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?

Although I enjoy driving, when I’m a passenger, I can take photos, so if I’m with a good driver, I’d prefer to be on the passenger side.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? 

When I came back from delivering some chocolate chip cookies to my across the street neighbor John, my cats had this interesting caterpillar cornered.  After rescuing it, in spite of the fact that it either bit me or just grabbed me with its pincher type feet, I took this photo of it:

 

 

 

Just squeaking in under the wire on the very last day to post Cee’s Share Your World post.

If I Follow the Wandering Poet

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If I Follow the Wandering Poet

Who cares
if I swim naked in my pool?
All other human occupants
have left this neighborhood behind,
leaving more room
for possums, skunks,
birds, scorpions, spiders
and me.

I keep a closer company with them
than I do with any human these days.
This week, I talk to the large caterpillar
who seems to sprout two crystals from his crown
as he sits for a day on the Olmec head
that guards my swimming pool.

Back and forth, back and forth I pass,
adding a look at him to my lap routine.
For one long afternoon,
he sits still—like Alice’s caterpillar,
but hookah-less,
meditating in this grey place.

If he were on my Virginia Creeper,
I’d be repositioning him
to the empty lot next door, but here
he seems to be a guest; and so some etiquette
keeps me from altering his placement
as he sits on stone, moving his suction cups in sequence
now and then only to alter his direction, not his territory.

Perhaps I’ve stayed too long
in this one place.
That wandering poet within me
may have somewhere it thinks I need to go.
If it creates a good alternative, 
I might follow in much the same way
that I have come to this point
in my poem.
Blindly, in a maze of words,
open to what comes next.

The prompt word today was “maze.” This is an extensive rewrite of a poem written three years ago.