According to superstition, a child would not grow if he laid on the ground and let a cloud cross over him. That did not bother my cousins and I when, during our summer reunions, we would watch clouds while lying down on the spiky grass covering our grandparent’s yard. We would chitchat, tease one another, and giggle until we itched from the grass or the sun got too hot. Although most of my cousins from my father’s side lived in other provinces, they normally visited on the feast days of our patron saint and during major family celebrations. I have not been to family gatherings for many years now. Many of my cousins and I now live all over the world. A couple have even passed on. Meanwhile, all of us had aged but none could boast about being tall.
White clouds on blue skies Flock of sheep led to pasture Dispersed by the wind
The belles are swinging in the meadow
their ruffled skirts are flying up high
The hornets are stealing their sweetness
and butterflies let out an envious sigh
Come, come watch the spectacle
it doesn’t last all summer long
Be there in the early days of August
when the sun is bright and strong
All too soon the show is over
the hornets find a new flower to tease
yet the meadow feels the absence
of the belles swinging in the breeze.
I found these wildflowers during one of my rare walks in the woods of Maine. This is the first time I saw such flowers even though I have been to the place these plants grew more than a couple of times. I wonder if I went to the meadow in the wrong time of the year that is why I never chanced upon the plants blooming. Unlike daisies, thistles, golden rods, and Queen Anne’s Lace, among others, that apart from being quite showy, seem to grow everywhere, these plants seemed to grow only in that place where I saw them blooming. Because they are small and pale, they easily get lost among taller grasses and more colorful flowers. For all the stated reasons, I consider these flowers rare.
Oh, please feel free to identify this beauty. It never should go unnamed and unknown (at least by me). :-) Thank you.
Do we even see the same person?
You see someone beautiful
I see one beyond her prime
(who kind of looks like a crone).
You get mad
that I disagree
How can you belie those many eyes
who have judged her face
to be less than perfect?
She carried the sting of many years
wore the thorns like a cloak
she was what other saw
But you dare strip her
of the mold she was cast in
that I may see her
the way your love does
And I have never been as beautiful.
I’ll trap the moon in a jar
then shake it around
so I can see the moon
jump up and down.
I’ll keep the jar under my bed
scare the monsters away
On starless nights
the moon in the jar
will light my way.
A touch of whimsy for Cheri’s Moon prompt and Bjorn’s Jar prompt. :-)
I did not plan to do a lot of gardening this year. Fresh from surgery and with a young infant, I did not think I had the time and strength to tend a garden. However, habit and enthusiastic children would not allow our little garden to be completely idle this season.
When the right time came for planting (mid-May in our case) came, my family and I trooped to the nursery to buy a dozen and a half tomato plants, a six-pack of green peppers, and a six-pack of kale. Though I did not relish the idea of cleaning kale leaves, I bought some kale plants anyway because I thought we needed green vegetables on the table.
In the meantime, my eldest son found some old lettuce seeds lying around in the house and decided to sprinkle some on the raised bed. He also found some potatoes shooting roots in the pantry. He sliced up the potatoes and planted two of the shoots.
Last week, we harvested our first batch of tomatoes. I got 6 quarts of peeled tomatoes some of which have been turned to sauce. I will make canned salsa and tomato sauce out of the ripening ones in the garden. Meanwhile, my eldest, with the help of his father and younger sibling, dug out the potatoes. He got a bunch from his two potato plants and needless to say, was quite proud of his work. As for the kale, I have collected more than 3 quarts worth of leaves and indeed have spent some tedious time cleaning and chopping leaves. And I will be spending some more tedious time in the coming days. Finally, three green peppers are waiting to mature. They suffered most from my lack of care this year.
Gardening can be hard and time consuming. But the joys (and the produce it yields) are priceless.