We’ve reached that time of year when our outdoor flowers are looking rather weary. The petunias in my planters haven’t frozen yet, but the sensitive marigolds around the edges wilted at the first hint of frost. Their brittle leaves don’t add much to the esthetics anymore.
I know we’ll have to start pulling up and tossing soon, but we’ve enjoyed the colorful display this summer and I was happy to learn one evening that we were sharing. At dusk I was standing on the deck when I noticed a hummingbird moth in the petunias, zipping from bloom too bloom, enjoying the sweetness of my flowers. I’ve seen it half a dozen times since — one evening I saw a smaller version, too.
Thinking of sharing good things, I found this little story somewhere and will share it with you, hoping this thought will inspire you, too, this morning.
A lady who was a great lover of flowers had set out a rare vine at the base of a stone wall. It grew vigorously, yet she saw no blooms. Day after day she cultivated and watered it to coax it into bloom. One morning as she stood disappointedly before it, her invalid neighbour whose back lot adjoined hers, called over and said, “You can’t imagine how much I have been enjoying the blooms of what you planted!” The lady who owned the plant looked, and on the other side of the wall was a mass of blooms. The vine had crept through the crevices and flowered luxuriantly on the other side. So often we think our efforts are thrown away because we do not see their fruits. We need to learn that in the service of God our prayers, our toils, and our crosses are never in vain. Somewhere they bear fruit, and hearts will receive blessings and joy from our efforts.
Following a link today, I discovered a new online magazine, Vita Brevis . For those of you who are interested in Haiku, the editor is hosting a four-day haiku competition, ending Monday night, Aug 13th.
Nature is the theme so I dug into my archives and pulled up a few that could work. I considered this one, but it’s not very aesthetic so I won’t offer it for the contest. You can read it and give a Thumbs-up or Thumbs-down.
beside the highway three ravens process yesterday’s mad rush
Or how about:
the zoo animals
watch the humans play amusing monkeys
This sad sight seen yesterday on my way to town
has turned into a verse:
The Poor Goose!
Along the highway hurrying
to errands of my own
my eye is arrested—
and my heart is wrenched—
to see a snow goose thrashing,
wildly, its head snagged on fence wire.
I grieve for the terrified captive
flailing, struggling to be free
and think how it will die there
Nature, how cruel you are!
And mankind worse,
to put up this barbed wire!
Rescue options futile, I realize;
desperate as this creature is,
my help would not be welcome.
Car tires with their steady hum
propel me along the rural road until
I approach the flapping bird.
I stifle a groan.
Dry up, O bleeding heart.
It’s just a plastic bag.
Oh, well. Surely
a poem can be wrung
from this ragged, fluttering “goose”
its handles snagged on a fence wire.
I read the Daily Addictions prompt — ABANDON — last night before I went to bed and started composing haiku verses that would fit that topic. They’re a random bunch, but I’ll post them anyway and you, dear Readers, can say which ones you like best.
As I type this, another notification comes from Daily Addictions: tomorrow’s prompt word will be CONVENIENT. Well, I can say that it’s very convenient for me to have the prompt word well ahead of time, since it takes me so long to get my response written up.
I do appreciate that so many bloggers are putting forth a huge effort to provide us all with writing prompts. All kinds of responses come to my mind as I see the various writing prompts but I don’t find/take time to write them. So I’ll plod along, doing what I can. 🙂
Now for the Verses:
in her locker
the customer service rep
drops her plastic smile
on his doorstep
the banker abandons
all outstanding loans
abandoned sand castle
the hermit crab claims
the doll forsaken
for a new best friend
leans against the bear
when the pain hits hard
she abandons her maxim
“grin and bear it”
to the wild wind
the crippled lad releases
all his grudges