up by the haybarn
where the ditch water seeps and trickles
the old crab apple tree
has been knitting bonnets all day
she smells of sweetness
bees browse in blossomed branches
soft breezes rustle her skirts
oozes from her deepest root
to the tip of her outermost twig
she nods as I pass by
I was inspired to go out on a vision walk and this is what I saw. Talk about pushing your way through – it made me feel so empathetic to all the struggles that our ancestors went through in the past for us to be here.
I thought this summed up Ring of Flowers – 1st May 2019 pre-wedding photo taken of my Flower Girl Lila, my grand daughter and myself.
In the words of a song from Half a Sixpence musical with Tommy Steele (now that’s revealing my age! ),
“All dressed up in a wedding suit here we are for a photograph, all lined up in a wedding group all trying not to laugh!”
My black cat brought this baby bird into the house. Though it had no mark on it, it looked close to death and was panting hard.
I thought the hosta to be a perfect cradle as it was still stressed when I held it. The wee bird began to plump up and its breathing steadied.
I went out later with a few crumbs and water and it took flight.
Ask of me what the birds sang,
High in the hawthorn tree
– Willa Cather
SUMMER COMING SOON . . .