The southerly breeze in my face smells like the Gulf & Magnolia blossoms, tiny golden faces peer up at me amidst riotous green – weeds to some, beauty to me.
Japanese Plum Tree drops globes of fiery comets from above to earth surprising cats and humans bumbling in spring’s new clothing, self-absorbed ***** Napowrimo Day 14 I was walking around my back yard this morning, admiring all the new green things popping up, when I got a craving for Haiku. Haiku is one of my … More Spring Drunk
Morning sunshine backlights the ferns giving them a glowing radiance. Mockingbirds swoop and hop over the garden from wire to tree in a spring mating dance, oblivious to the full feeder where other birds feast. A slight breeze rustles the bamboo like slippered feet crossing the floor and the wind-chime offers a solitary ding … More In the Garden
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” — Rachel Carson (Silent Spring)
Still Tuesday morning walking through the neighborhood I decide tank tops are a required dress code for New Orleans humidity. Creamy magnolias nod amongst fat green leaves looking like globs of whipped cream in pistachio pudding. The lazy hum of a buzz saw ignites imaginings of flying away on the wings of a honey bee.
“It is Spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke
The early morning humidity feels voluptuous on my skin. I’m drunk with the scent of Magnolia and sea water.
Ferns glow in the morning sun like constellations in the night sky. Rustling palm fronds reveal O.J. the cat peering down from his tropical perch, on the hunt for careless birds seeking breakfast.
Easter Sunday afternoon on the drive to Mamaw’s house we topped a hill (Like any other Mississippi hill) to see a tableau of wild jonquils, a riot of buttercream yellow and white, carpeting a gently sloping field. Mamma took our picture sitting among the flowers in the gentle spring sunlight, the three of us so … More Polaroid Moment
in all its imperfect perfection.