Saturday, May 28, 2011

Fog and Sog

As a Canadian tis a well known fact that we love to talk about weather but I won’t. Okies just for a minute but it’s a good lead in to the story. Last night I had the furnace on, not a fun thing to do towards the end of May but I had a chill. I held out as long as I could but the dampness and cold creaked me bones.

This morn I awoke to fog and drizzle. Now we know there has to be warmth with fog, that harbinger of heat and humidity so the day began as foggy and soggy. Stay with me.

With tea in hand I stepped outside to check The Pond. I tend to do that in the morn if only to see if new residents have arrived. To my surprise there was one! Woooooo hoooooo I shouted. There he was, a most bootiful green frog sitting comfortably on the far side. I wondered if this was the same one who flipped me a finger ( do frogs have fingers? ) as I strode off to work Tuesday morn after a long weekend and not seeing one. His flip was more of a “Hasta Vista baby, have fun at work while I frolic in The Pond”. I hate that kind of flip.

Brushing aside a few branches I spied another one ! Woooooo hoooooooo, two at the same time ! I was tickled pink or is that freckled, hhmmm.

These two have sat on opposite sides for most of the day. Sitting proudly and staring at each other. Though when one watches them long enough you pick up a subtle fluttering of the eyelids since they don’t have eyelashes. After a few hours I noticed the larger one had hopped over to the far side sitting close but not touching the smaller one. Could this be the beginning of froglettes? She may be playing hard to get but knowing male frogs he will succeed in making her his own.

In their honour and from this day forward they shall be named Fog and Sog. How will I know the difference? I won’t but they will. ;)

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Solitude - Haiku

Robins, Warblers, Finches
in perfect yet subtle harmony,
is my solitude

Breeze blown lotuses
floating over crystal water,
is my solitude

Spent Apple blossoms
natures confetti, drifting,
is my solitude

Tired feet resting
while I ponder by The Pond,
is my solitude

Serenity I sought
now found in my quiet garden,
is my solitude

Master Oliver Schroeder
bells, chimes, sweet singing fiddles,
is my solitude

Recreating Eden
in my own quiet humble world,
is my solitude…

Solitude may also be found at Haiku since the net is cranky

Friday, May 20, 2011

Retirees and Their Mowers

What is it with retirees and mowers? I ask ya. Why do they insist mowing on Fridays? Is it because they need to quantify their existence to the neighbourhood? Yes, we know you’ve worked hard for it but come on, your neighbours don’t have that luxury of waking up and pondering, hhmmm, what to do, what to do. Yes, Gord, Ross, Marylynn, ole man MacDonald, we know you’re alive but really! Couldn’t you have done that during the week when the rest of us are working?

My office is beside the maintenance shop and well, we all know how boys and their toys can be. Give it! More grind! Do it again! Ye gads, get it out of your system lads as I’m sure the Mrs won’t put up with the noise when you get home. I need peace when I get home. I want to hear the finches in the garden, the soft breeze blowing the orbs along in the pond, and quietness but alas that is not to be.

So it’s late Friday afternoon and my sleepy neighbourhood comes to life with lawn mowers, chain saws, whipper snippers, you name it and if it runs, you bet it will. Gawd almighty, I need peace and quiet after 12 days of work, but nooooooooo. Come 4pm the mowers begin like the Nascar race. Okies, I don't watch cars driving around and around and around but I figure they are all gassed and ready to roar. Don’t they appreciate what it was like when they put in a full week and just wanted to unwind? Me thinks not. Heavens, have mercy on me. The grass will wait being sacrificed to the perfect level. Mind you mines a tad long but it will wait as shall I, and it won’t be on a Friday afternoon.

After the symphony of John Deeres and Lawn Boys today, I shall pour a goblet of liquid gold and ponder starting up me own mower at 7 am Saturday in reverance for those evening diehards. And for their honour guard I just may remove the muffler!

Monday, May 02, 2011

Morning in May

Misty May morning
rivers current creates soothing sounds
as I inhale its beauty