I can tell by the angles... clean cut on the flower's stem
that bunny has been here
and it appears by the left flowers ...that he didn't care for the taste
of these NEW flowers in my beds....pink cone flowers
oh! you nasty little rodent! I yelled into the back 40
where I know he is hiding....I heard him scamper as I approached
Don't I leave you enough things to eat....and even a water dish
and you reward me with eating my new baby petals
then I walked on and saw that so many things were wilting...
oh my...Have I been away that long
putting off watering that long...no
it has just been that hot...too hard to keep up with
My dill is dead in the pot
my morning glories and thumbelina vines are drooping dreadfully
the lilies are gasping out their last blooms
oh dear....the garden feels just as I do
cut down, wilting and out of blooms
...thirsty

But the zinnias are blooming alongside the black eyed susans
oh dear that is usually a late summer bloom
oh my....they push out their blooms as the sun commands
and the heat of the ground.....bloom now is the command
Lordie, is that the lesson
Don't put off blooming...listen to your surroundings
bloom where you are when you are ready
I'm not ready
but the flowers say differently
So much on my other- than- garden life plate
But really ..if I think about it...there always is
But my relationship with my Open Bar of Joy
has been hit or miss....what with schedules, sickness,rashes
funerals,friends in need.....grief
and mother nature's blast furnace

Now that I see this...I must listen
and look in the garden today and
water....a most meditative activity if done with a hose
yes..I shall water
listen to the birds ..not too much singing lately...only cries and calls of distress
and I know the hawk is nearby
Why just the other day..saying goodbye to my dear husband in the driveway
with a hand full of plastic bags in my hand
I chased the hawk all the way down the block...scaring him with my plastic bags
The robins finally settled down...but I know he will be back
he is hungry..he needs a victim
Oh dear...another garden metaphor.....he who waits for a victim
stalks for the weak, the unprotected....yes so much of this in my life lately
Who will chase away the hawk that stalks me and mine?
My husband laughed at me running down the street with my plastic bags
....I never thought about it...I just acted
hmmm......
I will turn off my phone and TV and radio today
put down The Witch Of Porteblla
and go into the garden
It protects me from the hawks

 

 

 

oh how I love these flowers

 

 I will be busy getting lost in my garden today
even if I only sit there
and be embraced by its joy