a race for good cause
bottle refills – nectar’s cloak
for laying hummers
Many of you are familiar with Marta Chocilowska’s haiku. She is very active internationally in the haiku world. Below is her biography and nine of …Daily Haiku Special Feature for Saturday, May 23, 2020
I am still new to haiku poetry and enjoyed this post – needed to share it.
spring’s long return to
empty promises heralds
A neighborhood announcement:
‘Put out your feeders – the hummingbirds are back!’
Sure enough, one of our annual visitors practically dive-bombed my husband to remind him that our portion of the buffet was not yet displayed.
After retrieving the feeder from the basement, we served up the concoction of hummingbird feed.
Last year was our first time to do this. Based on those visits, only a quarter of the bottle was used in a period of 4 days, then I would change out the mix for a fresh batch. Seems to get murky by the 4th day. This year we’re only filling the bottle 1/4 full then refilling it according to the usage.
It seems we only have one to two visitors. Is it because they are territorial, or because we have agressive magpies frequenting our yard? Maybe I wait too long between batches?
What Day Is It Anyway? Monday, May 18, 2020
I started this post as a response to RonovanWrites Might&Slight challenge not realizing it was already a week too late, and then it morphed into this haibun-type post thereby making my response extra late. Ah well – here it is anyway.
Calliope Hummingbird photo courtesy of Todd Goodrich, University of Montana (no copyright infringement intended)
In Response To:
Comedy Plus Feline Friday – Feline Friday is simple to join. All you have to do is: Post a picture, drawing, cartoon or video of a cat (they may be silly or cute).
Ellen came up with the first two questions and Lorianne came up with the last two questions.
If you need help, please let either Ellen or Lorianne know.
Here are this weeks questions:
1. I _______a_________and a ______________.
2. One nice thing about staying home is _____________.
3. ____________ instantly makes my day better.
4. When someone disagrees with me, I _________.
Here are my answers:
1. I love an RV fishing trip and the fresh breakfast my husband makes on those trips.
2. One nice thing about staying home is having the time to be creative with food, sewing, ukulele practice, and video chatting with my friends.
3. A morning kiss, music, fresh air, or a surprise call from an old friend instantly makes my day better.
4. When someone disagrees with me, I send them a cute picture of my cat; or bring them the cat.
Today is Wednesday, May 13, 2020. We were in town on Saturday running errands picking up our curbside order when I noticed there are blossoms on the trees.
I longed for the spring birds to return as we live in a little bit of a higher elevation, and they are not so keen on the two degrees temperature difference. When I moved here from the big city, I wasn’t used to the cacophany of the early dawn song. It drove me nuts! Having been here long enough now I miss it in the stillness of winter.
They are returning! We actually have neighborhood postings — The humming birds have returned. Put out your feeders! — and — Put your garbage cans in the garage, the bears are back!
Now tuning in for James and Anne “Almost Home” YouTube channel for their half hour of ukulele and cello music! Inspiring!
Gotta love it!
In Response To:
Comedy Plus Feline Friday – Feline Friday is simple to join. All you have to do is: Post a picture, drawing, cartoon or video of a cat (They may be silly or cute).
Having not located my creative writing bone recently, I AM at least reading. This was written by a neighbor, and is worth a share. Enjoy!
“Quarantine has turned us into dogs. We roam the house all day looking for food. We are told ‘no’ if we get too close to strangers. And we get really excited about car rides.
Day 12 at home and the dog is looking at me like, ‘See? This is why I chew the furniture!’
2019: Stay away from negative people.
2020: Stay away from positive people.
Does anyone know if we can take showers yet or should we just keep washing our hands???
I never thought the comment “I wouldn’t touch him/her with a 6 foot pole” would become a national policy, but here we are!
Me: Hey, Google: what’s the weather this weekend?
Google: It doesn’t matter – you’re not going anywhere.
I was told all I needed to go to the grocery store was a mask and gloves.
They LIED to me; they LIED!
When I got there everyone else was wearing clothes.”
April 4 – April 10, 2020
In response to Shweta Suresh’s 6 Word Story Prompt #32: Nostalgia
Hemingway, with his creation of the six-word story, combined poetry and drama into a short form that has grown in popularity while remaining difficult to achieve.
For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn. —Ernest Hemingway
I love how Life finds a way to keep on a-keepin’ on!
This post is such an inspiration!
A tomato plant grew itself in a bath of soil I used to use for some strawberries that never thrived. When I found the branches drooping, I saved two nearly ripe tomatoes that were lying in the mud and looped up the others. I knew that the two on the ground would be eaten by insects. I didn’t know whether tomatoes ripen if you pick them too early, but I was willing to try. My husband, always trying to be helpful, thought I knew something he didn’t know about tomatoes and picked all of them so we had a whole row of tomatoes on our kitchen window sill. Maybe it was just as well. The plant wilted and died within a week. The gardener cut it down to just a stump and one twig has sprouted.
Some tomatoes did ripen. Some went rotten and got composted but two remained stubbornly…
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Congratulations on your 300 consecutive prompting posts!
As a neophyte writer and blogger, I begin with Haiku. Though short, I find these writings are not always quick. It has become a meditative process, and helps one disentangle from the mundane and be grateful.
Thank you for your faithfulness and grit!
Entry for prompt #300 grit and quit:
half acre wet leaves
A haiku for Colleen’s weekly challenge. Photo ©David P. Howard no time for singing eaves aflutter with bright wings nest-building twitter#Tanka Tuesday: Nest-building
Trust in the LORD, and do good;so shalt thou dwell in the land,and verily thou shalt be fed. Psalm 37: 3 clouds and yetenough lightto fill a jam …Psalm 37 and Short Poems
We let out the cat.
She leaves, and in short time returns.
I open the door about 4” against the cold air, wide enough to admit her.
She sits down – just outside of the opening.
I close the door.
She stands up – as if to start for the door.
I open the door.
An encore of this little dance before I realize she merely wants the option to come and go while the door remains open.
In response to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #31 ‘Fake‘.
Pump Fake: shortstop wins the game.
8:30 AM: 36°F and cloudy – Rushing to Costco
Our first time using the one-hour slot given to those of us who are 60+ years (8-9 am). I keep remembering one thing or another back in the house before we’re finally on the road – poor husband.
Cut-off by a compact-sized race car, we notice 3” of snow on its roof and on the back windshield wiper. Is it evident the driver abandoned the warmth of a cozy bed at O-dark hours for the shopping spree? Hope what they need is in stock. No offense is taken because we live a whole 3.5 miles away where barely a spot of snow remains.
The Greeter, a black clad security guard, briefs us on some logistics. Gesturing with his arm, he tells us the line wraps WAY around the building. So we walk to the back, and notice they spray-painted lines 6’ apart like standing stalls. Now we can keep the prescribed distance from each other.
Will those inside remember those of us who are still out here?
Some shoppers leaning on their carts are balancing themselves for the duration. There are neutral faces with pleasant composures, and some not so. Also, it is apparent some of us are not sure if this was worth the early reveille.
The staff is cheery which helps with the wait.
And of course, the sky is spitting wet snow on us. Thankfully, it’s not for long.
Checking my email on the phone. I found an attachment apropros to the situation:
11:00 AM: arrive home for an early lunch – all errands done
2:00 PM: video chat with our friends in Haiti.
Thankful they are well, and that our other friends in Haiti are still healthy for now. It was good to see their faces, even sharing a song.
Haiti is slightly smaller than the state of Maryland. 445 Haitian people have been confirmed infected with COVID-19 including 14 who died.
“…It’s one thing to say, ‘stay home’, but it’s another thing when you cannot find anything to eat. This is what we are addressing: How to stay home, earn a living and include every single workshop in the country who can help people protect themselves and do something to put food on the table.”excerpted from Miami Herald about helping Haitians earn wages to buy groceries.
On a lighter note: Here is 5-year old’s advice on staying calm during this time. Wait ‘til you hear what she calls healthy food. https://youtu.be/wvrCqi1w_DY
thirty in wings awaiting
My husband shared this with me, and I just wanted to share the chuckle.
We are finally feeling normal after the seasonal colds. Actually had energy to scrub the farberware grill and the stove; sometimes taking the simplest things for granted.
Hubby will do the shopping with lots of disinfecting wipes and hand-washing while I stay in and catch up on mending.
I am making cloth covers for our son who is a nurse in the cardiac department of the hospital where he works and my god-daughter who is a respiratory therapist in the hospital where she works. They only give N-95 masks to those who are in contact with those most susceptible. These have limited reuse where they must be taken off (doffed) after each appointment so it can dry out, and then it can be reused. They are made to be disposable so have a limit to their viability.
Making lightweight cloth covers gives the masks extra life and the cloth covering can be laundered. After perusing tutorials, I found this one to be most reliable as they have data behind their methods.
Now to figure what to make for supper. — Cheers!
Grateful to everyone for their kindnesses.
We shop mostly for necessities these days. Driving along, I see people smile. Parking lots are fuller than normal for this time of day at this time of year.
Some shelves are sparse with goods while some ignored are still burgeoning with product. It is the tightening of our belts.
People are respecting elders and preferring or assisting others.
Check-out lines are still long. Beyond the protective masks, we see each other’s smiling eyes and the full-on smiles of folks who don’t need them. We know we are all in this together.
Thank you for that!
picture courtesy of good news network
Sensationalism: enemy of a sound mind
This is the fourth night my husband sleeps alone; a precaution against my cold. I am in the living room with our cat as an ankle bracelet.
An escaped cricket chirping for a mate woke me last night, but I was able to ignore it returning to my slumber. Tonight‘s encore makes him destined to be the star dish of a pet frog or anole. The blue dumpy frog eagerly approaches the wall of the vivarium.
Unsuccessful at locating the sleep disruptor, the call to rest wins over my consciousness. I recline and am grateful my husband is hard of hearing. —My ankle bracelet returns.
I must be recovering. Why else would I hunt for that elusive romantic?
— health is on the way
Some quotes from my tea bag tags.
Earth laughs in flowers.—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friendship is a sheltering tree.—Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.—Aeschylus
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.—Lao Tzu
a breezy daydream
with sudden motion