somepinkflowers

it is not enough

In the marginalia of the Book of  somepinkflowers you will see thus it is written---->

""If stairs appear, climb up them earnestly with an eager heart. ""

So that is what I normally do.
I am certain you feel the same way.

This is the room of my sweet escape.

This is the room where I have been seeking respite from the 1001 things that have been dancing around inside my over-wrought brain for the past week or month or so...

This is the room where I came to stay and visit the Pink Moon.
{{ Not this one... }}

This is the room where I brought something light to read.

This is the room where I brought something simple to craft.

I meant to sleep in every morning.
I meant to read or to craft a bit every morning before I walked down stairs to breakfast.

I meant to do that...

But each day I looked out the window which overlooks the wide and sandy dune where the gopher tortoises snooze in shady deep caves.

It is not enough to stay inside on such a day even for one extra moment to read one clever chapter, to make one lime-green stitch.

No, it is not enough.

This is the room where I learned it is not enough to only follow the Pink Moon in the breezy evening.

Some days it is best to chase after the yellow sun as it comes spanking new and fresh out of the ocean.

So that is what I did.

this big moon

Sliding slowly & seductively out of the Atlantic, the big pink Moon called my name across the gloaming.

So clearly I did hear Moon say my name I turned in wide-eyed wonder & almost stepped on a fragile, half-buried neverita duplicata.

"somepinkflowers!" Moon called again, only more insistently this time with emphasis on PINK as if there were some other colored flower standing there amidst the dunes.

Across the mildly choppy waves I imagined a smidgen of arrogant annoyance. Last-to-leave-the-party shorebirds scrambled up and flew straight away west.

"I see you standing there in last year's flip~flops,"  Moon rattled on, too big & pink to ignore. "Have you finally decided to spent a few days here with me at the seashore? I have been waiting since last year..."

"Why, thank you so much for asking, Moon! Don't mind if I do!" I answered back so politely I am still standing there right now this very minute out of genuine respect.

{{ Be back soon before you can say donax variabilis! }}

haiku my heart ~~ spring of last year

how did i forget?
Canon memory stick bound,
waiting for today...

swooning toward the light

I have never been one who worries about little wild-things in nature.

When Miss Spring arrives I keep my front door ajar.
After all, my nemesis is root bound so all is safe on the flora-front.

Plus, most of the snake are still sleeping. Most are. Most live in the backyard down by the creek, anyway.

The air smells fresh and the light breeze is such a surprising treat!

"I am back!" the welcomed breeze dances over my bare arms & legs. "Had you forgotten me?"

"I have been waiting," I politely reply whilst issuing a sigh of patient & appreciative relief.

I know soon the outside air will be impossible to breath due to overwhelming & unbelievable mugginess. Buggy things will want to fly inside to escape the oppressive heat.

Who can blame? After all this is Florida.

But right now I want to feel the bit of pleasant air that Mother Nature can manage to finagle for us Southerners.

I want to view the last of bright green winter-rye before it melts like a lime snow-cone on a summer beach.

If you do not mind these lovey ones you are welcome to sit on my front porch, drink some iced-tea and have a pimento-cheese sandwich cut on the angle--with or without the crust cut off.

You can sit in the porch swing or take a rocker.
{{ Sometimes it is best to lift the cushion first before sitting, just in case a green rain-frog is napping there. Fair warning. }}

haiku my heart ~~ there is only this

i do not have one.
today i am all haiku'd out.
{ tune in next week, please }