July 15th-21st, 2013

July 15^th. 2013

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Minimal Monday

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Stemmed Sunshine

bright shining face

July 16th, 2013

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Anxious chukking alerts us

Mother Quail is here,babies at her side.

Already the little ones are scratching and pecking,

emulating their mother, eagerly searching for seeds

first feathers slowly replacing downy fluff

soon babies will wear a curled feather upon their heads~bobbing comically as they peck

DING DING ~like little bells striking the hour

July 17th, 2013

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Deep summer is here

shrill persistent cicada song

loudly greets the season
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July 18th, 2013

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Sprinkler's arc sifts through the branches

setting sun illuminates~transforms

water no more ~now gold dust drifting

blessing the garden

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Thoughts on ironing

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Did I ever mention I hate to iron?

Well, I do. It seems like clothing has a mind of it's own

when in my impatient hands. The pieces refuse to lay

the way they need to, in order to receive the heated smoothing.

They fight and struggle, slipping and sliding

not at all willing to be beautified it seems.

Maybe I am too impatient? Maybe I expect perfection?

Would it be best to go for the more relaxed "she didn't sleep in it" look?

Valient husband to the rescue, taught to iron at his mother's knee.

He seems better equipped to deal with this frustrating chore.

My Hero!! Come to save the day, dress does his bidding it seems.

Yet as I was struggling I savored the soothing back and forth motion of the iron

almost meditative, feeling the soft, worn fabric of a favorite dress,

pale blue Burberry, once my Mother's favorite, now mine.

Did she too struggle with it? Or did she take the easy way out

and send it to the Dry Cleaners? I'll have to ask her when next we Skype

No way would her long gone husband, my step dad, have stepped up to the plate

and saved her by ironing that lovely, soft dress into submission. 

July 19th, 2013

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Ming~ playing by moonlight~stalking imaginary prey

gracefully leaping~bushy tailed-in the moment

savoring the cool night air~slaying moon shadows
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July 20^th, 2013

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BBQ scented

summer evening

waxing moon

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Too hot

so tired

getting cranky

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Wanting rain

to soothe

my soul
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July 21st, 2013
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Sunday morning
scent of coffee 
wakes the senses
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Cool morning
allows garden time
hurry up~beat the heat
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After hot labors
an afternoon siesta
will be perfect. 
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Waking from siesta
languorous and sticky limbed
cold shower and icy melon
bring me back to life again